"Simply said, this wand had given me an immerse power without much mana being used up. But the downside is, I couldn't control the magical prowess that came out from this wand yet."
'Idiot! You had controlled it unconsciously!' A random female voice yelled at his mind with a distorted little girl voice.
'Not again, this voice of herrscher. Everyone who had an affinity with this wand could listen to the wand's voice. Those scholars called this voice a creep-voice. However, still, I don't know what's this weird voice's name..' Chris muttered again while grabbing a badly injured Lein towards the massive nordic-styled castle.
As they walked together, the voice was coming out again as it said,
'To be honest, I had checked through your nervous system. For real, that ain't vertigo. But it was brain cancer. And the offensive magic is worsening it. This is why you could not hold longer at that time when you were being attacked by those traitors.'
He continued to walk, bringing his servant gently while the voice continued to say,
'Still, I can assure you that you could live longer with your brain cancer. I could assure you that you will only use 1% of your actual mana pool in three thousand supreme-magus levels of magic power. Lesser magic mana used means, lesser chance for your head's cancer cells spreading.'
Then, he continued to enter the place with the young man yelled at him in a worrying expression,
"Are you okay, master? Did my sister had done something that you didn't want to see again?"
'Man, this guy….' Chris muttered in his mind while the wand itself laughed as she said,
'He never changes man, for real! Ahahahaha!!'