"Mage Zemir, is there something else?" Isrile asked.
"You, have you solved this formula?" Zemir tried to control his tone as much as possible, clutching the piece of paper in his hand, as if he feared a gust of wind might blow it away if he didn't grip it firmly enough, yet also fearing that he might crush it if his grip were too strong.
"Yeah, it wasn't difficult," Ruosha piped up from behind Isrile. Isrile had been the one to speak up until now, so Ruosha took this as an opportunity to recite her lines.
"Not difficult?" The skeleton, who had stopped paying attention to this side, cried out loudly and jumped forward, snatching the paper from Zemir's hands. He glanced at it only briefly before bursting into loud laughter, "Hahaha! Reverse deduction? I can't believe you came up with that! This formula can't possibly be deduced in reverse! Otherwise, you would get stuck at..."
