Chapter 38: The Future
"Kyaaaa! What kind of perverted spell is that, master?!" Lena cried out, immediately pulling her skirt down as her face flushed bright red.
"I-I’m sorry for shouting, master. I was just startled," she stuttered, suddenly realizing she shouldn’t have reacted like that—after all, it was her master who cast the spell.
"Haa, there’s no need to apologize, Lena. We’re just testing my Mana output, right?" Dapper replied with a grin, clearly pleased with the spell’s effect.
’That spell is definitely going to come in handy someday.’
"Master, I can’t assess your efficiency with that spell just yet. I think it’s better if we test with Fireball first," Lena suggested, her voice turning serious.
She took a step forward and held her palm out, conjuring a small flame that flickered and hovered over her hand.
"Mana is the fuel required to cast magic. Without Mana, there’s no spell. Every being in this world is born with it—either in tiny traces or overflowing amounts. Even the air around us is filled with Mana. To truly control it, though, takes a lot of training and practice. It’s simple in concept, but more control equals more Mana efficiency. For example, using a small fireball to achieve what a big one can."
"In life-or-death battles between mages, the one who runs out of Mana first loses. That’s why mages train hard in Mana management. Take the Fireball spell—you don’t just imagine fire, but its shape, size, temperature, and density. It takes strong focus and mental control. The only limit is your own mind," Lena explained before dispersing the flame from her palm.
Dapper nodded and closed his eyes, visualizing a fireball the size of a ping pong ball, heated around five hundred degrees Celsius. Then he whispered, "Fireball."