Chapter 12: The Empire’s Witch
And then, timing it perfectly with the moment Ms. Cécile used her Binding Magic, I activated my own reflecting magic, binding her with her own spell and rendering her immobile.
“Huh? Eh? Why am I bound by the magic I cast?!”
However, seeing Ms. Cécile fail to even realize her own magic had been reflected back at her—and this was Ms. Cécile, an Elf, a race generally said to excel at magic even among the Human race—gave me a glimpse of just how far behind the magic of this world is compared to the game world.
“Oh? Ms. Cécile, whose only redeeming quality is supposed to be magic, doesn’t understand what I did to her? If you can’t grasp something this simple, does that mean you weren’t actually good at magic after all? Then what is your redeeming quality, Ms. Cécile? Hmm? Hmmm?”
And so, seizing the opportunity, I provoked Ms. Cécile.
After all, this was Ms. Cécile we were talking about, with her pointlessly inflated pride.
It was easy to imagine how she’d react if she were mocked by me—a member of a race she looked down upon, and someone considered inferior even within that race.
Besides, before trying to use magic on me, Ms. Cécile had said, ‘After I teach you a lesson with magic, I’ll enslave you and throw you away.’
In that case, there was only one thing Ms. Cécile would do in this situation.
“Y-You inferior Human, who can barely even use magic! How dare you take that attitude towards me, an Elf! I’ll make you regret this, absolutely. Just enslaving you and throwing you away is too lenient now. I’ll ‘cherish’ you until you wish you were dead, then I’ll throw you away!!”
And while Ms. Cécile pretended to be snapping and spouting useless threats, it was completely obvious she was constructing magic without chanting.
It seemed she had regained enough composure to attempt the little trick of constructing magic without chanting while running her mouth, but even so, the fact that she hadn’t considered her magic being reflected showed her mind was dominated by anger, unable to think properly, and her actions were becoming simplistic.
This was the Cécile Cécilka feared by other countries as ‘The Empire’s Witch’? How pathetic.
And then, Ms. Cécile, still believing herself superior as an Elf, acted as if her magic hadn’t just been reflected and cast another spell without chanting.
And once again, I reflected the magic Ms. Cécile used.
The reflected magic was, just as I’d expected, or perhaps unsurprisingly, the Magic of Subordination. I could see the Mark signifying subordination appearing on the skin over her heart, emerging from the cleavage of the ample chest she always flaunted.
However, Ms. Cécile, the one who cast the spell, was still bound by the reflected Binding Magic and seemed completely unaware that even her Subordination Magic had been turned back on her.