C289 He Wished He Could Commit Suicide!

The Magistrate produced two brushes, not the kind for writing, but rather for casting spells. These were oversized brushes, the sort you might see used for inscribing plaques.

With a flourish, the Magistrate began to wield his brushes, relentlessly sweeping them toward you. Did you think this was some kind of game? Sorry to disappoint, but that's not the case