Magical Comic Travel

There was a few seconds of silence between the two sides——

"That's it, I understand."

Lian Ashuber nodded and pondered to himself, as if he had already figured out the answer in his heart.

"Abominable witch, do you want to take the credit one step ahead of me—or is this also instigated by the Yarufas 'Snake' party?"

"Stop fighting with me!"

Claire summoned a fire cat with blazing flames at her feet.

In fact, she didn't think that doing so would have the slightest deterrent effect on Lian Ashubell.

At the same time as Scarlet appeared——

"Oh, interesting—"

Lian Ashuber suddenly said in a thought-provoking tone: "It turns out that the 'Scorching Silver Warrior Girl' inherited from the Eilstein family is really not the elf you are worthy of now."

"What did you say?"

Lian Ashubell murmured unfamiliar words, and then—"Interesting, let me play with you."

From her right hand wearing a white glove, a small pinch of flame ignited.

"Oh!" Claire bit her lips nervously.

"Claire, what should I do now?"

"What else can I do, I have to bite the bullet!"

If she got serious, no matter what, the two of them would not be able to escape unscathed.

"Hey, if you want, maybe you can find a chance to escape while I'm fighting."

"Heh, don't use that kind of boring joke to find Miss Ben happy."

Rinslet made up her mind, shook her head resolutely, and set up the magic ice bow in her hand.

"Thanks, Rinsley."

Claire thanked her childhood playmate with a voice that was so weak that she could barely hear it, then turned her gaze back to the front, facing the one that exudes a sense of desolation and oppression just by being in the same space—the strongest elves make.

In her eyes, she couldn't see the slightest chance of winning, nor could she see a way out.Maybe I will lose the 'magic stone' here, and maybe I will be eliminated from the competition.

But she firmly believed that Mu Hantian and the others would definitely replace her and win the event on the last day of the 'Elf Sword Dance Festival'.

——With the belief in her heart, Claire made a resolution.Now that she has awareness in her heart, she no longer has anything to fear.

"Lian Ashbel, can I ask you something?" Claire said.

"What's the matter?"

"Are you... really that Lian Ashubell?"

"Why do you ask that?"

Claire stared straight at the pair of red eyes hidden under the mask.

"I mean—you're not the 'strongest sword dancer' I've ever dreamed of... are you?"

"Yes."

The masked elf readily admitted the truth.

"I'm not who you know."

"Hearing you say that, I'm relieved."

Claire sighed in relief, and then unfolded the Flame Whip in her hand.

"Since this is the case, I can go all out and don't have to worry about it!"

She shouted loudly, and threw out the Flame Whip.The bright red flash slashed fiercely, tearing apart the pitch-black night.

"The proficiency in using the 'Elf Magic Clothes' is not bad, but—"

The counterfeit elf user who used the name of Len Ashbel began to draw a magic square in the void with the flames of his fingertips.

"Wake up from the furnace of eternal karma, 'Hound of the Hell'."

Along with the chanting, a hound with flames all over his body appeared from the burning magic square.

What she used was not a spell to summon spirits, but fire magic to create virtual life forms.

The hound with the flame attribute hissed and roared and rushed forward, and instantly tore off the flame whip with its sharp claws.

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"How is it possible? My 'Scarlet' is...!"

"Let me teach you how to use flames correctly."

The 'Fire Hell Hound' commanded by Lian Ashubell let out a ferocious growl, and jumped towards Claire.

"ah!"

"Claire, get out of the way!"