"Kid... use that pen of yours." The judge's old and somewhat hoarse voice rang in Lucien's ears, which eased his mind, and he immediately understood what he should do.
Is he supposed to stand up to bandits?
No, a normal person's first choice would definitely be to call for help!
And in such battles involving Rule Stones, his greatest role as little Calamy was to draw that great slumbering being into this fight!
"So in this battle, am I just a humanoid call device?" Lucien belatedly realized, his mouth curling into a grin, suddenly feeling that it was quite nice to have someone backing him up, enabling him to indulge in a little borrowed authority.
He flipped out a feather pen, and at the same time quickly approached the bizarrely shaped tower in the distance.
Baka buzz...
