Divine Luck: SSS-Rank Battle Maid Harem

The Great Ugor's body and power made it next to impossible for Mandra to see through him with her current strength. Her eyes were good. They were better than Zach's, thanks to all the time she had spent with them. That was why she knew that if she tried to use more of their strength to pry into the Great Ugor's secrets forcibly, it would put a strain on both her and Zach.

She wouldn't mind straining herself, but she didn't know how much she could push Zach's petrification. He was more durable than before, but he wasn't indestructible. She would have to offset the strain by reducing the magical energy she was using.

Weakness in exchange for insight. But the insight she would gain would be useless without her current strength.

Mandra exhaled and focused.

The Great Ugor reached for her head with a hand like an iron claw. Her lightning restraints had barely slowed him down.

A concentrated concentration of wind appeared beneath the Great Ugor and pushed him upward. His long hair fluttered in the wind as he sailed over Mandra.
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The wind was cut as soon as Mandra was temporarily safe from the Great Ugor's attack. Her presence instantly weakened as the magical energy swirling around her body was reduced to a third.

For an instant, her eyes turned razor-sharp. She looked at the Great Ugor, who had already turned around. It was enough to see through him.

Mandra saw the muscles wrapped around his skeleton like bundles of steel wire. She saw his skeleton which was like diamond. She saw his blood being pumped around by his slowly beating heart. She saw the black gem in his eye socket and its roots stretching into his body like those of a water lily.

The nerves connecting his brain to the rest of his body jolted and surged with electric impulses.

Instantly, Mandra's intrusive view of the Great Ugor disappeared and her magic flared back up again as she thwarted the Great Ugor's attack by raising a stone block beneath his foot the moment he pushed off the ground. The stone compounded the Great Ugor's strength and he overshot his target.

Mandra, floating in the middle of the throne room, was safe from another attack. As soon as she was out of range, she switched again, replacing her magic with her sight that saw the truth of the world.

She could see the chemicals forming in the Great Ugor's brain, but even if she couldn't, she could tell that the Great Ugor was irritated.

Mandra, who was clearly weaker than him, was evading his attacks repeatedly. It did not sit well with him. He hadn't thrown everything aside to acquire this strength only for it to be useless against someone who couldn't even scratch him.

He hadn't sacrificed everything he and everyone he came across had for a firefly to make a mockery of him.

He was far from his goals, but he had gotten closer to a level of strength that would make him invincible. He didn't understand why Mandra wasn't already torn apart by him.

Mandra's eyes glimmered for a second before her magic surged again and she intercepted the Great Ugor by propelling a pillar of earth straight into his face the moment before he tried to jump at her.

The Great Ugor's lack of understanding why he was losing was the exact reason why he was losing.

He didn't understand what was going on. He didn't know how to deal with something he didn't understand.

He might be strong. He might be relatively smart. He might be careful, devious, scheming, and a bastard. And he might have monitored the Underworld and the underworlders as they trained and fought each other and the surface over the past centuries, but he had barely done anything himself since his attempted rebellion.

Almost nine hundred years ago—almost a millennium ago. That was the last time the Great Ugor fought personally. He was rusty and inexperienced.

To begin with, if he had been as good at fighting as he was greedy and ambitious, he wouldn't have needed to flee to the Underworld and usurp the Daughter. He would have succeeded in his rebellion or died in battle.

Mandra, on the other hand, was smart, experienced, and a talent the Great Ugor just couldn't compare to.

An Archon was the peak of magic. Becoming one was no simple matter. It was something not even one in a million mages could do. But it didn't require knowing how to fight. It only required magic, and magic could be used for a million different things, none of them combat.

But that would be a perfect world—a world without self-interest, greed, judgment, and strife.

For a mage to become an Archon naturally, they must be alive. And to stay alive in a world—any world—with other humans, knowing how to take care of oneself is a must. There are also monsters and other beings who might not like humans to be wary of.

Mandra isn't the type to look for fights. She isn't interested in meaningless violence or bullying the weak. The only thing she cares about is magic.

When people cause her trouble or come looking for it with her, it is natural to assume they are trying to disrupt her magic studies. How could she possibly let that go unpunished?

Mandra's life, despite her pacifist nature, has been fraught with combat. Even if her raw magical energy output was not enough to scratch the Great Ugor right now, she could still play him for the fool, at least until he adapted to a strength he still wasn't used to.

After all, Mandra hadn't become a maid when she became Zach's familiar. She was a Battle Maid.

Combat was a part of her everyday life.

By alternating her Eyes of Truth with her magical energy, she danced with the Great Ugor, leading him around the sixth layer and letting Alzara try and tend to herself before saving the Daughter.