Necromancy Spell, Trump Card

Outside the room, Keli and Hain, who had been spying on the place through a spell, were already stunned by the number of spells Leo had cast.

Hain stammered, "M-Mom, does this still count as making up for clumsiness with diligence?"

Keli's expression remained calm, but her nails had dug deeply into her palms, unable to conceal the turmoil in her heart.

Keli said, "Perhaps—I'm only saying perhaps—compared with Wizard Nova, he may not be much worse in terms of talent for learning spells."

That was what Keli said aloud.

But what she truly thought was that the gap was far too great.

Wizard Nova currently commanded only a little over a thousand spells, a number he had taken several years to master.

Yet Leo had only been a Wizard for a few months and had already mastered several hundred spells, with no low proficiency among them.

If Wizard Nova was the cream of the crop among the Tower of Dawn's supreme geniuses, then what was Leo?

A genius even more supreme than the supreme geniuses among supreme geniuses!

Hain said, "Mom, then let's leave. We shouldn't make an enemy of Wizard Leo anymore. Once a Wizard with this kind of talent grows up, if he learns that we leaked information about his spells to his enemies, then..."

Keli said speechlessly, "What are you worrying about for no reason? There's no way he could know it was us who leaked it."

"No matter how talented he is, he's still a Prossian. As long as he remains a Prossian, his ending in the Tower of Dawn is already set in stone."

Keli spoke with confidence.

"If he were a Wizard who wasn't Prossian, I would call off this plan. But since he's Prossian, there's nothing to worry about."

The worried look