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Balleroy:  Unlike normal mages, they used spirits to exploit the mana in the atmosphere, so they never had to risk running out of fuel. The trade-off was the fact that the greatest amount of mana they could use at one time was dictated by the spirit they were contracted with, but… “”
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Julius:  Julius batted away another globe of light. He was obviously enhancing his own body with a greater spirit; that was what allowed the knight such superhuman reactions. It served to minimize the burden of the several spirits he had made pacts with. What’s more, the spirits would salve the strain on his body almost as it happened. The choice demanded a good deal of pain, but so long as Julius’s spirit didn’t break, he would be able to continue fighting. In fact, if it came to a contest of endurance, it was Balleroy who was most at risk. The rebellious general had trained only for short, sharp engagements.
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Balleroy:  "I’m gonna cry uncle before he does at this rate…” Traditionally, a sniper hid in one place, keeping his opponents pinned down for hours or even days. But there was a time limit on this coup. He couldn’t spend long here. He glanced down again and saw Julius with his back to the woods, as if to say You shall not pass. Balleroy knew the wounded emperor was somewhere in there, as was the knight-girl with the cat ears. Balleroy’s true enemy couldn’t have been far, either—the red-haired Sword Saint, the world’s strongest knight: Reinhard van Astrea. “When Cecils came back, I thought he might nab my chance." The single greatest uncertainty in this plan was what Volakia’s strongest warrior and greatest optimist would do. Balleroy might be merciless, stopping at nothing, but in the end, he wanted to do the deed himself. From that perspective, he could’ve practically applauded the three visiting knights for getting away from Cecils alive. It ensured he would have his revenge and that his brother-in-law could rest in peace. “Hmm…?" Balleroy adjusted the grip on his spear so it was good and firm, but then he was taken aback by something happening below him. A small figure rushed out of the tree line toward Julius. From his perch on his dragon’s back, he quickly saw that it was the third Lugunican knight, the girl with the cat ears. He had never paid her any mind; she clearly wasn’t a fighter. Balleroy wasn’t the type to relish unnecessary killing, so he had gone out of his way not to target her, but now… “This is how the battlefield works… I’ll let you get things moving for me!” Change could break a stalemate, and victory went to the bold. He who did not hesitate would be triumphant, for the goddess of victory loved best those who were most cruel.
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Girl:  “…!” The girl shouted something at Julius.