She had never been so well-behaved in front of the academy's mentors, only to find out now that the dean was an impostor.
"Wind element, whip him!"
She commanded the blue-haired girl.
Ethan hadn't had time to speak when the final subspecies of the Deep Sea Race triggered the blue-haired girl's retaliatory spiral.
For the island, her slap was gentler than before, not disrupting the terrain structures. Ethan only saw several scattered remnants vanish into the moonlit distance.
Franky's brain raced as he pondered, unable to understand what sort of spell "Wind element, whip him" was.
But soon, he had no interest in researching the spell; Franky felt a malicious gaze descend upon him.
"Wait a minute, I'm not the Time Traveler!"
He hastily explained.
He felt that, in a sense, the Time Traveler's summoning ritual had succeeded. They had indeed summoned the "Evil God" here; the only problem was that this didn't seem to be the one they wanted to meet.
