OMAKE#11

Who summons a full-on elemental just to have it serve as an oversized distraction?

The Mayor of Aste, that's who.

Several days after my tussle with the man, I'm still pained over the fact that I lost, and my grieving process involves replaying the last minutes of unconsciousness.

My hapless surrender to his cold hand squeezing my neck, threatening to snap it with a single, tighten grasp. From a distance he wouldn't seem like the type with large hands but he is.

His breath behind my ears, blowing on my neck and his heart pounding against my back just begging to be stopped by some means. Unfortunately for me, I had none.

His spellcasting was much faster than mine, something I'm more than a bit ashamed to admit. For an elf of my age, a human of his shouldn't be capable of pulling such a fast one on me, yet here I am.

I let out a dejected sigh and ring back the next string of depressing thoughts when I hear a familiar voice spit out