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    Chapter 66: Practical Experience (4)

    Temporary laboratory in the Yukline mansion.

    I looked closely at the ashes under the microscope. I tried to “understand” it on a particle-by-particle basis, injecting mana and tearing it apart with [Psychokinesis].

    “
 Professor! Look at this!” Kelodan shouted, pointing to the blackboard.

    Scratch— Scratch, scratch— Scratch—

    A sophisticated report was being written on the green surface.

    [Sylvia here. We captured a debutante who had been puppeted and separated him from the ashes. The result of our analysis is as follows.]

    She discussed how the ashes encroached upon the debutante and what the process of that puppeteering was.

    The way Sylvia analyzed and separated the specimen with her own magic was almost at an anatomic level.

    
 A certain thought popped into my mind as I looked at it.

    “Separation.”

    Separation of ashes and the debutantes.

    What if a circuit that neutralized the control of the ashes was added to the formula of the “barrier”?

    Beyond that, what if the barrier was constructed ‘in the magic tower’ and then completed?

    “It’s possible.”

    Implanting a circuit in specific magic, known as ‘magic weaving,’ had already been done dozens of times. My [Psychokinesis] was created that way.

    “What’s possible?” Kelodan asked.

    “I’ll make a ‘barrier that breaks down ashes’ and deliver it to the Debutantes.”

    “A barrier? It would take too long.”

    I shook my head.

    Since it wasn’t completely new magic, the consumption of mana wouldn’t be severe. Right now, [Decomposition] was a common spell that was used even in garbage dumps.

    “It is quite possible.”

    If I envision it and add the talents of Sylvia and Epherene, of course, it’s possible.

    “Um, professor
?”

    He stared at the blackboard without saying a word and pondered. There was no need to take notes. All of this was going to happen in my head


    “Attention—!”

    A disrupting shout echoed.

    I turned to the entrance, feeling the urge to kill.

    Eleven individuals of unknown names stood where I was looking, forming a line.

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