His strength would increase much faster than practicing any spell and by becoming a true Nephilim of Faulch he would feel more confident to pray to the Night Saint and obtain his blessing.
"I'm sorry, but I have to practice another spell today." Ikaris apologized with a white lie.
Malia's face crumpled as she was turned down, but she didn't doubt him for a second. Magic could be practiced in all sorts of ways and she too had been forced to meditate at length by her parents when she was young to develop her visualization and focusing skills.
"Okay... Tomorrow then?" She asked hopefully.
"...I don't think so." Ikaris didn't dare make any empty promises. "It will take a few days."
Malia was undoubtedly disappointed but accepted his answer with a nod. Seeing her reaction, a playful smile fleetingly graced the boy's face.
