​"Everything that I am is a gift as well as a curse."

Rumors about an infamous Mage-sprout - Azalea "The Bewitched"- had been circling around the Hunter's Council. Such rumors tend to attract the attention of various organizations. It's easy to tell with the uncanny similarities the men enquiring often possess. These malicious gossips had produced troublesome situations for Azalea's demon hunting job. Most hunters are afraid to team-up with her and some people are reluctant to make a hunting request with her involved.

During her solo hunt in Dimatagpuan Region, four students from the renowned school, AB Academy, appeared before her with an odd offer. This academy's Headmaster had grown a sudden interest in her skills as a Mage and he wants her to enroll as one of his scholars. It is the most unexpected offer which might as well bring the greatest change in her current lifestyle. Is she prepared to leave behind her normal daily life of hunting and fighting, to turn it around into an unusual daily life of socializing and schooling? How will she respond to her new environment as she learns more about who she really is?

Defiant

The extreme heat of the lava is enough to melt the inner circuits of the metaghost making it dysfunctional. It takes at least a second for the metaghosts' trandium to react and negate the effects of Zacharius' ability and that is enough time for him to immobilize those machines. 


“No wonder it kinda felt hot here.” Emil clicks his tongue. “How’s Wrie, by the way?” He recalls that Wrie did not flinch a bit when he shouted his warnings. 


Both Zacharius and Emil turn because both of them wants to confirm the yashou’s condition. Their eyes widen and jaws almost dropped looking at her. Wrie is standing only a step away from the same spot that she stands on when the bullets rained at them. It is not all that surprising if that is all, yet one clink after another, she starts to drop bullets from her hands. On the ground, without going over the line of where she stands are piles of bullets stranded as if those were simply laid flat there. 


Counter 17: Crimson Flood III