The Great Sage Who Did not Remain in Legend - 15.2

Saint Sophia scolded Mergin while healing Maverick, who had a nosebleed, with healing magic.

They continued practicing casting buffs, but Maverick and the others, unable to control their bodies with their suddenly enhanced physical abilities, ended up battered.

– Inside Rikka’s Diner –

“Alright, Captain, I’m going to cast it now, but move slowly at first.”

Mergin cast a buff that increased physical abilities by about 10%.

“I cast it,” Mergin said, and the captain swung his arms around.

“Oh, my body feels light. It feels like I’m at my best without any fatigue. But I think I’ll get used to this quickly.”

“If I cast it stronger, it’s different.”

“How strong can you make it?”

“I can cast it up to ten times stronger now, but that increases the recipient’s energy consumption, so they quickly run out of stamina. Realistically, twice as strong is ideal.”

“Then make it twice as strong.”

“Okay, but move slowly when you do.”

Mergin strengthened the buff after giving the warning.

“Whoa, I feel power surging through my body! Hah!”

“Oh…”

Even though I told him to move slowly, the captain dashed forward with a punch.

Whoosh! Bam!

Crash!

The captain, with unexpected dash power, knocked over tables inside the shop and flipped over, taking chairs with him as his punch missed.

“That’s why I told you to move slowly!”

“Oh, ouch. I see, this is what happens. And with the buff, it seems like the pain is lessened too.”

The captain seemed delighted to move as lightly as if he had grown wings.

“Oh no, the place is a mess again after we just cleaned up. And now this table’s legs are broken, so it’s unusable.”

“Oh no, this is bad.”

The captain paled as he looked at the broken table.

“Did you guys mess up again?”

Hearing the loud noise, the proprietress barged in and punched the captain without a word.

“M-Mergin, buff me…”

“Shut up!”

Mergin watched as the captain was continually beaten without casting a buff.

“Were you guys up to this?”

Hearing the situation, the proprietress poured herself a drink.

“Millie, if we had Mergin, we could make a strong comeback.”

Thud!

“You decided to retire and run this shop for your daughter’s sake.”

“It was just a joke.”

The proprietress often hit hard, but the captain seemed to have high endurance.

“Anyway, Mergin. Changing the topic.”

The proprietress turned to Mergin with a serious face.

“What?”

“What do you think of Rikka?”

“Rikka? I think she’s cute, but more like a little sister or a relative.”