Happy Birthday To Me.

“Ugh!” Albert exclaimed, his hand mere inches from Beatrice’s neck, yet unable to bridge the gap.

In that instant, Beatrice turned to face him, and he noticed her hand movements, with a subtle tug, he realized that his right hand was ensnared by mana threads, expertly manipulated by her.

[> Mid Tier Spell – Puppetry’s Severance <]

Beatrice intoned as she extricated herself from the head of the puppet spider, Albert stood frozen in shock, watching as his right hand was severed cleanly from the rest of his arm.

His blood, hot and scarlet, spurted onto his face as he gazed in stunned disbelief, unable to accept that his recklessness had cost him his right hand.

—

The VIP section buzzed with conversation, while the crowd of spectators fell into a hushed silence.

They were still unable to comprehend how the War God Academy had cornered the Royal Mage Academy so effectively and swiftly.