“Don’t cut out the beginning and end. Explain it properly.”
—It’s exactly what I said. I made a mistake.
At Meister’s rebuke, White Crow’s doll pointed to one side.
—I lost an arm completely.
Exactly where the doll pointed was White Crow’s true body, with nearly half of the upper torso practically vaporized.
Deathbringer’s and Meister’s expressions twisted.
“…Your casting speed is going to slow down.”
—Exactly.
“Wh-What are you talking about? Is there some condition where magic needs your arms and legs intact or something?”
“It’s less a condition and more a matter of proficiency.”
Using magic did not absolutely require both hands.
However, skilled mages often divided the release and control of Mana between both arms—and sometimes even their staff.
To put it another way, it was like drawing a circle with one hand and a triangle with the other, allowing them to complete the elements required for the drawing—the spell—much faster.
The problem was that while this let them cast magic more quickly under normal circumstances, losing one arm made the situation unfamiliar.
They were now doing with one hand what they normally did with two.
Naturally, they became far more sluggish than usual.
It was the fatal weakness of a mage accustomed to using both hands.
“In preparation for situations like this, war mages usually train their one-handed magic as well, but…….”
—As you know, I’m not a combat mage.
“Wait, waitwaitwaitwait. So what you’re saying is… you can’t keep…