Once a wizard apprentice became a formal wizard, the road ahead was no longer merely a clash of spells. It was not as simple as learning spells from a spellbook and putting them to use. What a wizard truly relied on afterward was their own specialty. Take the red-skinned wizard they had encountered in the abyss: his spells were not particularly exquisite, but his uniqueness lay in the flames he had cultivated and that book made of flesh and blood. The two complemented each other, and his future spellcasting and exploration of his path would inevitably develop around those two things.
What Lady Mona relied upon was her aptitude for prophecy and the spirituality she was familiar with.
Ruger thought of himself. A specialty was something one possessed and excelled at, something most others did not understand so well. For him, that should be the cultivation of believers' spirit fur and the mysterious source power he had come into contact with through Foul-Smelling Skin. However, the cultivation of spirit fur had yet to be fully developed, and source power was not so easily tapped into. For now, both were only being applied superficially.
He tilted his head and looked at Wizard Mona, who had said something astonishing yet seemed to have few worries about it.
"Lady Mona, I remember you said that if you came in the direction of the Endless Sea and encountered a wizard covered in fur, you would become lucky—are you in some kind of trouble?" Ruger asked.
Mona blinked.
"During an attempt to glimpse fate, I became a demon wizard's disciple. At the time, I didn't understand much; I only wanted to use that identity to become one of the Demon Hunter Wizards. It wasn't until I advanced to become a formal wizard that the trouble