"Afterwards, it was quite simple. Two Wind Shields turned out to be far more effective than I expected, and a Wind Blast knocked out some guy who attempted to disrupt the duel. If he had acted any faster, I would have let him interfere, but the mana manipulation I used to cut everything cleanly, according to the anatomy book Mira showed me, was already completed, and the next move Young Lady Treedor made severed her head."
"..."
Rotsard finished his explanation while nurse Chloe went so silent she even stopped moving her hands holding a needle and a thread.
"...you can use the common magic system…? Without the help of a contracted fae?"
She gasped, completely baffled.
"Hmm? Yeah, I do. I discovered that by accident a little bit ago, but speaking of contracted faes…"
"...?"
Rotsard tilted his head and nodded slightly before his eyes widened, and he gasped, making Chloe even more confused.
"Ice Gate."
*whoom*
Going even further, Rotsard simply called out, and a large portal looking like a frosted mirror with a bluish-white outline appeared. The mirror cleared out, but before the other side could show, a massive ice block, shaped vaguely like a horse, slid right through it.
*click*
*CRACK*
Then, Rotsard snapped his fingers, and while the portal disappeared, the ice block shattered, revealing a fae within.
A disoriented beetle horse. Mary Treedor's contracted fae, Klara.
"Wh-wha…?! Where am… ?! MASTER!"
After a brief infusion, the fae spotted the rather terrible state its master was and neighed in panic.
"You're a fae of nature, aren't you? If you want to be contracted to this person again, you might start using healing magic on her while this lovely young lady is doing her best to piece her back together."
"YOU…! Wh-wha… wait… what is happening!? Mary! MARY!"
Rotsard spoke up, approaching the panicking horse and holding it down with one hand, almost forcing it to lie down. That also had the benefit of making it reassess the situation.
"Listen. I only spared you because you APPEAR to cherish your former master. If you don't want to even attempt to help bring her back to life, I can get rid of both your physical form and your memories."
"O-of course I will help! Oh, oh dear, this looks so bad, you can still see everything…!"
The bleached-blond-haired youth pointed out, lessening the strength he was keeping the fae down with, but also putting his other hand close to its neck, but the fae let out an upset neigh without even noticing the threat, too busy looking over the nurse's shoulder.
At that point, that statement was an exaggeration as Chloe had made amazing progress with carefully stitching everything back together, but of course, it was still far from over.
"Oh, I can't believe you actually killed her! She wasn't going to kill you, you know!?"
"Just start using magic."
The beetle horse hoofed nervously as it neighed, but Rotsard merely tapped its side this time and sighed.