A Knight Who Eternally Regresses

"Like brown shit, stubborn!"

"You!"

Esther grabbed the opponent's forearm and snapped it with a quick twist.

Galaph was horrified when he saw his barrier shatter.

The pain that hit his brain was the next blow.

"Ugh."

That was the end.

While a mage's fight is also a contest within the world of spells, the physical body exists, and physical damage can also have an effect.

To put it simply, if it hurts, concentration is lost.

And despite the absolute difference in the amount of mana drawn from the world of spells, wasn't the battle still proceeding at a similar level?

That meant the opponent knew how to use and apply spells much more efficiently than he did.

Galaph broke out into a cold sweat as he endured the pain.

The way he was attacked just moments ago was genuinely absurd.

He cast a defensive spell, but Esther, that wicked witch, conjured flames in her hand and simply slashed through the barrier.

There was an immense force in that motion.

Whoosh!

For a moment, steam clouded his vision.

It was the result of combining the Blue Lake spell with the fiery hand spell.

Galaph, panicking, tried to cast a few spells, but his arm was caught and broken.

Why had this witch gotten so strong?

Only questions filled Galaph's mind.

Had she always fought so well?

The nickname "fighting witch"—was it given not because of her temper, but because she truly fought well?

A mage with as many nicknames as the witch before him was rare indeed.

Galaph had always thought it was a bit of a trick.

The method of scattering many nicknames so that the opponent couldn’t see your real nature.@@novelbin@@

Whether it was a trick or not, one thing was for sure.

The nickname “fighting witch” attached to the witch standing before him was real.

"Not going easy."

The witch with black silk-like hair said expressionlessly.

Her two disciples had been defeated by her summoned creature, which now stood still in one corner, looking confused.

It seemed like a golem patched together with flesh and bone, but it was impressively well-crafted.

The stitch marks on one side of its face and its unfocused eyes indicated the golem’s true nature.

It seemed like a golem someone had spent their life creating.

"Ugh!"

Galaph resisted.

Naturally, escape was also on his mind, but the gap in strength was too clear from the start.