Chapter 9: Note Aftermath, Exposed?
The next morning, Ansu arrived in the classroom yawning, sporting a pair of dark circles under his eyes.
"Ansu, why do you look like you haven't slept at all?"
A female classmate asked eagerly and curiously, "Did you stay up all night studying?"
"I guess so..." Ansu thought to himself that learning magic was still learning.
He had spent the entire previous night grinding his skills, first maxing out the progress for 【Meditation】 and then grinding 【Mage's Hand】 to a third of the way.
If even Celia saw this kind of learning speed, she would probably call him a genius.
Others would need a long time just to understand such profound and obscure magic texts, yet Ansu was diving straight into practice.
He had no choice; he was being forced into it.
Ansu now craved power just as much as his lies claimed he did. If he were strong enough to defeat Celia, would he really need to be this cautious?