"Have you prepared some powerful spell?" Finier's handsome face showed a hint of curiosity, "Meteor Burst? Group monster Paralyze? Wait… you're not thinking of using that stream to unleash a Tsunami Technique, are you?"
Upon hearing this, the old elf squeezed out a bitter smile, "His Highness the King Consort is joking. The only Ninth Circle spell I have mastered is the Gate to Another World, and I've even lost my spellbook; I don't have a single high-level spell in my head. But my true expertise has never been in casting spells; it's in presiding over joint-casting rituals, and now is the time to put that skill to good use."
"I understand," Finier nodded, "While you preside over the group casting, I will also be ready to join the battle."
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Lancelot, Bruto, Alamir, and Cromwell stood together; they had already cleared the demons from this stretch of the wall and were silently waiting for the next wave of enemies.