Looking at the cannons, Lucian felt rather dissatisfied.
Even though he won the fight against the enemy named Lukan, he was only able to do so because the enemy had lost his calm and focus. His S-rank spell did provide a huge cover for his sneak attack, but under normal circumstances, a person as keen and crafty as Lukan should have been able to detect it.
Undeniably, his enemy's defeat was brought upon by those weapons of magic. If not for those, Lukan wouldn't have panicked, his soldiers wouldn't have retreated, and ultimately, they would have been able to grasp the victory by now.
Alas, in the end, they merely touched it.
Krrfff!
Lucian's thoughts were interrupted by some sort of noise. When he looked towards the direction where the sound came from, he saw an elite enemy soldier staring at the dead body of Lukan Gratis.
