This is horrifying to watch. Mizuki's fear, confusion, and frustration is palpable. No one else is saying anything, and Yuuta can only hope it's out of stronger self-preservation instincts than he has, because the idea of anyone watching this and not being bothered is...

His feet move, and he dashes in between Yukimura and Mizuki, standing in front of St. Rudolph's chief advisor with his arms spread protectively. It's purely symbolic. Of course it's meaningless in the face of magic, but enough is enough.

"Yukimura-sama...!" He urges, his voice torn between conviction and desperation. A breath while his brain catches up to what his body just did (shit what did he just do?), and he sinks down into a kneel, bowing his head and channeling all of his righteous anger into focus. Into determination.

"Please, no more. If you're in need of more strength, you're welcome to mine. I have more than enough."