"Jiang Han!"
Miss Lin Qiang's voice seemed to come from far away, distant as the horizon yet close at hand... Jiang Han blinked. So weak that even the puzzled expression on her face seemed sluggish, she looked as though she had just awakened from a dream.
"Hm? What is it?"
Lin Qiang stood before her, frowning, but politely indicated the potion on her desk with her eyes.
Following her gaze downward, Jiang Han was startled to discover that quite a bit of her potion had already evaporated. If this continued, it would lose its effect.
She hurriedly cried out, folded up the magic paper bearing the completed spell model, and dropped it into the potion.
With all the conditions already fulfilled, she drank it down in one gulp.
Jiang Han gulped down the potion. Her understanding of the Delayed Sonic Boom Spell rose ever higher, and both body and mind sank into a state of bliss—as if she had understood that one plus one equaled two, understood that "No" meant "Yes" in a certain context, like a man understanding a woman.
Holding the Sovereign Scepter, Jiang Han felt clear thoughts continuously pour from it. She experienced a learning ability no weaker than that of a mutated witch awakening within her.
Is this how Angelite usually feels... Jiang Han clutched her head. This flash of wisdom differed from learning; it was more like a capacity for comprehension.
More like gradually perfecting the structure of something through hypothetical scenarios based on facts and deduction.
Mutated witches were like printers, capable of replicating many objects.
Angelite's mind, meanwhile, was like some sort of supercomputer, reconstructing and creating objects through computation—an exceedingly powerful way of thinking.
Experiencing the delight of such thought, Jiang Han became a little dazed again.
Seeing her in this state,