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Chapter 27 Kieslfield (2)

Chanting is not a necessary component of spellcasting, but for some advanced spells with overly complex models, chanting can effectively help mages construct models in their minds and guide the flow of magical energy.

And the magic that Kiesl is chanting now is of this type.

The brilliant crimson flame in her hand spun and gathered, its blood-red light surpassing even the twilight. It stole the glory of the setting sun, so the surrounding scenery was no longer a serene landscape bathed in the sunset, but rather a hellish scene of raging inferno and wailing souls.

And Kiesl continued to pour magic into it.

The magic contained in that crimson flame had reached a terrifying level. Mirad was certain that if she had thrown it in the wrong direction, half of Elcia City would have been reduced to a crater with an astonishing radius in the blink of an eye, and the residents would have been fortunate enough to witness the magnificent sight of two suns in the sky.

But Mirad frowned. It seemed that Kissfield's magic was consuming almost 70-80% of the heroine's own magic power, and this was only the second move.

Will she still have enough magic to show for herself in her third move?

However, the efficiency of her magic utilization was quite good. Despite being so close to that ball of flame, Mirad's perceived temperature only rose by a few degrees. The terrifying heat was compressed and concentrated in her hands, without affecting the surrounding area at all.

Furthermore, the chanting has been going on for far too long... Several breaths have already passed. If this were a real battlefield, Kissfield would already be beheaded.

Kiesl's face was slightly flushed. Was it because she was struggling to use up her mana? Or was it because of the crimson flame in her hand...?
No, neither.

She was excited.

His pupils were dilated, his voice trembled, and sweat gathered into small streams that flowed into the mountains.

Kissfield was excited about having the opportunity to cast this spell!
It turned out to be the case.

Mirad chuckled. Presumably, this girl had never had the chance to use such a long-chanting spell during training or actual combat. Its strength, which existed only in theory, only had a chance to be displayed when facing him. It was perfectly normal for her to accidentally use too much force without considering the consequences. After only a few encounters, he had gradually become familiar with Kissfield's flamboyant personality.

A fireball, hot enough to vaporize mountain rocks, shot out from Kieslfield's hand, tracing a path that would incinerate everything in its path.

The moment it was launched, she lost control of it. Kissfield's remaining two or three tenths of her magic power quickly transformed into shields and barriers to prevent herself and those around her from being vaporized in the aftershocks. As for Mirad... in their first exchange, she seemed certain that Mirad wouldn't be rendered incapacitated by an attack of this magnitude, so she completely disregarded his safety.

"Here you go, uncle! I call this move... Gigantamax Shiny Fireball!"

...The name is very distinctive.

Mirad smiled inwardly, but his actions were faster than his thoughts.

A huge, thick rock blocked his path from the fireball.

Seeing this, Kieslfield frowned. How could that old man make such a decision?
The mere rock couldn't completely block the high temperature and explosion of her Gigantamax Shiny Fireball. She knew this, which is why she chose to use this move to open the old man's eyes... Rocks will vaporize under extremely high temperatures, let alone the more fragile human body.

She gritted her teeth, channeling the last of her magic power to try and create a protective shield around the overconfident old man, at least enough to keep him alive, though she might suffer the pain of skin carbonization... Playing around is playful, but Kissfield didn't want that priest with the gruff accent to die because of her outburst—

However, the explosion, shockwave, and painful groans she had imagined did not occur. She only felt a cool breeze brush against her skin, which she hadn't felt in a long time, and the burning sensation in her hands lessened somewhat.

Where did it go...? The boulder in front of the uncle was completely intact and unmoved. Apart from the scorch marks on the ground in front of him, the scene was as calm as if the fireball had never been shot at all!
A brief moment later, a crimson-gold light, as intense as the midday sun, answered Kissfield's question. The sky, which had gradually faded into night, returned to daylight, and then an indescribable, thunderous roar exploded in the air. Whether it was children playing in the square, students throwing prank spells at each other, or vendors preparing to pack up their stalls... the city's residents looked up in astonishment at the sky, only to be blinded by the crimson-gold light, comparable to a second sun.

"Is this the pre-expo event that the agricultural cooperative mentioned?"

"I think it's some new magic invented by those brats at the academy..."

"Mom, look! There are two suns in the sky!"

Staring blankly at the bright, daylight-like sky, oblivious to the tears streaming down her face from the intense light, Kissfield was pale. Her lost magic had not yet been replenished, but she didn't care.

Just now, she realized how the other party had changed the trajectory of the Gigantamax Shiny Fireball and sent it soaring into the sky.

"No way, sir... you're using my secondhand teleportation magic circle? Seriously...?"

Without the confusion and cover of the magical light spots, Mirad found the teleportation magic circle that Kiesfield had set up in the lumberyard without any effort.

The next step is very simple.

Move one of the two interconnected teleportation magic circles to an altitude of 10,000 meters, protect the boulder engraved with the other teleportation magic circle, and finally... gather the magic power, heat, and shockwave generated by the explosion to prevent them from affecting the residents of Elcia on the ground.

After all that, the magic that could wipe out half of Elcia was nothing more than a somewhat dazzling firework.

"It's undeniable that teleportation magic is indeed useful... Next time you use this level of magic, consider your surroundings more carefully."

If he hadn't redirected the fireball to the upper atmosphere, the surrounding area wouldn't have been protected by the shields and barriers constructed by Kissfield's limited magic.

Mirad tossed the crimson spear that Iwate was holding to Kieslfield, whose hair was soaked with sweat and clumped together. The fabric that was already clinging to her skin now revealed glimpses of her skin, rising and falling with the girl's breath.

"Wow... This uncle is so scary. His seamless preaching and his somewhat disgusting ability to react are both terrifying."

Barely managing to stay upright by bracing herself against her spear, Kissfield, who seemed to have sneaked out without time to put on makeup, smiled radiantly, her face completely bare, as she licked the sweat trickling down her lips.

"Sorry, sir. I can only deliver on two of the three moves I promised... I'll keep the other one as a debt. How about I come back and try it on you again once I've recovered?"

"...Okay. I won't be leaving Elcia anytime soon. Just launch ordinary fireworks into the sky like today, and I'll come over when I see them."

Nodding, Mirad intended to hand his handkerchief to the girl so she could wipe her sweat, but after searching for a while, he realized he had already given the handkerchief to Obora. In the end, he could only awkwardly summon a breeze to caress Kieslfield's face.

Strands of hair were blown into her eyes, so Kieslfl burst into laughter, mocking the clumsy old man she saw in him. As she brushed aside her blonde hair, her eyes reflected the lingering white light of the sky, shimmering brightly.

"Hey, uncle! I don't have the strength to go back, how about you carry me?"

(End of this chapter)