Flying Farty
The giant sphere hovered in the middle of the town, motionless. Lucien had never seen anything like it before. He stood up, squinting his eyes to get a better look.
If the mana color was white, the aura that came out of the caster was based on the element of the spell they cast.
Like Amane, who infused her sword with lightning, making her aura purple. The owner of this skill was easy to identify.
"It must be fire element... Brigantiea," he murmured.
He sighed. "Well, it means she's serious. I hope she doesn't regret this."
Lucien had been contemplating how to respond when he met Brigantiea again. One thing was for sure, he couldn't pretend he didn't know her past.
He was good at lying, but he had learned from past experiences that lying and hiding the truth only made situations worse.
Ruffling his hair, he squatted down. "Man, this is hard. Oh well, let's just... be as normal as possible."