Isabelle's brow furrowed in confusion.
"What do you mean? I...I don't understand."
Cassius shook his head. "I can't explain it clearly. But what I can say is this—your wish has been granted. Just as you desired a moment ago, you can now fight to your heart's content."
Isabelle gasped, panicking slightly as Cassius began gently pushing her out of the thicket toward the open clearing.
"W-Wait! Darling, stop! What are you saying?! I don't have combat training! I don't have mana! I don't have physical strength! I'm just a normal maid!"
"Trust your husband, Isabelle!"
Cassius commanded smoothly, his voice laced with an absolute, infectious authority that left no room for doubt.
"Walk onto that field. Think about what you want to do to those wolves, throw your hands out, and let it happen."
"I promise you, not a single hair on your head will be harmed. You are about to become their savior."
