[The invention of pure mana that haunted Yuren. Zechtains praise, saying that it deserves to be called art.]

[The addicts of the Floating Island still wandering around the expo what were they drawn to?]

[Unknown wizard Vervaldi, more talented than Decalane? Will the game of magic be shaken up again?]

As Deculein expected, several headlines from the continental media and magic newspapers mentioned the Demon Spirit Core.

It was noon, and warm sunlight poured through the window. Epherene struggled with her fatigue.

Swallowing a yawn, she glanced back to her supervisor. Deculein had his eyes fixed on a large scroll. Every time he was in the office yesterday, he was staring at that scroll. Hed been staring at the unfamiliar words inscribed across it day in and day out. What the hell was he doing?

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