Next, as if a direct manifestation of this word’s meaning, a draining magic circle appeared beneath Enmarph’s feet.
“It’s not over yet!”
As if mirroring his fighting spirit, a flood of mana burst forth from Enmarph’s body.
His goal: to suppress Suimei’s magic with raw power. This could be described as a magician’s last resort. When faced with a magic of an unknown nature, this wasn’t a bad choice for a countermeasure.
Unfortunately, the magic Suimei had chosen had a draining effect – Kalavinka’s Sweet Voice. Draining an opponent’s mana was precisely this spell’s purpose, in other words—
“Wha— aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”
With a blood-curdling scream, the rate at which Enmarph’s magic surged from his body raged out of control. Within moments, he sank to his knees, drained dry.
“Uoooooooooooh!”
Raikas roared from behind. Although he’d been thrown, the fact that he was able to close in this far was undoubtedly thanks to Enmarph’s assistance.
Not that it mattered to Suimei, who was unruffled. Gracefully, he stretched his arm out and took up the sword he’d thrust into the ground, and fluidly spun around.
The speed of Suimei’s slash surpassed that of the flash of light reflecting off Raikas’ sword as he attacked. In an instant, he’d closed the gap.
“Ugh…”
Just as his swing was about to take his sword straight to Raikas’ throat, he stopped his motion.
“—And it’s a victory for me. Agreed?”
Neither of his opponents had any room to disagree.