November 5, inside the Mage Tower.
Roland, Skord, and Yvonne gathered to try out "Oracle Bone Divination."
Just moments earlier, Yvonne had compiled the information on this divination spell into a paper and formally submitted it.
With that, they had confirmed a practical result for this stage of their research.
For Roland, aside from its many potential benefits, the most tangible immediate advantage was how easily he could find the feel of casting through mana resonance, thanks to the affinity between his soul and the meaning involved.
He personally placed powdered, burned turtle plastron on the magic array platform in the room, then began his attempt, murmuring an incantation.
"~~~?~~~~?~~~~~~?"
As all things in the world resonated, mana echoed with his mind, communicated through meaning, and guided the unseen laws.
In a moment of abstraction, he seemed to hear ancient diviners chanting.
"Will these ten days be free of calamity? Free of calamity? Will no calamity befall us?"
Above the array platform before the three of them, a strange pattern formed from magical power emerged, resembling the phantom image of a turtle shell.
Suddenly, cracks blossomed across it, forming intricate patterns.
Interpreted through the spell's structure, the result was...
No ill influence!
"It worked!" Roland said with a satisfied smile. "Just as I expected, I can quickly master anything completely reworked within the Seris magic system. Even partial modifications improve my efficiency.
"And with a result of no ill influence, I can go out without worrying for the next several days!"
Yvonne reminded him, "Like all prophecy spells, this one can't give results that are one hundred percent accurate. You still need to be careful."
"Don't worry. I know what I'm doing."
A short while later, Roland said goodbye to the two of them, stepped onto the Teleportation Array on