Excavating the Prismatic Dragon Scale's Abilities

However, Ilis pounced at empty air.

Ilis's figure passed through the phantom. She promptly twisted her steps around, turned back to stare at it, and said, "Despicable Wizard, what exactly did you do? Why can't I touch my grandfather?"

"Your grandfather is already dead. Naturally, you can't touch him."

Hearing this, Ilis opened her mouth and pointed at the phantom. "Then who is this?"

"This was created through a Necromancy spell—your grandfather's soul given physical form. Through this spell, one can communicate with the dead," Leo said. Then he asked, "Is there anyone here you recognize?"

The phantom pointed at Ilis and said, "Yes. This is my granddaughter."

"Grandfather!" Ilis cried out. "It's me, I'm Ilis!"

Yet the phantom ignored Ilis.

A flash of anger passed through Ilis's eyes. "Despicable Wizard, what exactly do you want by summoning my grandfather's soul?"

Leo said, "Hmm... What am I doing? Back then, Kamp the shoemaker called what I was doing playing with the dead."

Hearing Leo say it so lightly, Ilis said, "Uncle Kamp was right. Aren't you just toying with the souls of the dead? Release my grandfather at once and let his soul return to peace."

Leo said, "Don't worry. I have no intention of doing anything to your grandfather's soul. I only wanted to bring it out for a look, so you would know that I possess such a spell."

"You..." Ilis stared at Leo, fury blazing in her eyes like flames swallowing and spitting.

Ilis clenched her teeth. "Are you planning to use my grandfather to threaten me into becoming a Wizard?"

That was the only possibility Ilis could think of.

Yet Leo merely smiled. "I'm not interested in whether you can become a Wizard."

Leo said, "Of course, whether you can become a Wizard makes no difference