Workbench was scattered with various drawing tools and leftover materials, and in the midst of it all was a finished Magic Card emanating a purple mist.
Lanci leaned back into his chair like a sofa, yawning again and again, almost falling asleep.
Today, he had uniquely created a magic card he couldn't use himself. Once made, it wouldn't be his concern anymore.
The delicate fingers of the Great Love Poet were gently picking up the newly born card, her eyes filled with joy and anticipation.
"Give it a try."
Lanci murmured with his eyes closed.
"Do you have enough mana? It's your mana I have to use."
The Great Love Poet hesitated, temporarily putting down the Magic Card in her hand to ask.
She felt that Lanci seemed to be running out of mana.
"It's okay."
Lanci waved his hand, signaling her to use it as she wished.
Just as they were chatting,
the door of Lanci's dormitory had already been knocked on several times.