The Summon
"Ignis. Glacies." The king conjured, mixing elemental magic. "Naturalis malum."
A mix of type one magic, fire, and the branch of aquatic magic—ice. He mixed them together, forming a magic akin to a natural disaster.
The magic then flowed into his sword.
He ought to end this sooner before the snake would cause more problem in the town.
The king then calmly sauntered towards the snake, and then even with a considerable distance, he swung his sword mid-air; a slash formed with the color of purple then dashed towards the snake—and without any minute later, the large snake's body was cut into half, with is head falling back to the lake. The ground shook as the lake water splashed from the fall of the large creature.
The king then turned to Faustina.
And that's when he noticed it.
Her impossibly pale face, with expression agonized in pain. Her lips had no color, and she had dark circles under her eyes. The king blinked.
"Faustina!"