His voice could now be clearly heard and at the same time the supply of magic stopped.
The light was also dying out slowly.
What appeared from the dazzling light was...
"Damn..."
A yellow mask.
A familiar uniform, white clothes.
At his waist was a somewhat large dagger.
He was on his knees on top of the earth table, in a pose as if both his arms were hugging his own shoulders.
"Impossible...for me to...be severed from Perugius-sama..."