Amelia Edemsworth wasn't the only person bothered about the event that was only supposed to happen in the middle of the second semester.
"...hmm…"
Rotsard Vallhall, sitting on the edge of his bed, was already exploring his options, furrowing his brows while looking at his own right arm hovering in midair in front of him, attached by the shoulder to a bluish-white circle of light with a light-blue rim.
The exact same circle was sticking to Rotsard's body right where his right shoulder should be.
Despite the rather spooky visual, without a context at least, the bleached-blond-haired boy was completely calm, merely furrowing his brows and unintentionally letting out grumpy noises as he was deep in thought.
"..."
As he leaned to the left, his right shoulder reappeared attached to his body as his arm was being pulled back through the two seemingly separate circles of light.
But that wasn't it…
He already knew how that spell worked.
What he wanted was to find another way to use it.
The looming duel with Henry's older sister, Mary Treedor… although it wasn't yet a thing, once it would happen, it would be attended by some of the strongest mages in the entire kingdom.
If Rotsard used Dance of the Frozen Lake to fool them and secretly save Mary, his attempt would be discovered immediately.
No, what he needed was something better than just illusion.
The witnesses MUST see something indistinguishable from a mortal wound for the trick to work.
The thing was, Rotsard had to figure out what the trick would be.
Noble blood wasn't something to be spilled easily.
Only traitors deserved death, people like Mary, and even her younger brother Henry, deserved so much better…
Especially Mary.
Although Rotsard didn't knew her personally, and even in the deofol's story Mary wasn't mentioned anywhere besides of how the character of Rotsard killed her during their duel, someone who puts their life on the line to take revenge for their brethren was certainly worthy of respect in Rotsard's eyes.
That's how a noble should act.
Have the honor to face the offender direclty and in the open with no assassination plots or backhanded tactics.
…someone personifying that trait should not die in vain. Even as a background character, they deserved to live their life in full…
"..."
Rotsard frowned and attempted to make the circles of light move, but it appeared as if once their coordinates settled, it was impossible to change their position.
The bleached-blond-haired youth tried to move around his own body instead, and a few times it appeared as if the circle budged, only for the thing that actually moved was Rotsard's arm being pulled in or out.
"You little…! Come on!"
Rotsard scoffed in annoyance and ended up reaching his left hand towards the circle, but somehow, when he tried to grab it from the outside, his hand simply moved through it without any resistance.
"...huh… So that's how you're going to play…?"
Rotsard frowned and scoffed at his spell.
If the starting point wasn't going to move, it only meant that the other one had to!
With that in mind, Rotsard put his left hand through the circle, and as it emerged from the other circle in front of him, he tried to grab its rim…
"~!"
And actually succeeded!
With a triumphant smile, Rotsar strengthened his grip and even used his right shoulder to push his left hand.
At first, nothing seemed to happen, but then, the circles seemed to budge more than ever before, which encouraged Rotsard to push even harder, as he could clearly see the other circle of light floating in the direction of his choice.
"It can be done~!"
Rotsard's smile turned into a grin as he cheered out to himself through his clenched teeth.
And then…
*whom*
*thump* *thump*
Out of nowhere, both magic circles flickered and dissipated with a low humm, and the next moment, Rotsard's right arm and left hand hit the floor.
…separated from the rest of his body…