In truth, Velita was definitely not the teacher most beloved by the students. In many people's eyes, she was extremely cruel, always forcing what she believed was right onto others.
Of course, the benefit of that was that others could quickly understand what she was teaching.
"I'm terribly sorry, Professor Velita, for disturbing you so early. I have something I'd like your help with this time."
Velita looked at Li. Naturally, she was not displeased. If any other student had come running over with questions this early in the morning, Velita would certainly have gotten somewhat angry. But Li was different. Not only was he Ankhseram's student, he was also the kind of student she deeply appreciated. At least academically, he stood on her side.
Li directly took out the Holy Mark he had drawn, but Velita did not pay it much attention. What Li had brought out was merely an ordinary piece of parchment. Though it had been treated, it would certainly be difficult for it to bring out the effects of a magic circle, so she did not mind it.
When she unfolded the parchment, she merely nodded slightly. Li's skill was indeed high. She did not know what this magic circle had been copied from, but in any case, it was extremely complex—so complex that it had already exceeded the capacity limit of a magic circle.
Then, in the very next second, Velita's mouth fell open, as though she could not believe that the thing before her truly existed.
Velita suddenly seemed as though she had been hit by a petrification spell. She said nothing for a long time. After an unknown amount of time had passed, she finally let out a deep breath and looked at Li with an almost fanatical gaze. "Did you make this?"