He was no prophet, so it was impossible for him to know the ripple-like effects his actions would bring about. But this time at least, his actions had clearly been involved in how things had turned out.
“Saronia…”
“I suppose the one piece of luck for you is that you do not have piles of money at your disposal.”
The green magician smiled.
It was the smile of a fairy.
It was the smile of the ruler of the forest.
It was the strange smile of the one who brought death to those who lost their way and who would distribute her riches in gambles she held at a whim.
“But even so, I still have enough reason to kill you.”
“…”
No matter what he would do from then on and no matter how he would face the ripple-like effects brought about by that war, he had to survive his current situation first.
He had to find the truth behind Saronia’s attacks and the spell she used.
What were the rules behind it and what process did the attacks use?
What could he negate and what could he not?
He needed concrete information.
“(What do I have to destroy to regain use of my left arm? I need to find out!!)”
“Let us begin again,” said Saronia as she loosely clenched her hands and charged forward. “Let us begin the gamble of the Leshy, the ruler of the forest!!”
She moved both her thumbs as if flicking something straight up.