“It took more time than I thought...” Theo mumbled before setting down the book.

The language was still unfamiliar to him, despite Lee Yoonsung’s memories. It took him two to three times longer just to get through a book. These magic books also used Sanskrit and Urdu characters in addition to Chinese characters, both of which Lee Yoonsung didn’t know. So Theo had no choice but to puzzle it out himself.

It’s been a while since I’ve studied like this.

This was very similar to the all nighters he used to pull when he’d first entered Bergen Academy. He lost himself in his memories as he replaced the nib of his pen again. He had gone through several nibs just for his last set of notes. If he hadn’t cast recovery magic every so often, he would’ve gotten carpal tunnel.

But if Theo had to study like this, what about Baek Dongil?

“B-Brother...” A faint voice called out from the desk next to Theo. Dozens of books were piled up in front of Baek Dongil, whose face was darkened by stubble.

Baek Dongil was in the same predicament. He had to deepen his familiarity with the common tongue and grow more proficient with runes. He had to also raise his skills with mathematics and...