Chapter 110

Chapter 110: Record of Regression (3)

Click—!

Deculein flicked his fingers, and the classroom was colored black. Epherene soon found out why this place was a special floor.

“Wow.”

The ceiling turned into the night sky. Like a bright and starry piece of drawing paper, clear and dark.

“Truthfully pure magic is….”

Deculein looked at each face in the classroom as he held the words.

“Something never mixed with impurities; it is pure. Even with the same spells, it is as solid and clear as different magic altogether. Like the body of [Iron Man].”

Heut-

Someone smiled a little at that. Epherene saw it was a wizard from the Imperial Palace.

“You.”

As expected, he couldn’t have missed it. Deculein pointed at him.

“Your name is?”

“…It’s Ron.”

“Make a fire.”

The Imperial wizard Ron made a fire. It was just regular fire, using [Light].

“It’s a small fire. Infinitely mediocre.”

“…”

Ron wriggled his eyebrows as Deculein looked at his fire through [Vision].

“It’s an unrefined fire, so it’s just hot. Far from being pure, it’s dirty.”

The magic circle that only possessed four strokes was nothing mysterious or unusual.

“…But.”

Deculein interfered with the technique’s four strokes, partially giving it his know-how, which was [Iron Man]’s nature.

Sshhhh—!

The fire, which was faintly flickering above Ron’s palm, flared up. The warmth quickly spread through the classroom.

“…”

Everyone, including Epherene, looked vacantly at the fire. To be exact, they observed its

color. The fire was dazzling, and there was dense heat about it, incomparable to before.

“It’s a fire that burns purely.”