But it wasn’t a problem. We deliberately passed through a shady alley, and some thugs foolishly picked a fight with Reed, only to end up handing over their money.
“A m-mage…?”
“Ugh, but the mana detector didn’t pick up anything…”
As if a crude gadget from some thugs could detect a 9th-circle mage.
A few of them, unable to tell guts from recklessness, put up pointless resistance.
“You cocky mage!”
“The kid’s the weak spot! Aim for the kid!”
“I’ll do it! I’m an aura user, after all!”
“…Aim for who?”
Behind Reed, ten flying swords materialized, spreading out like a screen.
One by one, they arced through the air, embedding themselves perilously close to the thugs’ faces or between their legs.
“Eek! An aura master!”
“B-but he’s a mage! Why’s a…