Early morning.
The garden echoed with the sound of birdsong.
Having finished breakfast, Losa was engrossed in reading a book wrapped in faded old parchment.
From his furrowed brow, it was clear that this reading session was not going smoothly.
The fact proved that his original assumption was correct.
Anna had no intention of holding back; this magic book encompassed everything, thoroughly explaining the structure and principles of each flame attribute magic, roughly counting, it included at least twelve spells.
But the problem was, Losa couldn't understand it.
Blood Magic was not the same system as the magic of this world. Even if there were commonalities, someone like Losa, who knew the "what" without knowing the "why," could not figure them out.
Moreover, with those complicated specialized terms, understanding this book thoroughly would clearly require a professional teacher.
At this point.
A cold voice of Prajna came from behind Losa.
