Chapter 443: Foothold. (1/2)

Using a spell you had no affinity with took an obscene amount of Spirit Pressure. Sometimes, when the Mage Academy of Camelot gained a child of rare affinity, they would have no choice but to give them a teacher who might very well not have any talent in the child's field.

In such a case, the teacher would do their best to guide the child in the fundamentals. But, even in that case, the strongest spells the teacher might cast would be Apprentice level Arts.

However… [Float] wasn't an Apprentice level Art. In fact, it was well known as one of the most difficult to cast Magus Arts in all of Camelot.

Not only was Leonel casting a Three Star Magus Art he had no affinity with, but he was also using it in a situation he had no business using it in.

[Float] was only meant to help one hover ten meters above the ground at most. And even then, every second one spent at that height would cost a huge expenditure of Spirit Pressure even for a high affinity wind mage.

Yet, Leonel not only had no wind affinity, but he was over 500 meters in the sky!

Wind Mages would often use [Float] like an Earth Mage would use a defensive technique. It was only a method of protecting themselves in battle for a short period of time. Every extra meter they soared into the air, the exponentially more Spirit Pressure they would need to use.

”Send me inside!” Aina suddenly said.

She hadn't spoken a word since Leonel pressed her against his chest like this. She didn't want to admit it to herself, but she found it to be quite comfortable. But, her comfort wasn't worth Leonel strain.

The fact that Leonel had sent her box and sword in was enough to show that every extra pound was a huge strain to him.

Of course, it wasn't that Leonel wouldn't rather send Aina in, but rather that sending in a living object compared to an inanimate one was a completely different concept. For the same reason Leonel had to knock Aliard out first before stuffing him into a snowglobe, he couldn't casually send Aina wherever he wanted whenever he wanted.

In that split second, it was better for him to take this action than explaining his plan. Who knew what might happen? If he told Aina not to resist and that he'd be fine, who knew if she'd believe him?

Just when Leonel was about to answer Aina and agree to her suggestion, veins bulging across his forehead, it hit them.

”Yip! Yip!”

'Do as I said!' Leonel roared in his mind.

BANG!

It was just the surge of wind finally reaching them. It was far weaker than what it was on the ground. Yet… it felt as though they had been smashed by a sledgehammer.

Leonel wrapped his arms around Aina tightly.

He could feel bits and pieces of rocks and chipped wood rebounding across his back, trying to tear his skin apart.

”Leonel!” Aina cried out.

Leonel grinned. In all his life, this was only the second time he could remember Aina calling out his name.

”Don't worry, I have thick skin.”

Leonel sent his voice to Aina's ears. If not for this, it was doubtful that she would be able to hear him at all.