Chapter 1341: Mordred’s Lesson [Pt 2]

Neron was caught in a dilemma.

He didn't know how to properly answer the question that his father/master posed.

'Have I really used a Spell before?'

If he meant Magic, then yes. Neron had tried using Magic when he was much younger, and he found it to be quite easy.

Of course, he had only tried basic things like conjuring flames or creating small wind torrents.

… Nothing too crazy.

'But a Spell like [Fireball]? No way…'

[Fireball] was so specific… too precise—something that his previous experience with Magic lacked.

Compared to his vague attempts of the past, this felt way more authentic and natural.

The Mana wasn't erratic, and it wasn't in a constant state of flux.

It was difficult to explain, but Neron knew it was different.

"Come on, answer me! You've performed a Spell before, right?"

"Sorta…"

Neron felt like that was the best answer he could possibly give.

"Sorta? What does that even mean?!"