"Shadow theater – body augmentation."
The black-haired boy said and felt his mana moving through his body - then suddenly it was all sucked out by the bracelets and was forcefully dissipated into the air after passing through the milky crystal without actually forming into a proper spell.
"You did not expect me to have the real ones?"
Surou asked in a cold tone suspecting that Zoemi was doubting him.
"No, my prince, if anything I was doubting the artifact itself – you must admit that the ability of those bracelets sounds like straight out of a cautionary fairytale - I would never doubt you."
|You inferiority-complex-filled bastard...|
The last part Zoemi added only in his mind and clenched his fists satisfied with making sure that those bracelets weren't fake.
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