Ever since he had charged into the battle, Charles had already prepared himself for all kinds of situations.
He would never dare to look down upon the cunning of Mages.
Unfortunately, what had happened now was beyond even his imagination.
He... was attacked by Meusel!
Meusel's eyes were wide open, but his gaze was not focused. Tears of blood streamed down from the corners of his eyes as an odd growl came from his throat. The bright radiance of energy shone from his hands as they plunged deep into Charles' waist. Some unknown substance was continuously being injected into Charles.
Charles endured the intense pain and put his left hand over Meusel's chest. The dense light of concentrated energy quickly gathered on his hand. He just needed to expel the power and he would easily be able to shake off Meusel's attack.
However, when he looked at Meusel's familiar face, and felt the weak heartbeat beneath his palm, Charles hesitated.
