Under Alice's guidance.
Cypher took out the Insect King's fragile core—the source of that mysterious power—a small diamond-shaped crystal.
He clenched it tightly in his left palm.
Then, the card carrying Alice's consciousness slowly drifted down onto Cypher's fist.
In Cypher's blue-glowing pupils, a crimson magical power surged from the card.
It slipped through his fingers and into his palm.
It drew out a faint violet magical power from the core, wrapping around his left hand.
Before long, a numb, itchy, sore, and stabbing sensation spread across the skin of his left hand.
"If you can't stand it, you can scream! I won't laugh at you!"
The sensation was like the burning pain of accidentally putting his hand into hot water, mixed with the numbness of having his blood cut off for too long.
Cypher tugged at the corner of his mouth, revealing a bizarre, teeth-baring grin.
Soon, the stone house was once again filled with the girl's silver-bell laughter...
Enduring pain took a very long time.
But the gains immediately lifted Cypher's spirits.
"Accio!"
"Incendio!"
"Reducto!"
For the first time in ages, Cypher regained the novelty and thrill he had felt when he had first come into contact with magic.
Sure enough, people never valued what they had until they lost it.
Half an hour later.
Cypher used a Cleaning Charm to wipe away his sweat, then eagerly began waving his wand and casting spells.
Although his current spellcasting ability was not much different from that of an ordinary young wizard in the same year.
It was magic, after all!
Lastly, Cypher tried advanced spells such as Fiendfyre and Counter-Curse.
As expected, after he waved his wand, nothing happened.
Somewhat disappointed, Cypher twirled his wand where he stood.
The tip of the wand sliced through the air with