Ihan didn’t want to make things worse.
This place was the punishment chamber personally overseen by the Skull Headmaster; staying here could bring nothing but trouble.
He just wanted to be quiet, keep his head down, take Professor Verdus and leave… but Perkuntra was running wild, raging that he would root out whatever spirit was hidden somewhere down here in the depths.
“Perkuntra-sama, calm down. From what I can see, this is the enemy’s stronghold.”
The flow of the water-spirits was on a different level.
When Perkuntra tried to push them back, they struck even harder—clearly the base of those flood-summoning spirits lay somewhere in this area.
When a spirit from another realm lingers long in a place, reality itself bends to fit it.
For Perkuntra, who had to fight with only a restricted projection of his true strength, this was an even more unfavorable environment.
“Don’t fight. Just find the professor and leave.”
Lend me your power!
“No—”
Just this once! If you grant me this favor now, I’ll grant you yours next time!
“…Isn’t it a bit extreme to be willing to die horribly just because the other party didn’t even hear you speak once?”
Ihan realized it was impossible to stop Perkuntra.