Immanuel went back to drinking his fruit tea, seemingly content to sit quietly forever as long as Ruger did not speak first.
It was not quite accurate to define the trigger as speech or questions. Stimulus was a better word. Just as when he had revealed his demon form before his teacher earlier, the information conveyed by its appearance had prompted his teacher to speak, expressing his admiration for Ruger's demon form.
A spell sequence that initially resembled that of an unconventional Beast King Wizard, only to become something entirely different upon completion-what a cunning strategy.
Of course, it might not have been intentional. Perhaps the undertaking simply required such a process.
Watching his teacher, who seemed quite pleased with the fruit tea, Ruger suddenly thought of something.
Just how unusual was this peculiar teacher of his, and this peculiar state?
From a wizard's perspective, was it worth testing?
It would be like learning a new spell and figuring out exactly how it worked.
Whenever he learned a new spell, he experimented with it from every angle, exploring all its details and limits.
As he pondered this, his teacher suddenly grew somewhat hazy before him.
An opportunity to test it.
"Teacher, do you know about the Fluffy Enthusiasts Association?" Ruger abruptly asked.
Unlike last time, when he had missed the opportunity unprepared, he tried to stimulate his teacher with words the instant the abnormality began to show, hoping to restore him to the vivid, lively state he assumed during conversation.
Holding the teacup from the table in one hand, Ruger stared intently at Immanuel opposite him.
If he failed, it would mean that verbal stimulation, at least, could not prevent this change.
Last time, after his teacher had become motionless and absent-minded, he had not even recognized Ruger immediately. This