After hearing Deep Blue's prompt, Charle finally showed a satisfied expression.
There was no need to activate it consciously; it relied on his subconscious to cast the spell, providing twenty-four-hour protection.
Now that was a perfect protective spell!
Then, feeling the magical protection enveloping his entire body, Charle's eyes filled with curiosity.
He wanted to see just how powerful the Dragon Armor Spell was—the spell he had derived from the Shield Charm through four deductions at the cost of over a million points.
"First, its defense against physical attacks."
Charle waved his Mithril Wand, and a fruit knife in the room whistled through the air toward him.
But just as it neared Charle, the fruit knife struck the protection of the Dragon Armor Spell surrounding his body.
With a crisp crack, the fruit knife snapped cleanly in two.
Surprise appeared in Charle's eyes.
The Wizarding World's basic industry was rather lacking, and the fruit knife was poor quality, but it should not have broken that easily.
The Dragon Armor Spell's protection had to be so powerful that it had shattered the knife through sheer force.
Yet throughout the process, Charle had not felt a thing—not even the sensation of a mosquito bite.
A strange look appeared on his face.
That meant this little test had been nothing at all to the Dragon Armor Spell's defensive power.
Charle waved his Mithril Wand again.
All sorts of miscellaneous objects in the room transformed into blades and swords that glinted coldly, their dense edges aimed at Charle.
The next moment, with a sweep of his wand, ten thousand swords howled through the air and swallowed Charle whole!
Yet not a single blade managed to pierce the Dragon Armor Spell's protection.
At most, they made Charle feel a faint tingling, almost like he was