Why don’t you just kill them all?

"So this is the power of the Tongue?" Austin murmured, a faint, intrigued smile curling the corners of his lips as he remained completely composed.

He leaned back into the velvet armchair, adjusting his cuffs.

"I understand the domain of Sword Experts quite well, but I must admit, I still cannot fully fathom how you Spirit Mages operate." He let out a deep, deliberate sigh, watching her closely.

Lady Alyse remained entirely unfazed by his scrutiny.

She gently caressed the delicate skin of her throat with her gloved fingers—a subtle, instinctive reaction to weaving a spell of such absolute spatial isolation.

Casting a wide-range spiritual barrier had temporarily drained the resonance from her vocal cords, but as her dense mana reserves surged beneath her skin, her vocal fatigue vanished almost instantly.

She maintained a serene, innocent smile as Austin pressed further, testing her boundaries.