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The girl and the Spell-link were talking to him. He frowned in annoyance but quickly shook his head and instead put a grin on his face.

“Well, Ossan!” He shouted at the Spell-link. “Never knew you’re a chatter box. But I don’t give a shit whether you want to stand there all day or not. And you.” He pointed at the girl. “Stop with all of the Q&A session. Didn’t you realize among all of the Spell-links and Mages around he’s the most critical one? He has internal bleeding because of his broken rib. A little late and this Satosha guy can say goodbye to the living world.”

He took out his cell-phone and dialing the ambulance. “Beside, my magic has limit. I can’t heal everyone in sight.” He mumbled quietly.

Indeed, the amount of magic he could perform was limited because of his half–contract state with Sirsi. If only he was a little braver and asked Sirsi to be his full fledge Spell-link. He shook his head, no time for grieving that now. To cope up with it he always carried a high compressed magic in the form of his hair pins but he never wore more than four of it. Carried it too much would damage the flow of magic inside human body.

The phone was connected and he talked to them, explaining the condition plus the state of the school, yelled at them for hurrying up and brought the damn ambulances. Several time expletive words came out from his mouth before he closed the phone. He sighed and observed the wrecked state. Fool Mages and their stupid battle, and he thought the evolution supposed to clean any stupid genes. Guess they missed out a few.