"Ah?"
The girl froze. She had never considered that question.
"I... don't know."
Anvis smiled faintly and began to slowly tell her of mysteries she had never heard before.
"In fact, in the current magical world, there are still a very small number of spells that have no true model.
We only know how to cast them, yet we have never been able to decipher their spell models, nor do we understand the exact process by which they take effect. Mystic Arts, Wish Spells, and so on..."
"Besides that, there are spells passed down from ancient times. They are usually inscribed upon rocks, clay tablets, or other mediums in the form of strange writing or patterns.
Only after deciphering them can one obtain their principles and casting methods. These spells are likewise classified under the Mystery School.
All such spells are what we call Mystic-type spells.
The Mystery School is a faction established for the purpose of studying and deciphering these spells.
Once the essence of a Mystic-type spell has been deciphered, it will be removed from the Mystic-type category and reclassified into another school of magic."
"I see..."
Hillyl nodded, only half understanding.
As he spoke, Anvis could not help thinking of the misty mass of Mystic Art within his Sea of Spirit, and he sighed softly.
"However, perhaps there truly are a very few spells that possess no model at all..."
At that moment, Olbins, who had remained silent the entire time, suddenly raised his head and fixed his eyes on Anvis.
"That view is incorrect. Every spell should have a model."
"Obin!"
Startled by her brother's sudden interruption, the girl snapped at him nervously. This time, she was genuinely angry.
Even though they were both Pamir Freshmen of the same year, she and her brother were ultimately