At the moment when Lumiere reminded her assistant,
Ronald's gaze equally fixed tightly on this fellow.
—Another troublesome one.
The spell he had cast before was merciless.
Despite the 'Assault' transforming into a black fog that had already enshrouded him, the River of Blood, which should have boiled the sinner's flesh to decay, did not exert its intended effect.
The boy allowed the black fog to entangle him, appearing unconcerned in his demeanor.
Indeed, this fellow had already acted in accordance with the spell's requirements, yet the 'Assault' was indeed unable to interfere with the other's body.
"..."
Quietly stepping back two paces, Ronald knitted his brows.
He did not feel a sensation of his spell being neutralized as with Lumiere, nor did he detect any defensive spells resisting the erosion of the Divine Comedy.
After ruling out these two possibilities,
The reasons that could explain the current phenomenon were in fact only a few.
