The mana which had been fluctuating around Eugene, concentrated onto Akasha. The mana that hadn’t yet been visualized blended with the light being emitted from the Dragonheart, giving the light multiple hues.

This beautiful and radiant light engulfed Eugene. Trempel and Mer stared at the scene in front of them with awe. They both knew what was about to happen.

Akasha, the staff that no one had been able to control ever since the Wise Sienna had left, was about to accept a new owner.

“...Utterly ridiculous…!” Trempel gasped, unable to believe it.

It had been two hundred years since Akasha was first stored in Akron. During that long period of time, the various wizards who had been granted entry into Akron had made many attempts to be recognized as Akasha's new master.

Even Trempel himself had made an attempt. That was why he couldn’t believe what he was currently seeing. Akasha had never been seen to accept any type of mana. The fact that it wouldn’t accept an infusion of mana meant that it couldn’t be used to cast any magic.

It was a magic staff that couldn’t be used for magic. If you really wanted to, you could still use it as a club, but what would be the point of that?

The light began to fade. Ignoring the surprised reactions coming from his surroundings, Eugene focussed all of his attention onto Akasha.

“...Whoa,” Eugene first exclaimed in admiration, honestly revealing his true emotions. He then gently touched his own throbbing head with his fingers as he wondered, ‘Is this one of Akasha’s functions?’

Although Eugene himself didn’t really know if this was an accurate impression of what had just happened to him, it felt like a huge amount of information had been implanted into his brain. The implanted information had then combined with his already existing knowledge, as if it had been there from the very beginning.

‘My understanding of magic itself is completely transformed,’ Eugene marveled.

There were several types of spells that Eugene could use. When his...