"This is a Thaumaturgy I created myself, based on the fairy tale 'Match Girl.' The Spellcasting Materials are a copy of the story I transcribed myself. As a Low-Ring Arcanist, this is my greatest achievement so far."
As Shade watched in astonishment, Miss Louisa explained her Thaumaturgy.
The figure summoned by the Thaumaturgy trembled as she struck a match, then raised her tiny arm into the air. Under the match's faint glow, the black "cat mud" it illuminated actually let out a scream.
"To deal with monsters that are half-real and half-illusory, you need methods of the same nature."
Miss Louisa said smugly.
Before Shade's astonished eyes, the Match Girl continued holding the match aloft. Bloody tears flowed simultaneously from the hundreds of eyes within the black cat mud. Then, the temperature in the room plummeted again. With the curtains already drawn, the dim room became even darker, and the matchlight was suppressed.
"Detective, use Light Spell. My Thaumaturgy can deal with it, so it wants to extinguish the match. Use Light Spell now, so it can't suppress two light sources created by Ring Arcanists at once! This thing seemed even weaker than I thought."
"No problem."
Shade temporarily set aside the doubts in his heart. He raised his right hand, and a silver radiance slowly appeared at his fingertips as he called out:
"Silver Moon!"
The rotation of the Destiny Ring within his soul drove spirit to affect reality through Thaumaturgy. The silver light at his fingertips suddenly erupted, and the reduced visibility in the room indeed improved. But the silver light did not stop. Instead, it burst forth completely, like the sun.
Its power had originally—had he forgotten that he was currently in the God's Radiance state?
Thaumaturgy itself did not harm its user, so Shade's eyes were