"Isabella, aren't you going to say something to me?"
The clear sky was filled with ghostly clouds. Two suns were shining down on the land. Spring winds, icy winds, and typhoons were blowing in the north, south, east, and west respectively. The weather in the Land of Dreams was as strange as ever.
Today, Rorschach didn't report to the laboratory. He was sitting in his office leisurely, enjoying the coffee he had just harvested and chatting with his girlfriend.
However, he didn't get a response to his question. Isabella didn't even lift her head from the sofa … Hunting materials were more important. She would die if she put down the handheld device.
Rorschach waited for a long time, but he didn't get a response. When Isabella finally put down the handheld device for the third time, he heard a grumble.
"How ungentlemanly, asking about a lady's past."
"… Fine, I won't ask anymore. But I guessed it from your interaction with Maria. I just want to ask about your current situation. Is your magic power still declining?"
In a way, Rorschach's question was rather rude.
Just like how the human body would only grow taller under normal circumstances, most creatures who could use elemental power would use magic power as nutrients in their blood vessels. Under normal circumstances, their magic power would only improve.
Meanwhile, spellcasters who were humanoid creatures learned magic to increase their magic power. In theory, there was only one possibility for magic power to decline — death from old age.
In the world of mages, Rorschach's question was like asking a mage, "Are you so old that you're about to die?" Naturally, it was extremely rude.
Even Isabella, who knew that Rorschach was always like this, was annoyed. She raised her eyebrows and glared at him, but in the end, she could only admit defeat under his pure gaze.
"You're trying to piss me off, aren't you? Heh, I can't hide it anyway. Actually, I didn't intend to hide it. It's just that who would talk about their past for no reason …"
Of course, Isabella wasn't about to die … In fact, she was already dead. In fact, she had died a long time ago.
Blood Breeds were a special type of undead creatures. Naturally, they weren't considered alive. But unless they were tired of living and chose to commit suicide, they didn't have to worry about their lifespans.
Then, if Isabella's magic had really declined, there was only one possibility.
"Mana overdraft? Also, drinking potions to forcefully catalyze one's magic power, resulting in a permanent regression in one's strength? Did you regress? "
Rorschach was merciless. He laid everything out on the table.
However, Isabella also knew that since Rorschach had already asked, there was no point in hiding it. She could only nod, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
In fact, this was an ordinary story. It was a common story that Isabella did not need to say, but Rorschach could already imagine.
Although the Aerial Battle Witches were different from mages, they were still a branch of mages. How could they possibly reject even stronger magic power? Not only that, magic power could also be used to recharge the Aerial Battle Magic Armor and increase the power of the magic armor's weapons. When necessary, magic power could even create a shield and provide protection.
However, compared to ordinary mages who pursued instant explosive power, the Aerial Battle Witches placed more importance on the continuous supply of magic power. Magic power recovery ability and durability were both common. These represented the magic armor's continuous combat time and the energy supply to maintain difficult maneuvers.
In order to break free from the restrictions of gravity and allow steel creations to fly, a large amount of energy was required. The Aerial Battle Magic Armor had always been a huge energy consumer. Even a magic armor equipped with Aerial Battle Magic Armor would not be able to carry any other large-scale equipment.
Once the magic armor's energy reserves were drained, the mage's magic power would also be drained. No matter how advanced the Aerial Battle Magic Armor was, it would still be nothing more than a clumsy piece of metal.
That was why, although the Aerial Battle Magic Armor had astonishing combat power, it was also the most expensive type of magic armor (cheaper than mages' magic armor). Moreover, its combat time was relatively short.
Obviously, Isabella had drained her magic power in a battle. Then, she had consumed a Rejuvenation Potion to forcefully extract her magic power. In the end, it had caused serious side effects.
This also explained why Isabella's attitude towards life was rather subtle despite her astonishing power.
A combat ace had retired due to injuries and was forced to leave the world that belonged to her. A mage could only watch as her magic power continued to decline. No matter how hard she tried, she was unable to stop the regression of her power. Naturally, she had nothing to pursue.
Then, as a retired soldier and the core ace of an ace squadron, she was sent to be a security guard for two little brats … Was this a re-employment or a retirement job? Could this be the legendary Ace Soldier's plan?
Well, it wasn't her fault. Rorschach was starting to understand her lifestyle. She was just like a faithless who had fallen from grace after her faith collapsed. She was more like a laid-off worker who had been chased out of the house. Doing nothing and indulging in entertainment was already the best choice. At the very least, she didn't take revenge on society.
Her long life was destined to only see her own regression. Her past pursuits and life became a joke. This was also fate's way of mocking herself helplessly. Indulging in games and otaku stuff was probably the best way to numb herself.
"Isabella, you're doing this because … Forget it, pretend I didn't say anything."
Rorschach instantly denied his own judgment. He wanted to ask more about the situation but Isabella had already started a new round of monster hunting. She was probably completely engrossed in it … At least from the current situation, Isabella who was humming a little tune probably didn't care at all.
"Forget it, forget it. Pretend I didn't say anything. Anyway, to you, the chance to heal your old injuries isn't as important as playing the game."
The next moment, a pair of blood-red eyes appeared in front of Rorschach. Her beautiful face was right in front of him. This was the first time that Rorschach saw Isabella being so serious.
"… Can it really be healed?"
However, before Rorschach could answer, an untimely cough came from the door.
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