Just as the perceptive Little Regna had said, Ruger gradually entered a state of total absorption, not for a moment, but day after day. His life was as full as a ripe fruit about to burst. Unfortunately, he had yet to find his own fruit.
But he knew it would taste delicious.
Every Wizard of his rank would bow before Lord Ruger's furry feet.
He indulged in that fantasy, poking fun at himself to find some joy amid the hardship.
He felt he had been born with this ability. Viewed across the span of a long life, from a certain perspective, it might be a gift no less valuable than his talent for wizardry. Without this way of adjusting his mindset and relaxing, he would have lost his mind while suffering in the Kobold den.
Temperament and attitude, just like that lucky fellow Barry Danton. With strengths beyond his talent for wizardry and a little good luck, he had overcome his terrible aptitude and crossed that threshold. The path after becoming a Wizard was entirely different from what came before. Even with poorer talent, there were more options available.
Another use of Divine Object Art.
Having recovered his mental energy, Ruger performed his final Divine Object Art of the day, with the Monster Wolf obediently cooperating.
Of course, he first gave the wolf's head a gentle stroke.
When dealing with oddities, even docile ones, he had to remain attentive.
The scene before his eyes changed.
He saw a peculiar trace, clear and conspicuous, yet somehow inexplicably distorted. Things seemed a little different from what he had imagined. He sensed that this was his target, but it was precisely the abnormality tangled around this trace that had kept him from encountering it.
Things gradually came into Ruger's view.
It was a