"Discipline? Me? You dare to discipline me, Morgan, the 'Thorn Peacock'? I see, I see, Charlemagne's people are indeed a bunch of arrogant fools, completely oblivious of what's actually going on."
With a long sigh of sadness, the air around Morgan suddenly changed.
Taking one step forward in her high heels that could easily punch a hole through a person, her full, white, gummy bear-like chest undulated. With her harsh triple-eyed gaze reopening, she raised her magic wand into the air.
"Guard my body, whip my enemy, show your severity! Water Thorn!"
A water-blue light sparkled from the jewel at the top of the wand. Over thirty water columns extended from the magical circle around Morgan's feet. With a speed close to that of sound and the thickness of a needle, each water column was sharp enough to cut gold and break iron. Compared to the gentle and caring name of "Water Thorn," the alias "Water Blade" was more fitting.
