"Three things?"
Fang Li blinked, then turned his gaze toward Beatrice.
Seeing Fang Li's attention fully settle on her, Beatrice's expression softened, though she also coughed and deliberately pretended nothing was wrong.
Then, Beatrice began to explain.
"First, since Fang Li does not possess an affinity with spirits, you should have been unable to form a contract with a spirit and become a spirit user."
Beatrice raised one finger as she explained.
"Although Fang Li and Betty's circumstances were rather special, allowing us to form a contract in the end, Fang Li still cannot become a spirit user and cannot use Spirit Arts. In the future, Betty will probably have to handle any magic use on your behalf. I hope you understand that."
Fang Li naturally understood that.
To begin with, Fang Li had never expected to be able to use magic.
Rather than spending so much effort constructing spells, Fang Li preferred charging straight at his opponent and cutting them down with a single slash.
Fang Li knew very well where his strengths lay.
Necromantic magic might have been one thing, but when it came to other magic, Fang Li truly had not the slightest talent. Fan Xinglu had even judged his aptitude mediocre, saying only his talent for killing was unimaginably high.
Therefore, it was more practical for Fang Li to focus on honing his killing arts.
Although, with Fang Li's current mastery of Assassination Arts, he had already reached the peak and limit. There was no possibility—or perhaps no need—to go any further.
"Second, Betty's rank as a spirit is vastly different from that of other spirits."
Beatrice raised her second finger as she spoke.
"Fang Li must already know that Betty is an Artificial Spirit created by Mother. Including Brother, who formed a contract with that