“Hmm.”
Today the junior must have used up a lot of mana or mental energy making that cursed doll...
Thinking it over, it wasn’t really mana that was the main issue, but in any case the drain on his mental energy was a serious problem.
Magic, by nature, is an act of intense concentration.
Every casting leaves mental fatigue behind; it can’t help but pile up.
But Diret didn’t stop his junior.
Watching him pull a bone fragment from his reagent pouch and frown in concentration, Diret didn’t feel like scolding him anymore.
“Will he be all right...?”
Seeing Ihan busily taking out bone shards and making preparations with such vigor, Diret felt his worries were probably needless.
Geniuses deserved treatment suited to their genius.
Telling a prodigy to slow down would be nothing more than an unnecessary interference.
“All right. Let him be.”
“Senior. I’m compressing dark element into the bone fragment…”
“That’s hard to do on the spot. I can lend—”
“How about this?”
Diret looked up and stared at the bone shard lying in Ihan’s palm.
In that brief moment of thought, the junior had managed to compress the dark element into the reagent with perfect precision.
Whether it was the cursed doll or the usual groundwork that would’ve taken ages in the workshop or the mage tower, Ihan solved it on the spot.