"Are you really sure about this?"
He asked me, standing about ten meters opposite, a spear made of ice in his hands, one that looked fragile but I was certain could rival any A-rank spear on Earth.
I nodded, tying my hair into a ponytail, it was a suggestion from Olivia, in her words, it's an advantage.
'I don't know how it's an advantage...'
Regardless, I decided to trust her, besides, my hair would interrupt any physical combat I conduct.
Yes, after I had so gracefully forced Alan to fill the crystals with his mana, I made a request. One I had put off for far too long.
My glaring weakness was that I was absolutely awful in physical combat. I always detested the idea of it, sweat and blood flying off as two combatant engaged in a fight, doing everything they could to achieve victory.
I hated nasty things, and I always shuddered at the mere thought of fighting up close. Using magic from a distance, like any elegant lady was fit for me.
