Reincarnation Monarch

"Boy, please be patient..."

Rodemul cared for Gaius and spoke up.

"... yeah..."

Gaius replied weakly, but because of his fatigue on his forehead, he was already sweating like a ball.

"This is where patience is. Anyway, focus on your consciousness."

At first they were the three who were scattered and ready for the enemy, but assembled by Carla's instructions, now forming a triangle with their backs together.

But it had already been thirty minutes since the enemy never showed up and let only signs drift around.

This time of thirty minutes was of no avail to Karla and Rodemur of the Hundred Wars smell, but not to Gaius with the flesh of a six-year-old.

To remain vigilant and focused on the enemy, the length of time of thirty minutes was enough for Gaius to wonder if it was time for a perpetual pillage.

"Come on!..."

Even though he ate his teeth and desperately endured the ordeal, he was now a line of foot clumps.

Carla had guessed from Gaius's breath passing over her back that it was time for him to be close to the limit.

(Not good... not really good... because no matter how much magic you have, you can't show it without your strength... and enemies who don't show up are bad... you don't have to do it, not at all...)

Carla was also distressed by this invisible enemy's response.

(The enemy is waiting for Gaius to run out of health... well, what do we do...)

Then all of a sudden, Gaius' knee creaked with gakun.

Although Gaius stepped on his whole body with vigour and managed to regain his posture and not fall into it, it was no longer considered a matter of time before he fell.

(CHUCKLES! If you don't attack me now, he's a very discreet guy. I'm probably never going to show up until Gaius totally falls in, this guy!

Carla was inside and was really driven by some decades-long agony.

(I don't have a choice. If this happens, we're just gonna turn to offense!

Then suddenly, Karla's arms began to stain bright red.

"I'll attack you! Concentrate!

Sayin 'ya, Karla rolled a tremendous series of flames out of her arms, by the way.

The flames of the Red Lotus swept through the tunnels and went wild, instantly hitting all over the corridor walls, floors, ceilings and other places made of a wide total marble in the palace.

Beautiful paintings hung on the walls, streamlined sculptures placed on the floor, lavish chandeliers suspended from the ceiling, etc. were burned to such an extent that they did not even leave a burning cusp.

But Carla never let go of her hand, and kept firing flames.

By the decree of Carla the Gaius of the back-to-back spinned slowly, whereby Carla continued to flame three hundred and sixty degrees, burning out all the conditioning.

But that was all.

The enemy never showed up while only showing signs.

(CHUCKLES! No way. This guy's a real jerk...)

Carla had a strong tongue in her heart.