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Mortal Combat on the 6th Floor, and the Meaning of Strength – Part 05

Fuck you, Marius.

Any lingering hesitation, regret, or fear had vanished upon reaching the cavern. There was only a burning desire to prove themselves.

“Lord Kinga!”

“Follow me! You can support while casting magic, right?”

“Of course!”

A woman in a sexy outfit—a nun’s habit but markedly different from Sophie’s or Liza’s— with a plunging neckline and thigh-high slits, ran behind Kinga while casting spells.

She wielded a long metal rod resembling a scepter in both hands, each weighing over twenty kilograms. Her magic emitted various lights—red, blue, yellow—all absorbed by herself and Kinga.

Support Magic belonged to the same holy attribute as Healing Magic, but its users were far fewer. Time and mana were limited, and what the faithful mostly demanded from Church personnel was the power of healing.

Support Magic worked great with adventurers or the military, but its effects were limited to a few individuals, making it less popular than Healing Magic as it