“That was magic… wasn’t it?”
At some point, Galus’ binding spell had been undone.
Since I could move now, I rose my body to check behind me.
“U- …no good. It really does hurt too much to stand… -wah-?”
While I was on my knees, I was suddenly hugged from behind.
Ummm…?
“Ah-, Achille?”
“Of course. Why is that what you asked? Does someone other than me do this to you too?”
“…Of course not.”
I nervously apologised.
It seems that Achille’s mood had taken a nose dive.
Moreover, it’s an ultra bad mood that I’ve rarely seen in the last few years!
“Show me your foot?”
Not caring about my response, he took a hold of my ankle.
“It hurts, it hurts damn it!”
Achille disintegrated the bear trap with magic.
He looked painfully at my bloody leg. He looks kind of sorry for some reason.
Even though there’s no reason he had to make a face like that too… Because in reality, the one that’s hurting enough to cry is me, after all.
With a serious expression, Achille cast recover magic on my ankle.
The wound rapidly healed.
“Does it still hurt?”
“Mm~mn. It’s fine. It’s healed now… Thanks.”
Before I knew it, the other magicians were standing nearby.
Did they all break through that wall together?
“Please look after Camille for a little.”
Entrusting me, who was on the verge of mana exhaustion, and had moreover taken emotional damage from the bear-trap thing, to the other magicians, Achille headed towards Galuf.
“Tsk… Doing something damned pointless…”
Achille clicked his tongueeeeeeeeee!
“Even though I would have liked to stop you from ever taking another breath, if this weren’t a job…”
After giving Galuf a cold and dreadful glance, Achille cast binding magic on him.
It was layer upon layer of binding, and it looked like he couldn’t even speak anymore.
On top of that, he used magic to tear off a chain attached to the bear trap, and harshly bound Galuf’s arms with it.
…It’s overkill.
“Please arrest this piece of shit. Take him to the castle.”
“Achille…?”
The other magicians looked at Achille, dumbfounded.
It’s probably their first time seeing Achille’s true colours.
They’re dreadfully shaken.
But even shaken, the fact that they still properly did their job is as expected of the magicians of the castle.
“Camille…”
Achille caught me when I stood up totteringly, and roughly kissed me.
“Nn-”
Magic power flowed in from his mouth.
It immediately spread through my body, and I could stand like normal now.
“Achi, lle… ‘m, oka-”
I slowly parted from Achille’s lips.
If it continues like this, it feels like this time I won’t be able to stand for different reason.
“…You’re still not standing steadily. Isn’t that because you haven’t had enough?”
“No, that’s diff- …I’m good, I’m good, I said-”
Damned Achille… He’s saying this even though he knows, isn’t he?
If it’s Achille who can perfectly allot magic power, he should know how much mana I need to stand properly.
“Geez, Camille. You’re being reserved, aren’t you? I have plenty of mana left, so you really don’t need to hold back, you know…”
“Like I said, that’s not- …I’m not being reser-, nn-…”
Aahh, I can feel tepid gazes from the other magicians.
“Was Achille this kind of guys?”
“Nah… but for some reason that way of speaking suits him too.”
“The two of them sure get along, huhh.”