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offensive magic, emitted a noisy alarm. A siren blared, urging those at the shopping mall to evacuate.
    A Beast Vassal. Yes, the monster that the man had summoned was a familiar called a Beast Vassal.
    The existence of Beast Vassals was the very reason Attack Mages feared vampires.
    There were numerous demon races that matched vampires in brute strength, agility, and innate special powers. In spite of that, why were vampires alone feared as the Lords of Demonkind…?
    The answer was Beast Vassals.
    Beast Vassals came with a variety of forms and abilities. However, even the least powerful among them surpassed the combat strength of an attack helicopter or a state-of-the-art main battle tank. It was said that the Beast Vassals employed by the “Elders” were capable of blowing away entire villages.
    Naturally, the Beast Vassal of the young man was not quite that capable. However, no doubt the incandescent ghost horse could do enough damage merely running around to take out an entire shopping mall.
    He’d turned and set loose a dangerous summoned beast like that against a single girl.
    Surely the man who was its lord had never turned a Beast Vassal on a human in the flesh outside of a laboratory setting. His expression was gripped by fear, the strain of magical feedback apparently heavy.
    The Beast Vassal he’d let off the leash was in a quasi-berserk state, mowing down trees along the street and melting down metal streetlights. It was literally a mass of destructive energy with a mind of its own. Surely a single graze would turn a human being’s body to ash in an instant.
    In spite of that, the girl’s face showed no sign of fear whatsoever.
    “Snowdrift Wolf—!”
    The girl drew something out of the guitar case still on her back.
    It was no musical instrument, but a silver spear with an icy sparkle.
    In an instant, the spear’s shaft slid longer, and at the same time, the main blade stored within thrust out as a spear tip. Side blades extended to the left and right of the main blade like the wings of a variable-geometry fighter plane. Its appearance was that of a weapon refined for modern times.
    But there was no doubt this was a primeval thrusting weapon. He didn’t think it could oppose the Beast Vassal scattering tremendous flames all about. Indeed, he had his doubts a girl of such small size couldeven swing the thing around. However, the girl’s alert eyes glared coldly at the Beast Vassal as it pressed near.
    Whew.
A quiet exhale escaped the girl’s lips.
    The girl easily controlled the beautiful spear’s nearly two-meter length, thrusting it toward the flaming ghost horse running amok. However, the ghost horse did not halt its charge.
    A vampire’s Beast Vassal was a sentient mass of magical power so ultradense as to take physical form. In other words, it was magic itself. Once released, there was no way to stop a Beast Vassal except by smashing it with an even more powerful magical force.
    For the girl to attack it would be like turning a single spear against an overflow of lava.
    The man laughed because he knew as much. It was not a laugh confident of victory. It was a straightforward laugh of relief. He was simply afraid of her. Afraid of the unknown Attack Mage girl who’d blown away his pal with a single blow—
    But, in a single instant, the man’s laugh of relief was drenched in fear.
    “Wha…?!”
    For he saw his Beast Vassal had stopped, impaled by the silver spear.
    The girl had wordlessly thrust her spear in a flash. The ghost horse’s giant body warped, ripped apart, and vanished without a trace.
    It had been as quick as snuffing out the flame of a candle. The form of the Beast Vassal had completely vanished. All that remained was the scorched asphalt.
    “N…no way! Wiping out my Beast Vassal in one shot?!”
    The man gave a much-delayed shudder at the loss of his familiar. However, the girl’s expression remained a grimace.
    She glared at the man with anger-filled eyes, poised her spear,