A little later, Schiller began conducting psychological surveys for the ordinary freshmen. He simply borrowed a study hall period to have them fill out questionnaires, then called in those with relatively high anxiety scores for individual conversations.
The results were fairly good. After all, anyone bold enough to venture alone into the magical world would not lack courage or willpower. They would not develop any extreme emotions just because they could not keep up with others academically. Still, some were overly anxious, and Schiller provided them with counseling. By the time he finished, it was already evening.
That night, Schiller secretly met Owlman in the enchanted forest again. Since Schiller himself had not fully grasped the material the previous night, he had only covered some basic knowledge. Tonight, it was time for the main course.
Schiller considered himself no master teacher, but he was at least giving everything he had. Whatever he understood, he taught Owlman in full, holding nothing back. But unfortunately, the knowledge simply would not enter Owlman's brain.
Looking at the books and notes on the table, Owlman began questioning his life as well. Yes, he had thought the usual classes at the magic school were a little childish—wasn't it just waving a wand and chanting spells? At most, there was some meditation added in. Magic Theory and Magic History were not difficult either. He had never feared anyone when it came to rote memorization.
But now that he was learning dark magic, he felt it was genuinely too difficult. It was not exactly difficult; it was simply far too mystical, completely illogical and contrary to common sense. The causal relationships were unclear, yet the connections between all things were extraordinarily complex, as though there were another set of unfathomable logic behind them.
In fact, there really