A thin layer of dark mist drifted around Field's body; the power of fear naturally granted him an oppressive presence.
Kalanci was feeling a bit panicked. After all, his greatest backing, Marche, was currently curled up on the ground twitching, his face flushed red like a constipated person who couldn't even open their mouth.
Field also didn't think that borrowing the gap of that spirit would make things so easy, which made him feel like he had benefited from doing nothing.
Most likely, I won't be able to use the mage's treasury anyways.
Field knew that there were quite a few people in the Academic City who knew his name, but only about 5% of them actually feared it.
