Margarita Laux Antille.

One of the most powerful women in the world and one of the most beautiful women in the world.

Her noble family and superb magical wisdom have given her her the status she has today.

But now, her two calves have been cut off a lot of muscle, and her body is filthy and smelly, and she can only be curled up in a wooden cage with the dry bones of her students.

The high fever on her body does not go away, and in fact, she has not died after being infected under this kind of wound for so many days, which is already a very good reflection of a top sorceress's mana and physical strength.

But it still didn't work, the pain of high fever and festering wounds still tormented her, making it impossible for her to cast spells.

This is the reason why the kings in power regard magical power as equal.

Ignorant guys, they only think that the magic power of the mages is so powerful that they can even wipe out a knight order on a frontal battlefield.

But those in the know know very well that if a mage can't release a spell, in addition to the expensive magic blocking gold, it only takes one dysentery.

diarrhea, vomiting, cramping...... Guys who dare to forcibly cast spells in this state are generally devoured into the ground because of their magic power in the academy.

Of course, it is more likely that it will not be able to mobilize the chaos magic scattered in the world at all.

The basis of casting spells is undivided concentration.

If a spell is not turned into an instinctive reaction that drives breathing, then a distraction, raging chaos magic can distort the mage into a mass of unspeakable things.

A powerful and well-resourced mage will do a lot of preparation to maintain his condition.

Poison Removal Potion, Disease Removal Potion, Painkiller Ointment, Magic Charm...... Ordinary people can't imagine how much money a mage would spend on these things.

But now, Margarita has nothing by her side.

So, that noble Margarita, beautiful Margarita, mighty Margarita......

During this time, it can only be like a hen waiting to be slaughtered, staying in a cage.

Even she herself is about to accept the future in which she is about to die as "food".

Until she saw a young witcher go and return.

The camp was in disarray, and armed men with torches gathered towards the little witcher like a long dragon.

Margarita was in the cage and could only see the side of Lane's face below.

The firelight shone on that exotic face, and it was surprisingly not panicked, nor regretful.

Instead, he just calmly looked at the laughing enemies.

It was as if he really believed that he could fight his way out of here.

Are you kidding? He's just a witcher!

No...... Margarita laughed miserably, remembering the embarrassment of Rann when she first came to her cage.

His face was covered with blood, and he was a reserve of common sense that he didn't know anything about the warlock......

The skills are surprisingly good, but the most important knowledge is a mess.

It's just an apprentice who doesn't even have a teacher.

Expect an apprentice to fight his way out in a camp full of armed enemies? I'm really crazy.

But inexplicably...... When the apprentice said to himself, "I want to try to struggle", there was a strange sense of trust.

He won't die here.

Magic? Cards? Still is...... Curse?

I don't know.

Margarita kept her head down, suffering from pain and high fever, she couldn't even cast spells, let alone explore the principles.

But...... Since you're not simple, then give it a try!

"What do you want me to do? For the first time, I am in a state where I can no longer ......"

"Is it 'uncastable', or 'limited cast'? Make it clear! ”

Before Margarita could finish speaking, Lane let out a low growl.

He used the armor on his wrist to block an arrow, and then used the sword in his hand to cut another in mid-air.

A series of actions elicits exclamations from the enemy, which then makes them even more interested in "Bear Hunting".

Lan En didn't believe that the world's top sorceress would be directly restricted to the point of completely losing her ability to cast spells.

Even if there are really the world's top powerful mages in this camp, the gap between the top and the top shouldn't be so big!

Margarita was amazed at the other party's sharp mind.

How could a person who didn't even have common sense about mages be able to notice the difference between these two states in such a short period of time?

"I can only play a few tricks right now! Do you know the trick? It's as weak as your seal, and it can't even hold out for twenty seconds! ”

That's why Margarita is trapped here.

In twenty seconds, she can take the lives of several people. But that only made her die a little more miserable in the end.

However, Lan En, who was back to the cage, grinned with relief.

"Twenty seconds...... Even ten seconds is enough. ”

"What did you say?"

Margarita thought she had misheard.

Ten seconds? What can you do in 10 seconds?

Lan didn't respond to her doubts.

"Come on, mage, put on a shield."

'A shield'? Meaning to be protected by magic?

Margarita found this statement a bit interesting, easy to understand and at the same time light-hearted.

But now...... Is it really an easy time?

Regardless, the sorceress frowned, trying her best to shield herself from the pain of her flesh, briefly concentrating her consciousness and mobilizing the chaotic magic of Discord.

A spherical shield that distorted like air covered the surroundings of Lan and the wooden cage.

A crossbow bolt hit it at this moment, and the wooden pole of the crossbow arrow made a crisp snapping sound.

Lan En slowly knelt on the ground.

It's a posture of a demon hunter meditating and resting, but at the same time...... It is also the easiest way for them to absorb the power of medicine.

"If I get you out this time, will Iretusa pay me?"

Lan En took out two vials from his alchemy leather pouch and asked the sorceress with a smile.

Margarita had a contorted face to maintain the shield.

With ten seconds left in the shield, enemies outside the shield are still laughing and shooting crossbow arrows, or running with swords and hammers.

But the witchers didn't even look at them right now.

Margarita pursed her lips, even though there was a magic cream to hide the charm, others could still feel the richness of those lips.

She boasted that she had met most of the noble people of the continent.

The nobles of the empire in the south, the nobles of the kingdom in the north, she has seen them all.

But putting oneself in danger for the sake of others is not justified and not a noble honor.

Instead, it's easy and comfortable, and I don't care at all...... She had never seen anyone like that.

This is the "chivalry" of his homeland? Or the "chivalry" of the witchers? Margarita couldn't figure it out.

But she understands one thing-

You didn't do this for the sake of the world's great honor, did you, Witcher.

You're just doing what you want.

"You'll be a friend of Erethusa."

The sorceress looked at the cat's eyes earnestly.

"In the name of Margarita Laux Antillé!"

The young witcher laughed and raised his hand holding the bottle as if he were holding a wine glass.

"Hahaha, what an honor. Then in your name too, cheers! Lady! ”

Like a toast, when he finished speaking, the two bottles were empty.

Inky black toxins crawled down the veins and up his cheeks.

When I opened my eyes, there were no more amber pupils on top of them...... It's a deep black!