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"Animated canines? They are indeed quite useful, though not to my tastes."

Caster's observant eyes saw through the mirror covering her face, carefully judging the condition of the battlefield she and her Master had been thrust in. The Saber and Lancer in the distance were not something she was going to bother herself with, not with Tamamo and others dealing with them too. The zombies seemed to end up merely as dummies for her allies to show off. For the most part, she was more interested in Ravel's performance herself. Her animated beasts had also been enhanced by her own brand of curses, and seeing them taking effect on the zombies entering the radius was quite amusing, despite Caster not exactly being a fan of the method she used, which she find to be quite rough. Even then, she acknowledged that her potential was vast, and Caster was quite glad that Ravel was not an absolute novice. The only thing that remained as her concern was whether Ravel truly had the mindset to follow her teaching.

But, that would be something she'd keep for later. For now, it would be a little bit shameful if she didn't actually show some of what she's capable of. The ring of blue light on her sun-like mirror's back turned red as she performed several gestures with her left hand - the ornament on that hand of hers soon followed to turn red. Not even the strongest magus could bring the dead back to life, and she wasn't able to do it either. However, utilizing her demonic magic, the lingering will of the dead could still be bound into the earth. Her mirror, being a treasure from the land of the dead, acted as the sole catalyst necessary to perform the act. Incantation is no longer necessary. 

She didn't invoke her Noble Phantasm directly, and simply used it as a catalyst to connect herself with the land of the dead. Once she finished her motion, shades of white suddenly appeared on the battlefield. Revealing themselves as wraiths born from the remnants of the dead warriors, they let out a wail and started to spread out to attack the opposing zombies. Each strikes brought decay and rot, and even the undead would be cursed - their body succumbing to atrophy as the wraiths tore them apart.

In the middle of enjoying herself as she continued to raise the dead to do her bidding, someone's appearance broke her concentration momentarily. An older man with impressive facial hair and not-so-trustworthy visage had appeared, and he seemed to be quite the showy person. Yet another Caster with the name of William Shakespeare, his attitude reminded Caster of court bards and playwrights rather than actual magus. It was somewhat irritating - Caster was definitely having a bad compatibility with those type of people. He was seemingly intent of writing something with that quill of his, but a horde of zombies then somehow decided to stand between him and Caster and her allies, yet those seemingly was more intent to attack her group rather than attacking the lone old man. Suspicious.

With her concentration being broken due to the man's sudden appearance, Caster couldn't be bothered to do the whole small rite again to invite the wraiths here again. After making a mental note to interrogate the man once she was done, she recited a short purification incantation to change the light of her ornaments into blue again, cleansing her of the demonic magic. Another short incantation, and six golden disks made of light appeared around her. Channeling bits of the power from the Sun Goddess into the disks with a short prayer, she set them off towards the zombies. Pillars of solar fire emerged from each disks, incinerating the zombies one by one as those disks traveled around them as Caster ordered them to. Using two contradicting brand of magic in such a short time took a bit of a toll on Caster, and her breathing started to be somewhat ragged. Her wraiths slowly dissipated in the distance, as the mirror stopped its function as their catalyst. Getting close to Ravel again, Caster finally decided to comment on her Master's usage of curses.

"Is this the form of western curses? In that case keep doing what you do. I don't necessarily like your method, but with curses, no matter how much you dislike a method, or how you find the method deplorable, if it works, then it's worth pursuing. By pursuing the art of curses in the first place, you should have thrown away any hesitation and reservation."
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