An interesting journey and an interesting spell-Ruger felt so pleased that he wanted to hum, but then he remembered Little Regna sleeping soundly and closed his canine mouth. That did nothing to stop him from admiring the Spell Sword he had painstakingly pieced together.
An exquisite spell was sometimes like a work of art. He had filled in a few gaps, but he was not its true creator. Even if the true creator had never intended to create what it had now become, he could only humbly describe himself as someone who had unearthed it from a pile of odds and ends. This also posed a problem: his conception and understanding of the spell had kept changing in his mind. Only when he finished the last entry in this notebook had that process reached a stopping point.
Ruger put the Four-Language Spell out of his mind, eager to see this Spell Sword for himself.
As he constructed the spell model, a few minor problems emerged. This was inevitable, just as he had expected, and he felt neither annoyed nor surprised. He would have been surprised if there had been no problems.
The spell had originally been intended for experiments. The version he had compiled was already very different from the first version in the book, and he had personally filled in a few more gaps. It would have been strange if there were no problems.
As he resolved those minor issues, he also made his decision. In truth, he had been leaning toward this choice for some time. He chose the Spell Sword's second form: the elegant approach of cultivating the sword for a few dedicated spells, rather than frantically casting and loading spells into it whenever he needed to use it. That freedom had its conveniences, but also its