Karl Gustafsson looked at Toivo Koskinen, his eyes flickering as he asked uncertainly, "Koskinen! You..."
"Let me finish!" Toivo Koskinen waved a hand, no longer paying attention to Karl Gustafsson's devouring glare.
He looked at Vizet with a complicated expression. "Mr. Lovegood, the feeling of using the 'Fake Wand' earlier already surprised me... So this was magic!"
"While I was savoring that feeling, I never expected your experiment to let me take another step forward and cast magic with my own hands. Even though..."
"Lumos Solem!" He lightly flicked the wand in his hand, but no light appeared at its tip.
"Even though, like Gustafsson, I also 'slid down the hillside.'" He gave a bitter smile. "To be honest, I'm unwilling to accept this! Extremely! Extremely unwilling!"
After saying this, he slowly turned to Karl Gustafsson, and the exhaustion on his face seemed even more pronounced.
Karl Gustafsson did not notice any of this. What he cared about more was Toivo Koskinen's objective.
A faint expectation even flashed through his mind. If Toivo Koskinen used this opportunity to stir things up, how should he chime in and muddy the situation again?
"Karl, I've actually realized something..." Toivo Koskinen sighed. "Magic might really... be able to sense our souls! Perhaps we should..."
Disbelief flashed in Karl Gustafsson's eyes. He felt as though his closest companion had betrayed him. "Toivo! Have you gone mad!"
He pointed at Toivo Koskinen and demanded, "Do you know what you're saying? Have you forgotten what we agreed on before..."
Toivo Koskinen shrugged. "I haven't forgotten. I just feel a little tired."
"Karl, perhaps the things we've been fighting over never had any meaning from the very beginning... Have you ever considered this question?"
"If the final result of that experiment just now had been that we