A: Magic Forest
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Aliga's eyes closed. His breath hunts and his sweat pours. He should be able to burn the rope that splashed his hands without producing smoke and a burning smell. The only way that no smoke and bad smell is produced is to quickly channel as much heat as possible.
Aliga, who is currently still awarded the title as a junior mage has not been able to control his magic power as well as the senior mages. He had even burned down the academy's flower garden for not being able to manage his strength.
It will turn out to be dangerous at times like this. If it were wrong just a little, not only would the rope turn into ashes, but his other comrades as well.
Therefore, Aliga tried desperately to control her natural magic power. After feeling quite ready, he began chanting spells and started transferring heat to the rope.
Eve suddenly turned sultry. It is fairly natural for a magic class Aliga that could directly burn its user if not careful.
Aliga closed her eyes. Sharp strokes were clearly imprinted on his forehead. His teeth were grinding so hard that it made Cia who was next to him cringe.
Minutes later, unnoticed by any of the witches who were there, the rope that was holding them back had now melted to ashes. There is no smoke or smell of burning during the process.
Aliga.
The man breathed a sigh of relief. He has succeeded in carrying out his duties as best he can. He turned his head towards Miss Peony while smiling proudly. He was happy because he could control his strength this time.
Whether the man was aware of it or not, Miss Peony's previous remark had a considerable impact on his strength. His emotions stabilized and made the flow of magic in his blood circulation flow in order. If not for Miss Peony, she would have already lost control while unleashing her magic power.
This time it was Cia's turn to act. After several times getting a shower of spirit from Lila, he felt that he was ready to cast his flagship spell.
"Soundera bliss" he said slowly after feeling that his energy had been replenished.
Slowly but surely, the green creatures in the field began to feel an oddity in their sense of hearing. Their ears begin to ring and make them stop each other from doing the activities they are doing.
The music of the festival turned quiet. The claps of hands one by one were not heard anymore. The dance of the goblins is now replaced with a still position.
The creatures looked at each other. They feel strange because suddenly their eardrums are like being shaved from the inside. Some goblins were staring suspiciously at the music player section.
Lila, Aliga, and Miss Peony were stunned after seeing the change in attitude that the goblins had experienced. In the blink of an eye, his once noisy atmosphere suddenly turned silent and desolate.
The goblin elder was not affected by the effects of Cia's magic power. But, he certainly felt strange and confused when he saw the attitude of his current people. One thing he does not know, his captives have now managed to escape and are carrying out their revenge plan.
Before long, the hum turned into noise. The ears of the goblins began to feel uneasy and the creatures began to slap their earlobes in turn.
They waited for time before their ears exploded.
"Good job, Cia."
