"Such a technique..."
But Kal'tsit stared at the Originium Prime with an incredulous look.
"No... no casting unit, and you directly drew out the energy within the Originium!?"
A "casting unit," put in more common terms, was a "staff." And Oute's "casting" was not merely a matter of whether he had a casting unit or not.
However, considering the other Operators present, Kal'tsit changed the subject and focused on the casting unit.
The Eightfold Great Engineering Department!
Even if the Originium had become inactive for such a simple reason, that was not the main reason for Kal'tsit's surprise.
Oute was one of the "last remnants" of the previous civilization. Theoretically, he should not... possess a physiological function like "Originium Arts."
W chimed in, "If stealing other people's bodies is your innate Originium Art, then did you learn this move afterward?"
Logically, she should have asked that question when she experienced Fate Reconstruction from a first-person perspective.
She must have completely given up thinking while sharing a body with Oute and relied on an external brain...
Oute had previously only mentioned the details of Fate Reconstruction to Kal'tsit while they were "updating each other" on their work. He had not even told the kitty in detail just how far this trick could go.
Kal'tsit had just been about to stop him when Oute opened his mouth and began spilling the truth. "I learned it here."
I never thought there would come a day like this...
But, Oute!
Could you tell a few more lies?
While Kal'tsit still wore a cold expression, Alina, whose inner self was Oute, had already looted enough spoils from the necromancer.
Not long afterward, in Hamlet Town.
A week had passed since she came to... returned to this land.
Just like during her last visit, FrostNova had