As he pondered, the owl flew faster and faster.
"Hoot, hoot, hoot!"
Seeing that it was almost turning into a ring of light around him, Kroya helplessly extended a finger, gathering a ball of orange mana at its tip.
"Here, take it."
The moment it saw the mana, the owl stopped, stared straight at it with both eyes, then thrust its head forward and gulped.
"Ooh~"
It tilted its neck back and swallowed the ball of mana whole.
As soon as it swallowed, the mana suffused its body, staining its previously stable white soul orange.
The white owl became an orange owl.
"Hoot, hoot!"
Its cries grew even more excited.
It flapped its wings, its calls brimming with joy.
After circling once in midair, it suddenly flew toward Kroya's head.
Its body gradually changed as it flew, finally becoming an exquisitely crafted crown woven from olive branches.
"Oh?" Kroya did not stop it.
This Ghost Owl seemed rather special, but the mana within its body was not particularly strong. His automatically generated mana shield could withstand any attack it might launch.
He wanted to see exactly what the owl intended to do.
The delicate crown of woven olive branches gently settled about three centimeters above Kroya's head, shedding wisps of light.
The instant the light fell upon his head, Kroya felt his thoughts become calm and expansive.
Everything before his eyes seemed to settle. All strife and turmoil vanished from the world, and everything seemed to slow down.
It was a very peculiar sensation.
As a Third-Level Mage, Kroya thought exceptionally quickly. Otherwise, he could never have assembled a complete spell model in an instant.
Yet after putting on this Olive Branch Crown, he suddenly felt that slowing down might not be so bad. His tangled thoughts and complex magic