"Yeah, that's right."
"That was Tier Three Magic, wasn't it? Has your Casting Ability improved?" Colin asked.
"That's just how it is for Warlocks," Ale explained. "Our Magic Power comes from our bloodline. The more dire the situation, the faster our blood pumps, making it easier to tap into our potential."
"I see." Colin nodded.
'From the sound of it, being a Warlock seems pretty convenient.'
"Speaking of which, what did those guys do to you?" Colin asked. "It's a surprise they didn't make sure you were... you know, finished."
"Mhm." Ale lowered her head. "Maybe they weren't very professional."
"Then we really lucked out. If you hadn't shown up at the end, who knows what kind of Magic that Cambion would've used."
Colin said with a smile, "Getting a boost to your Casting Ability right in the middle of a fight, surviving an enemy ambush, then making an appearance at the most critical moment... When you put it all together, it makes you sound like the protagonist of some novel."
