"You can help me?" Merlin was stunned. "How?"
Lyserra smiled. "It's simple—I want you to give me all your mana. That way, I can use my true form for a while. Even if that man is as strong as your master, I can still suppress him."
Merlin took a deep breath. He knew Lyserra was powerful, but suppressing someone as strong as Linda? That seemed impossible.
After all, Linda was one of the strongest on the continent. Even the elders at Saint Freya Academy didn't dare challenge her.
Still, his hesitation didn't last long. Lyserra was a proud dragon. If she said she could do it, then it had to be true.
"Alright, I understand. But..."
He hesitated, glancing at the three monsters ready to strike. "If I give up all my mana, I won't be able to move, right?"
When mana is depleted, the body suffers from dryness—a critical moment when mages wouldn't dare go outside unless protected by people they trust.
