"Alu sss."
The exquisitely doll-like fairy girl cradled Dago's nose in her hands, spitting out a string of strange, tongue-twisting syllables. It sounded like some kind of spell, yet also as if she were speaking directly to Dago.
This was an ancient ritual that bypassed the outward form of "language" and directly interacted with the source of the soul.
After she had uttered every syllable, the fairy girl gazed at Dago tenderly, as though looking at a lover, then lightly kissed the tip of his nose.
The kiss was icy cold, without the slightest warmth, yet it carried a shuddering sensation that pierced straight into his heart.
It was as if an invisible key had been inserted into the tightly locked door deep within Dago's soul.
Bang!
After the kiss, the fairy girl abruptly exploded into a ball of light, which swiftly burrowed into the spot between Dago's brows.
Buzz—
In that instant, Dago felt as though some contract had been formed in the unseen realm, and his soul power had actually increased to a certain extent.
Just as he frowned in confusion, Dago suddenly discovered that a strange change had occurred within a radius of roughly five meters around him.
The mysterious light motes that had once drifted about without any pattern now rushed toward him like moths to a flame, merging into his body one after another.
Each light mote that entered him was accompanied by a faint tremor on the level of the soul.
It was an intense, blissful pleasure—the instinctive cheer of life itself evolving.
Throughout the process, Dago could clearly sense his soul power slowly increasing bit by bit.
Although the growth was slow, it was a genuine and permanent enhancement.
In the Wizarding World, any resource capable of touching upon the soul had to