"In the end, you came to help me anyway, Marquis Ember," Astoria casually said, her lips curved into a slight smile.
"It was originally my job to clean up these dogs, to begin with. What would I do if you get yourself killed?" Ember coolly replied before she furrowed her brows. "Nevertheless, it's true that the Curse of the Purple Umbala does not affect Specialized Magic."
"Perhaps it has something to do with the cohesiveness of mana in Specialized Magic," Astoria guessed.
"I've tested it earlier, but it seems like the Curse of the Purple Umbala has a weak dismantling effect. Mana gets pulled apart when it is exposed to the Curse of the Purple Umbala in the air—"
[Great Sword Wave]
Astoria cleaved away the goblins and hobgoblins as they charged at her. They had no interest in listening to her talk with Marquis Ember.
At the same time, the B-rank hunters from the Assembly of Silent Night hid within the goblin horde, awaiting their next chance to strike.
