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Looking at the cracks on the Cross Sword, a hint of surprise appeared in Freya's eyes.
"To think that even a weapon I enchanted could suffer this level of damage. Truly worthy of the 'Crimson Lightning.'"
Her somewhat teasing tone filled Rocis with disbelief.
"How is that possible! You were hit by my Aurora's Lightning, how could you be unscathed!?"
The fact that his strongest trump card was completely ineffective made the two-hundred-year-old Old Wizard feel as if he were in an illusion.
"Oh? Are you shocked by this?"
Shaking the Cross Sword, Freya revealed a slight smile.
"It seems you graduated from your Wizard Academy by taking shortcuts; you haven't even mastered the most Basic Knowledge of electrical principles."
As soon as her words fell, Freya instantly vanished from her spot and reappeared behind Rocis. (To be continued...)
"Ha ha, how could I not know about Mr. Rocis, who holds the title of Crimson Lightning? Moreover, the prey you have under your blade was discovered by me first. What do you mean by that?"
Although Freya wore a smile on her face, the Cross Sword in her hand showed no signs of relaxation.
On the other hand, Rocis's Scimitar trembled slightly, clearly indicating that he was no match for Freya in terms of strength.
Feeling the pressure of the blade that he couldn't push down, Rocis paused for a moment and withdrew his Scimitar with a sneer.
"Is this your prey? What evidence do you have?" he asked coldly.
The way she appeared silently and blocked his attack was not something an ordinary wizard could achieve; only a Dark Wizard who had frequently experienced battles would possess such skills.
However, the witch before him wore a white robe, and her energy aura belonged to the Positive Energy System's Wind Element Particle.
For a moment, he found himself uncertain.
"Evidence?"
Freya raised an eyebrow.
She had learned about all the Official Wizards on this ship from Hanks.
As for the tall and thin Old Wizard named Rocis, she knew well that he was currently just a Wandering Wizard without any organization, belonging to the Vaporization Level. Although he was famous in some places, he was still not significant in Freya's eyes.
What amused her was that this man would ask for evidence after she provoked him like this.
Even though fighting was absolutely prohibited on the Elk Family's Passenger Ship, that rule was only set for ordinary passengers.
As long as wizards did not cause fatalities or bring losses or complications to the Elk Family, they were fine.
Without directly answering him, Freya glanced at the two individuals lying on the ground, already unconscious.
Although Freyja was severely injured, it was merely superficial damage, while the boy named Del from the Tros clan showed no visible injuries apart from being unconscious. Most of his White Robe had shrunk back into his body, but traces of beastly remnants still lingered in some subtle areas.
'No wonder they are a race with top-notch Spell resistance. That last move must have been the Tros's Special Bloodline power.'
Seeing that the young Tros Clan member was not in serious trouble, Freya quietly sighed in relief.
Then, she suddenly twisted her Cross Sword sharply and swung it directly at Rocis.
“Clang!!!”
A circle of fine ripples suddenly appeared in front of Rocis, followed by a crack slowly forming.
Rocis never expected this witch would attack without a word. His eyes widened as the Empowerment Spell that Del had just broken could not withstand this surprise attack, instantly cracking under the force.
“Damn it!!”
With no time to think further, he immediately slapped his waist.
A circle of pale yellow light flashed. Just as Freya was about to pierce through the Silver Defense Shield, a layer of bright yellow membrane quickly enveloped him.
Freya's Cross Sword struck this yellow membrane as if it were piercing through a soft jelly, having no effect at all.
“Hmm?! What is this?”
Staring at the object blocking her sword strike, Freya displayed a curious expression.
However, she soon noticed the unusual glow around Rocis's waist.
"It seems you have quite a few good things on you."
With a smile returning to her face, Freya turned her hand and thrust the Cross Sword downward.
A faint Azure rune flashed briefly in Freya's eyes.
"Wind."
After a gentle murmur, a circle of Azure Wind enveloped her.
Seeing this, Rocis, who had just escaped a disaster, felt the cold sweat on his forehead reappear as his expression changed again.
As Freya swung the Cross Sword toward him, he suddenly extended his right hand and shouted the incantation loudly.
"Sarak Sirei!!"
His right hand, wrapped in red lightning, met the attack head-on.
"Bang!!"
A tremendous thud erupted violently between them, causing large sheets of rain to evaporate into vapor.
The two people lying on the ground were blown against the side of the cabin by the raging Spell explosion.
Amidst the crimson lightning, Rocis stared at the woman ensnared in electric currents with a pale face, his dark gaze revealing a chilling intent to kill.
"Hmph! You've fallen for my Aurora's Lightning, let's see if you can survive!"
This Spell had always been his signature Spell, obtained by chance in an ancient ruin, and after more than a decade of refinement, it finally became his renowned Spell. With this powerful tool, he felt confident even among wizards of the same level, and Rocis's nickname ‘Crimson Lightning’ was derived from this formidable Spell.
Now, the unfamiliar witch before him had just been hit directly by this powerful Spell. Even though she was a Liquefied Sorceress, she would likely struggle for a while.
With a loud bang, the rain exploded around him as Rocis stumbled out from the thick steam.
The collapse of his Defensive Spell left him drenched in rainwater, and soon his Robe clung to his tall, thin frame, making him appear quite frail.
Instinctively touching the Cursed Items at his waist, he stared anxiously at the billowing steam.
"This madwoman! She actually attacked without saying a word. Does she think she's a Dark Wizard?"
Just moments ago, her decisive action would have pierced through an ordinary wizard. It was known that the Elk Family had strict regulations against wizard-level fatalities; if such an event occurred, it would be a provocation to the dignity of the Elk Family.
The consequences were not something an ordinary wizard could bear.
However, this witch before him seemed completely unconcerned.
"Could she have some connection to the Elk Family?"
As he pondered over Freya's background, the thick white steam quickly dissipated in the rain.
Standing quietly in her White Robe, Freya remained unharmed. The Azure Rune on her Cross Sword had completely vanished, and numerous dense black cracks appeared on it, as if it were about to shatter at any moment.
Yet, Freya herself was perfectly intact.
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