"What did you mean by taking a small step back in 'the free transformation of species'?"
Samael, wearing a Wolf Head Mask, tapped the table impatiently, visibly agitated. "Everyone here is one of us. Spit it out. If it's truly useful, you won't be denied your share of the benefits."
"You don't think my inner image is actually a fox, do you?" The red fox spread its paws, its tone full of astonishment.
When wizards cast Transformation Spells, they unconsciously chose the animal form they were most inclined toward deep in their hearts. Zheng Qing had known that since the first time he heard Professor Li explain it.
But a Transformation Spell that did not use one's inner image?
A term suddenly surfaced in the black cat's mind.
"Directed Transformation Spell?"
The Bat Mask who had just entered the room voiced the answer in the black cat's heart. He sat at the table, elbows braced against it, fingers interlaced before him. Though he phrased it as a question, his tone was quite certain. "As far as I know, using a Directed Transformation Spell does leave a trace of Magic Power within the body, but that trace is far too weak to support you speaking."
The White Piglet flicked its ears and looked at the Bat Spirit with disdain.
"There is another kind of magic in this world. It's called alchemy."
It lifted its snout slightly, revealing a little bell hanging around its neck. Its voice came from within the bell. "I only need to channel my thoughts into this bell to produce a normal voice... The effect is naturally better than disguising my voice with a mask."
"Directed Transformation Spells have a time limit too, don't they?" The witch in the Cat Face Mask raised the same doubt.
"Could our