No one dared to even breathe, as the scene unfolded before their eyes.
'What am I seeing?… Freya, probably the strongest mage in the world, known because of her spells, which come close to perfection, is getting… beaten around by a young man still in his teens.
If I had known things would've ended up like this… I wouldn't have invited her here.'
The New York branch leader had just begun realizing his mistakes, and the woman's face was still in the young man's grasp.
Using her mana to resist Hans's telekinesis, she finally managed to open her mouth and blabber what she had been meaning to say for a while.
"You little fucker! Let go of me right this moment!"
'Oh? She also mastered telekinesis… she is using it in opposition to mine in order to negate its effects, but it doesn't seem like she can keep up with my spell.'
What Hans found interesting, for others was a nightmare…
