Erika, Mikihiko, and the vampire.
Taking in the sight of friend and foe intermixed with one another,
Tatsuya looked towards the masked Magician as if drawn by those
golden pupils of hers.
The masked Magician raised her left hand at Tatsuya. Like a seal, the
premonition of magic invocation was already at her fingertips in an
instant.
However, that premonition faded away as the world was being
overwritten.
Those golden pupils were greatly shaken.
Three times she attempted to activate different sorts of magic, and
three times they were blown away.
Everyone heard an “Ah”. The one who called out was Mikihiko, and
there was no need to state the reason.
The vampire was fleeing.
Hidden beneath the visor, Tatsuya’s gaze drifted from the masked
Magician.
Only for the briefest of instants.
The masked Magician was not going to let that instant pass by.
The next technique wasn’t magic.
Even if his gaze was averted, so long as it was magic, nothing could
escape Tatsuya’s “vision”.
In other words, the masked Magician also noticed that detail.
The swaying right hand that held the gun pointed downward spat out a
bullet.
Aimed around her feet, sparks flew and immediately turned into
flashes.
The dull sound of gunshots resounded five times, until the masked
Magician was entirely obscured by the flashes.
Tatsuya directed his magic at the masked Magician’s body.