When a target was under the influence of some magical effect, the aura around them would display distinct colors and rhythms depending on the school of magic involved.
[Detect Magic] was a first-circle spell. Its construction was simple enough, but without sufficient magical knowledge, all a caster saw would be a chaotic, meaningless haze of light.
He Xi silently recited the spell annotations in the notebook before him.
Remember the original website domain
For a spell so basic yet immensely practical, he should have settled down and dismantled those magical nodes one by one.
Yet the stale scent of dust between the pages could not suppress that wisp of fragrance, delicate as a water lily.
The scent seemed to rise from between the lines, drawing his gaze beyond the edge of the notebook.
Afternoon sunlight passed through the latticed glass window and spilled across the dark-brown walnut bookshelf.
Not far from the shelves, beside the armchair where He Xi sat, stood a wooden bed covered in a thin quilt the color of soft smoke.
Fluffy pillows were casually piled at the head of the bed, while a lightweight white house robe hung from the wooden frame at its foot.
He Xi quietly surveyed his surroundings.
This place did not look like a room that belonged in the Observer's Tower at all. It would fit right in as a bedroom on Sea Breeze Street.
He measured it silently in his mind.
Hmm... it was more like Tata's room. Judging by the size, it was even a full measure smaller than my bedroom.
"Does she usually rest here?"
He Xi was not quite sure.
It was hard to imagine that a legendary mage's private space could be so compact, yet filled with such ordinary traces of daily life.
His gaze followed the