.Ku.ah..

Misa leaks a pained sigh.

Fumu. As expected, the wavelengths from your rumours and legends dont match.

Different forces are mixing into Sheilas origin and making her worse.

..Wha.what should I do..?

Dont be impatient. Concentrate on your magic or you cant save her.

While watching Sheilas symptoms I start altering <Lilias> magic formula bit by bit.

It starts to convert the power produced by the rumours and legends into Sheilas wavelength.

Since I have virtually no knowledge about spirits my only choice is to go by the round robin method.

I focused my demon eyes into abyss so as not to miss even the tiniest of variations.

One minute passes.

The body of Sheila is even more thinner and transparent than when we started. She cant speak anymore.

Three more minutes pass.

Sheila is about to disappear.

.God.

Misa joins her hands and starts praying.

If you are going to pray then pray to me. Those fellows have never given the miracles that people wanted.

At that time the transparency of Sheilas body that was getting worse had stopped.

Fumu. Somewhere around here? Ive finally found it.

I zero in on that wavelength and start fine-tuning it.

Ah.

Misas voice leaks out.

Ever so slightly Sheilas body begins to regain colour.

.As expected. When you came you didnt even know what the illness was let alone how to cure it.

Misas spilt words like she couldnt believe what was happening in front of her eyes.

Dont relax. If you arent careful it will be over in an instant.

I very carefully rearrange the formula of <Lilia>.

Bit by bit the body of Sheila gradually recovers, however, Misa had a pained expression.

Her origin continues to be depleted of spirit magic.

Are you okay?

..Yes. Dont worry about meI can still go on..

Misa smiles.

I can clearly see shes overdoing it but we cannot guarantee the stabilisation of Sheila if we stop now.

A number of minutes pass and it finally feels like its starting to settle down.

Its still a bit of a tightrope walk but its only a matter of time now. I honestly dont know what would happen if I mess up the magic even a little bit here.

At that moment I noticed something and turned my consciousness to another place.

..Whats wrong?

My mother is being followed.

Eh.?

It seems like its on the road back to my home. This part of the route home is still busy with people but just after this, it will go much quieter.

It would be fine if she was only being followed but this seems different.

The magical power of the mazoku following my mother is strangely excited. Its most likely motivation.

Whats their aim? My sword or my mother?

If they are intending to take my mother hostage their hostility is very low.

Lets go help.

Of course but lets wait a few minutes. I need to keep my eyes on Sheila.

There are a number of fan union girls near my mother but the magical power of the mazoku following them is much stronger.

Even though theres a number of them they wont even be classed as opponents.

Im familiar with the wavelength of this proud but disturbed magical power.

Yeah, theres no doubt..

Emilia.

Eh?

Yare yare. What are you doing?

Using my distance sight I stare at the place where my mother is.