Sophien stared at the fountain pen suspended in midair. She had learned that fundamental spells in various categories included the destructive Fireball, the supportive Barrier, and the manipulative Telekinesis. Given the inherent limitations of magic output, a mage’s talent was the most significant factor in mastering basic spells.0

Sophien used her Telekinesis to pull the fountain pen forcefully. Though the pen remained motionless, her violent Telekinesis had already half-destroyed the Hall of Learning. The floor was torn up, the ceiling had collapsed, pillars were shattered, and bookshelves lay in ruins.0

Amidst the destruction, Deculein remained calm, showing no signs of strain. His breath was steady, his demeanor impeccably composed. His noble presence stirred something within Sophien.0

"... How fascinating," Sophien murmured. 0

Sophien had a sharp intuition that let her discern what was possible and what was beyond reach. Deculein’s Telekinesis fell into the latter category. Initially, she was reluctant to admit it, but time had run out, leaving her no choice.0

"Twenty minutes have passed," Sophien observed, her gaze fixed firmly on Deculein. His blue eyes met hers, sparkling like crystals. Sophien smiled slightly. "I see now why you are confident enough to risk everything. My Telekinesis cannot surpass yours."0

"Then let us commence the conceptual lesson," Deculein responded.0

"Are there still concepts you wish to teach me?"0

"Yes, Your Majesty, I intend to present concepts known only to me."0

"Concepts known only to you?"0

"Yes, Your Majesty," Deculein replied as he drew a magic circle in the air, its form distinct from any ordinary one.0

"Intriguing," Sophien remarked, resting her chin thoughtfully on her hand. She found Deculein himself more fascinating than the magic...0