The magic spell structure of the Altar appeared devoid of any discernible system, its chaotic circuits coiling and writhing like a nest of worms, evoking the sense of a living organism and stirring a deep, visceral disgust.0

Even Arlos, who had studied under Archmage Adrienne and hailed from the Ashes, had never encountered such a formation. It was a spell entirely foreign to modern mages, something no one in this era could have possibly experienced.0

However…0

"I can study the whole through the part; I can reconstruct the whole. Within a week, I will be able to identify, analyze, and dispel the structure and spells of the Altar's magic," Deculein declared with confidence. “Is there something else you wish to ask?”0

Although Arlos was a proper mage in her own right, with a natural curiosity, she shook her head and responded, "No. Now stop boasting and hand over the payment so I can leave."0

“Ahem,” Deculein murmured, clearing his throat and pulling three stacks of one million elne in cash from the drawer.0

“Then, I’ll take my leave."0

Just as Arlos took the payment and gathered her belongings to leave...0

Knock, knock—0

Someone knocked on the door of Deculein’s office.0

“This is Knight Deya. I am here with Deputy Director Primien,” Yulie announced.0

“I am with a guest. Wait outside,” Deculein replied.0

Arlos then transformed, revealing her true form—Cynthia, a woman with flowing golden hair and mesmerizingly beautiful features. 0

“They might find it strange if your guest were a child. But I’m curious—how did you manage to create something like this?” Arlos asked, her eyes on the recording device and camera, both crafted without the use of mana stones.0

“From the hardware store in Hadecaine, known as Lukan’s Wharf. I provide...0