Elder Bartholomew retreated step by step.
Jones and Adelle were still wildly pursuing him, so he could only defend while retreating.
...
"I swung my sword at Elder Bartholomew, and he gathered Magic Power into his palm to form a Longsword to block. I used all my strength, the most I had ever used in my life, for that swing. I thought my hand would hurt. But it didn't. Because I gripped the sword with all my strength too, so my hand didn't hurt, and instead, I felt a special sense of fulfillment. My whole body just trembled, a heavy tremble." Adelle became more excited as he spoke, "At that moment, in my eyes, the whole world only had me, Jones, and Elder Bartholomew. We charged at him repeatedly, and he would counterattack, which hurt. But... it was exhilarating. Never had I felt so free. Hahaha."
Morca frowned at Adelle, then smiled, "And then?"
"We kept chasing him."
"And then what?"
