Having witnessed with his own eyes how Iver effortlessly sealed a Fifth Level Earthbound Spirit into a tiny Tarot Card,
Sherlock, who had been watching from the side, was utterly astonished.
It would not be an exaggeration to say he was dumbfounded.
"...How exactly did you manage that?"
Sherlock was completely baffled.
Because this completely violated Sherlock's common sense—the suppression of lower-level beings by higher-level beings on the supernatural path was extremely obvious.
Many abilities would weaken noticeably when crossing one level, and become ineffective when crossing two. Those so-called cases of the weak defeating the strong either involved avoiding the suppressed ability through some method, or the weaker party actually possessed a fragment or inheritance of the stronger party and was superior within some particular field.
But Iver's ritual could be said to have nothing to do with either.
—That was clearly a ritual from the Path of Transcendence! Nor had Iver used any power stronger than the Earthbound Spirit to suppress her... Iver had prayed to Amber, but it was impossible that Amber had personally come to help him, right?
Even if the Earthbound Spirit had left willingly, accommodating power so perfectly was still nearly impossible.
Her entire existence and power had been gathered into this tiny, ordinary card, without the slightest leakage. This was an incomparably perfect seal—the power of the Path of Wisdom allowed Sherlock to keenly analyze that, unless Iver took the initiative to undo the complex seal on the card, the Earthbound Spirit absolutely could not escape.
And judging by Iver's familiarity with the process, this clearly was not his first time.
"How many cards like that have you obtained?"
Sherlock could not help asking.
Iver said with a beaming smile, "That's a secret. And I didn't obtain them—I made them."
—As long as