Sacred Wandering Lance

"To hell with you!" Geoffrey tore a spell scroll containing Death's Finger. That scroll was powerful enough to sap most of the mana of a low-order magus. Surely a first prince of the empire like him would at least carry more than ten such scrolls with level six or seven spells before going out.

From that perspective, Geoffrey wasn't that much weaker in comparison to Annelotte.

Within a short minute or two, Geoffrey had used half a dozen level-seven spells and more than ten level-six spells. However, the demi werewolf darted around the forest with lightning speed and was able to avoid most of the spells easily before leaping towards Geoffrey and trying to bite his throat off like a wild beast.

But Kurdak was no beast. He just fought like one because it was the fighting style that afforded him the most...

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