In the tranquil small town.
Gentle sunlight evenly sprinkled on every inch of land.
Covering the town with a dreamy veil.
However, at this moment, the typically calm town was stirred into a chaotic commotion with Ian's arrival, as a sudden disorder broke the peace.
As for the cause of the incident.
Of course, it was Pandro's accidental attack, which caught Morgan off guard, and the little wizard Ian was inadvertently caught in the crossfire due to the wrath of the bad woman.
"Hide? You're still hiding from me?"
Ian initially dashed around the town recklessly, searching furiously yet failing to find Pandro, but he was convinced that Pandro was hiding somewhere.
Thus.
He chose to use magic.
"Rise, all of you!"
This was actually the Wingardium Leviosa spell, but because Ian was no longer bound by incantations for such basic magic, he could chant whatever he wanted.
From the outcome,
this could actually be considered a super version of the floating charm, so giving it another magical name wasn't impossible. Just like the Fire God's Path, which is essentially an advanced operation of flame magic.
Ian's magic wand traced a dazzling golden light, and all the buildings in the town—bakery, blacksmith shop, residences, and even public restrooms—all trembled and lifted off the ground.
Suspending thirty feet high in the air.
They rose crookedly to the clouds as if lifted by invisible hands. A few flowerpots fell from balconies, shattering into ceramic shards midair.
Magic glows seeped through the brick seams of these buildings, refracting into dreamy colors in the sunset; those unaware might have thought they were seeing Sky City.
In reality,
this was just the furious young wizard moving obstacles out of the way to find the culprit more conveniently. And indeed, once the obstacles lifted, the hiding Pandro was immediately exposed.
He was originally hiding in a barn.
Accompanying the barn's ascent, his conspicuous figure became impossible to hide. Faced with the aggressive Ian rushing over, Pandro chose escape over confrontation.
"It's all a misunderstanding! Really! Ask Ariana if you don't believe me!" Pandro, with his golden hair covered in straw, fled in panic, lacking the dignity of a king.
"Don't run! You bastard!"
Without further ado, Ian lifted his leg and chased after Pandro.
Only to see Ian draw out a wolf fang club with barbs, its spikes glinting sharply, as if foretelling the coming "punishment."
It dragged on the cobblestone road, sparking as it went.
"Huh?"
One glance back, and Pandro was scared out of his wits.
"Truly! Quick! Ariana! Come help testify for me! It's all a misunderstanding; in our Patronus form, we see everyone in black and white!"
"I can't distinguish, can't tell them apart! It's a face blindness situation!" Pandro almost morphed into Liu Jingdong, bending backward nimbly to avoid the wolf fang club skimming past his nose.
Sweat constantly dotted his forehead.
Pandro seized the opportunity to roll, and roll again, performing dozens of rapid rolls to distance himself from Ian, unsure if he felt he wasn't running fast enough.
Or perhaps he thought he had "invincibility frames" while rolling. Regardless, even with his gear at his waist, Pandro showed no intent to draw it.
Maybe this ancient king of Britain also knew he was in the wrong?
"Can't distinguish, my foot!"
Ian directly flung the wolf fang club, hitting Pandro's buttocks as he stood up, prompting him to sprint dozens of meters with a yelp.
"Patronus sees people in black and white?"
"Can't tell apart?"
"Then why didn't you strike at me!"
With a flick, Ian's wolf fang club, lodged in Pandro's buttocks, whizzed back into his hand—an alchemy creation modeled after the Thunder God's ax from Marvel movies.
Useful.
Very useful.
Pandro's buttocks now showcased dozens of little holes. If souls had blood, his body would surely turn into a sprinkler with one hit from this wolf fang club.
"Ouch!"
Pandro sucked in a cold breath from the pain and hastily continued his escape. Quick and nimble, he leapt several meters, advancing upward along the stones and tree trunks floating in the sky.
As if intending to re-enter the town suspended in the sky to evade Ian.
Still somewhat upset, Ian immediately took off, unwilling to give Pandro a moment's respite, with wolf fang clubs appearing in both hands.
He ran.
He chased.
As King Arthur, Pandro indeed seemed utterly trapped.
"King Arthur, huh? You think you're King Arthur, huh!" Ian shouted as he chased, perhaps harboring pent-up frustration for Pandro's long deception.
The little wizard had been kept in the dark for many years.
Could one not harbor grievances?
The overlap of old and new grievances needed venting, and for Ian, right or wrong didn't matter anymore—he had to vent his anger. The wolf fang club in his hand swung through the air, whipping up gusts, seemingly ready to smash heavily onto the fleeing Pandro at any moment.