Trash of the Count's Family (401-600)

Chapter 409 - Only Me (6)

Rosalyn's fingertips were shaking.

'There's too much mana......!'

She bit down on her lips.

Boom. Boom. Boom.

Her whole body felt as if it was on fire.
This boiling fire that she could not stop even if she wanted to do so seemed to want to gobble her up.

However, she continued to shout internally as she reached a hand toward the grey Dragon.

'More, more, more!
I want to handle more mana.
No, I want to control it with my bare hands!'

"You're crazy! Are you so desperate to die?!"

Becrock's voice could not reach Rosalyn.

Rooooooooooooooooooooar!

Rosalyn only looked at the grey Dragon that charged toward her again with its mouth open.

Crack, boom! Baaaaang!

Magic stones continued to break or explode as they crashed into each other before turning into red mana.
Rosalyn continued to reach her hand out.

Baaaaaaaaaang!

The grey Dragon and the red mage crashed against each other.

The grey Dragon tried to chomp off her side.
Rosalyn moved her left hand.

Bang!

Red mana blocked the Dragon's mouth.
She did not even finish looking at it before turning her gaze away.

'Everything is red.'

Everything looked red to her right now.
Everything from the tip of her head down to her toes. Red mana was covering her eyes, nose, mouth, and every part of her body such that her world seemed to be red.

Even the Grey Dragon, Becrock, and the night sky had lost their original colors and looked red.

'I like this.'

She liked what was going on.

Her whole body...
Every breath that she took...
All of her actions were full of her mana.
Rosalyn smiled as she reached her right hand out again.

A large mana hand that resembled her hand was created.

Squeeze!

Rosalyn formed a fist.

Baaaaaaaaaang!

The large red mana hand ripped the grey Dragon's wing.
Rosalyn's eyes flashed.

The combination mana made from dead mana and mana. That grey being was being ripped apart.

"That, that crazy!"

Becrock's eyes were full of astonishment as he watched.

It was not because Rosalyn blocked the grey Dragon's attack and ripped off one of the grey Dragon's wings.
It was fine since he could just attack again.

It was something else that had shocked him.

"...Are you really planning on dying?"

Crack. Crack.

Rosalyn was absorbing mana from an endless number of magic stones.
All of the mages were thinking that she would soon be swallowed by the red mana and die. They could see her entire body shaking. Her eyes had been dyed red as well.

Becrock shouted the word that mages used for such a situation.

"Mana explosion!"

Was she trying to defeat him even if it forced her to go into mana explosion?