CH 18

Heavy Metal Waltz

The opponent turned out to be a woman dressed in a maid outfit. Her fox-like, slender eyes glared at Mary with intensity. She held a pair of massive gatling guns, resembling chunks of iron, firmly in both hands, pointing them towards Mary.

Realizing that countering with gunfire was futile, the maid adjusted her grip. Then, with finesse reminiscent of wielding tonfas, she skillfully parried Mary’s scythe.

The clash of their powers resounded through the entrance, accompanied by a piercing metallic sound and a shower of intense sparks.

“What? It won’t cut through?!”

“Will it shatter like this?!”

Both of them were taken aback by the turn of events. They pushed each other away, creating some distance. Upon landing, they locked eyes once again, facing each other anew.

“Mary Pulcherrima… An Arcana user with a magical evaluation over 15,000… I should charge Fidelis an extra fee.”

“Using two gatling guns and handling them with just hands is no ordinary feat for a human. Are you an Arcana user yourself?”

“Unfortunately, I’m nothing of the sort.” Calaria readjusted her grip on her guns, pointing the multiple barrels arranged in a circular formation directly at Mary. “I’m just an ordinary person. Not even a mage by any means.”