"Hah, seriously?...This is really all you can do, isn't it? And here I thought killing a sage might actually be kind of fun."
Even without any feedback, Antoinette's taunts didn't cease as she playfully ran her blades through the gathering bridges of mana that built the weaving spell, slowly approaching the barrier before kicking off into another dash of steel.
With a single strike this time, the fresh barrier was put into worse condition than the brittle first, much to the joy of the Argonaut as she laughed jovially.
"After I bring your head to the king, I'll be treated like royalty myself. I'll probably have my own land, a castle...a healthy supply of war prisoners and peasants to cut up. Doesn't it sound fantastic? I can't wait!"
