Blinding Light Bombardment

While everyone else was busy with their own tasks, Benjamin sat alone in his room, enduring the headache as he pondered what to do next.

Today's results had indeed been good, but... could they really wear the enemy down to death like this?

The Church was not stupid. Once they realized that a frontal assault was difficult to make work, they would certainly take other measures. More importantly, in Benjamin's current condition, it would be difficult for him to face Grant head-on again.

"How long do you think it'll take for me to fully recover?" he suddenly asked, giving the system an order.

"For certain special reasons, I can't analyze your mental power," the system replied lazily. "Besides, didn't those potion mages make healing potions for you? What's the rush? Just drink them slowly and you'll get better."

"How can I not be in a rush..."

Hearing that, Benjamin looked at the empty potion bottles on the table and shook his head helplessly.

Quite a few potion mages from the academy had also come to Locke City and brewed magical medicines that could heal mental power for him. However, mental power injuries were rather rare, and there were very few kinds of suitable potions. The mages had practically researched and brewed the potions on the spot, while Benjamin could only drink those things with the mindset of a lab rat.

—The mages had chosen extremely mild ingredients, so there was no need to worry about side effects. Correspondingly, though, their healing effects were quite weak.

At the very least, Benjamin currently could not even sustain the Water Element Domain for five minutes, much less dream of using Descent of Water.

What a headache... in more ways than one.

With no other options, Benjamin could only turn his thoughts elsewhere.

"That