Clink.

There was a sound as the locks engaged. The invaders from Austen had surrendered, so Para had brought out some cuffs, shackling them from wrist to elbow. The material looked strange, showing that it wasn’t an ordinary restraint.

“Is this perhaps adamantium?”

“Ri-ght.”

Para confirmed in an eerie voice that the metal, which resembled opaque ice, was just as Theo guessed. It seemed to be something she’d made. “I created it in order to catch a master, but there was no time to use them on the battlefield. So I left them in the warehouse, but they can finally see the light.”

“... Well, I’m glad it’s useful.”

“Right? These things are also part of my role.”

Paragranum might describe it as useless, but it was a ridiculous tool that could even restrain masters. Normally swordmasters could tear apart steel handcuffs with their superhuman physical abilities and aura. So, strong magic handcuffs would be ruined if they continued to inject aura. Even mithril would warp if a sword master used their power properly.

Only pure adamantium...