Chapitre 135: Brewing Fray

Ushpia clicked her tongue, her silver-patterned brows furrowing at her unleashed spell. 

"How irksome." 

Alwina, who had been sprawled half-naked on the altar, rose up after finishing with Abel.

She stretched with a moan, saying, "Is there a problem? I don't know the specifics of your plan with Icilia, but the spell seems fine to me." 

"Its purpose was to show the location of every participant within the forest aside from ours and that of Icilia's group," Ushpia explained. "However, someone appears to have hijacked my rite at the last moment." 

Alwina adjusted her furls and her hair, nonchalantly asking, "What does that change? Did they disrupt it? I can clearly see everyone's position, though." 

Ushpia shook her head. "The spell is functional. They haven't done anything but link their senses to its foundations. Perhaps a magus from outside is trying to peek inside the Theurgic Field?" 

"That's not our problem then, is it?"