Just like a few magicians seen in Huancai City, avoiding the "Magic Net" and purely controlling the Magic Power itself.
There's always just a little something missing.
Whether it's the frequency of particle waves or the stability of the energy flow...
The reasons are endlessly varied.
Yet it always thwarts all my efforts at the moment of impending success.
It feels as if an invisible hand prevents me from making that crucial final step.
Is it the effect of the variation in air humidity, or the continuous ripple of the earth's pulse?
Or possibly, the dice thrown by the gods in the Sea of Ether?
Is it "Him"?
...
Arcane Calendar 714, Xia Dynasty Month, 6th.
Liya said that during this period, I seemed like a different person, no longer mouthing those incomprehensible terms and theories, and rarely mentioning the Royal Magic Academy that I once longed for.
The reasons for this, only I know.
