Crack—
Ronald was trying to maintain the magic power within the original scriptures.
But not long had passed when the sound of an object landing on the balcony, and it seemed to have hit his flowerpot.
…
Could trouble really find its way to him even when he was peacefully doing research at home?
Hearing this noise,
Ronald's face bore a somewhat helpless expression.
At that moment, in order to study the casting techniques mentioned by the Grand Witch, he was already holding the original scriptures in his hand.
With a simple wave of his hand, the swirling black mist at his fingertips shot toward the location of the balcony.
The fine, pitch-black mist, hidden within the dim room, also ensured a considerable speed.
In the face of such an attack, an ordinary person would definitely not be able to respond in time.
However, the reality...
Turned out to be quite different from what Ronald had expected.
