Aimer's Happiness is a Max-level Spell!

Streams of energy poured from the knights' shields, forming into stones.

Before us stood a dozen three-meter-tall stone golems, brimming with magical power.

"They move on strict command," I muttered, tense. "If they're high-level summons, they must have instincts. Aimer, hold onto my shoulder!"

I held out my arm to her.

Magical weapons formed in the golems' hands. The lower-tier ones wielded swords, while the larger ones grabbed massive axes.

"Get a grip, Aimer. Can you use Destruction magic?"

"J-just a little… I've only mastered the basics of Fire."

The golems began stepping toward us. The knights summoned another dozen.

"That's enough. I'll fight them—just back me up with fireballs, got it? Don't come close!"

Aimer flinched at my commanding tone. She had no choice but to step back.

Our ears caught the roar of thunder crying out above the clouds.