Chapitre 618: Disciple

"Wait, you want me to do... what?" Noma asked with a confused expression, looking at the man standing in front of him. Eiro let out a sigh and rubbed his temples so hard that he nearly rubbed Bavet away from his skin, "Just gather a bit of your flesh magic over your palm. Don't actually use the magic, just gather it. You're a student in the magic course, that shouldn't be so hard for you, right?"

"That's... an advanced technique, though..." Noma pointed out, and Eiro raised his brow with an awry expression, "How is it an advanced technique? You do what you normally would do when trying to cast a spell anyway, and then leave the formation step out of it."