Wizard Mona's abilities had also given him some direction. Or rather, any ordinary Wizard would envy abilities like hers.
Although an ordinary Wizard's Arcane Imprint spell could track a target, it was actually difficult to use. It was nothing like Mona's ability to mark a target without a sound and then track them with impunity. The target would notice an Arcane Imprint as soon as it was cast, and once they moved a little too far away, the caster could no longer sense it. Its tracking capabilities existed only in theory, unless the caster found a chance to leave it secretly on goods traveling with the target.
Naturally, Ruger was not trying to do what Wizard Mona did. That sort of ability required training from childhood. Calling it a mark might be inaccurate; perhaps she merely sensed the other person's spirituality, or communicated with it somehow. What he wanted was a spell he did not need to conceal, a mark he could leave right in front of his target that would still be difficult to erase.
The angrier and more hateful they became, the more they would supply the marking spell with an endless stream of malice.
In his Demon of Miserliness form, his thoughts and mind became more active as well. He had tried studying the patterns on his body several times, in different places and at different times, and even a small discovery made his mind more excited. These insights had not come from this attempt alone. They were the fruits of repeated efforts ever since he became a Wizard: during the period before he went to the Abyss, amid the dangerous circumstances there, and throughout the days since his return. Of all those experiences, the room in the succubi's Stone City in the Abyss had helped him