"Give it a try."
Kroya woke Mir directly with water.
The latter opened his eyes groggily, then instantly snapped awake.
"You're awake," Kroya said to him. "Just cast any spell to start with."
Mir's heart raced, and his hands trembled.
"All right!"
"I'll do it right away!"
He chose the spell he knew best, the Ring of Fire Spell-in the circus, magical beasts and people would leap back and forth through rings of fire.
When he tried to mobilize his magic, he felt none of the painful tearing around his scars. Instead, the flow of magic was incredibly smooth, as natural as water following its course.
It poured out of the grapes growing on the magic field grape vine, passed through the vine, and reached his fingertips.
"It really works! Lord Kroya, it really works!"
The spell quickly took shape.
Deep red flames danced, then stretched and extended, swiftly forming a round ring of fire over a meter tall.
It radiated scorching heat and dazzling light throughout the laboratory.
"My lord..." Mir wanted to say something in his excitement.
Kroya shook his head. "Try casting a few more spells."
The Ring of Fire Spell was something he already knew, so it proved nothing. Only if he could cast spells that had normally been completely beyond him could the modification be considered successful.
In fact, Kroya had always found Mir's repertoire of spells strange. The Ring of Fire Spell actually demanded considerable control over magic, since it required a continuous output.
Its advanced version, the Wall of Fire Spell, was likewise a fourth-level spell, and its description explicitly stated that strong control over magic was necessary to learn it.
He genuinely could not understand the logic behind it. There were too few samples, so there was nothing he could do.
"Um..."