Roland had a dream.
A very, very long dream.
In it, he commanded heaven and earth and could do anything.
That power, as though he controlled everything, was intoxicating.
Even as he gradually woke and the details grew hazy, a lingering sense of loss remained.
Yet a brief meditation still let him sense the divine runes formed from Seris characters, blazing brilliantly throughout a mental world that resembled the dark void.
The glorious achievements of his previous life's civilization, the magnificent writings of sages through the ages, were truly resonating with this universe.
Although the starlight was somewhat dim, a deeper examination revealed that they were merely insubstantial phantoms.
But Roland was not worried in the slightest.
He now understood perfectly that this was because his mental power was not yet strong enough, and his perception was insufficient.
As long as he steadily improved this mental attribute, he would surely advance.
"Stabilize!"
The spell-training room in the mansion's rear courtyard.
With a sharp utterance in perfectly articulated Seris, Roland triggered a lower-tier spell exclusive to his school.
As heaven and earth resonated, a mysterious force acted upon Atali.
The female knight, already at the peak of the fifth rank, froze in place.
"Bind!"
Several ropes formed from magic coiled around her, wrapping her tightly like an octopus's tentacles.
The female knight unleashed her battle aura and shattered the power of True Word Spell: Halt, only to face this new restraint, which checked her momentum.
"Slow!"
Roland spoke again, casting another true word imbued with mysterious power.
"This is so annoying. You cast too quickly-I can't dispel them fast enough."
Atali sounded helpless.
Skilled martial artists all had techniques for dispelling negative effects with battle aura, but repeated bursts in rapid succession could damage their meridians, leaving them little recourse.