Daisy had a super memory. Oshtur's theories had been somewhat diluted through Wanda's translation, but Daisy could still remember them after hearing them once. There was no need for repetition.
She knew what she had heard was not the original text. It was not because Wanda had held anything back or harbored any ill intent; rather, different people would arrive at different interpretations of these magical writings.
Magic had its own wonders. For Wanda, reading these words was as simple as looking at the lines on her palm. It came naturally, as effortlessly as breathing. But if Daisy wanted to see them, she had to forcefully peer into them using her elevated realm. Even then, she first had to understand how magical writings were interpreted, take a long detour, and then decipher them through her own understanding.
After two hours, she had essentially read through the book once more from her own perspective. Then she closed her eyes and sank into thought.
"Learn anything?" Wanda had pondered it for a while herself, but their affinities differed, and she could not use white magic. After waiting half an hour and seeing Daisy open her eyes, she asked curiously.
"Watch." She pushed open the attic window and fixed her gaze on a massive boulder in the distance. Raising her right hand slightly, she conjured a blazing white pillar of fire out of thin air. It crashed into the boulder like a meteor.
"...That was magic? You can use magic now?" Director Daisy had always been magically illiterate, and Wanda often mocked her for it. Had that changed now?
Though she did not understand white magic herself, Wanda felt that Daisy's pillar of fire was neither quite right nor quite wrong. Calling it magic seemed accurate, yet it also did not truly seem