Underneath the man and Aizel, a bright magic circle appeared, crackling with unearthly energy.
The man channeled the power of shimmering magic crystals, evoking their mystical characteristics with fast, deliberate motions.
In an instant, the surroundings blurred, and the pair vanished, transported to an unknown mountain cliff.
[Master, this guy created a magic circle out of nowhere]
"Why did you bring me here?" Aizel asked in annoyance.
"To let your head get cool. You don't want to create a ruckus on the day when King has returned home," the man replied.
"I will kill him in one way or another. Bringing me here won't change anything."
"Then what? Will you then fight more noble families? Will you then fight the royal family?
"You are not even in Grade III. If you can't value your life, at least think of others." The man replied.
