Ivita asked Milani for a drop of her blood, then he muttered a spell towards the magic cloak. Suddenly, the Cloak of Destruction floated up from the chair, like a fish swimming in mid-air.
Pan God raised his eyebrows, thoughtful. He glanced at Milani sitting next to him. If he wasn't mistaken, this witch had said that she only taught this magic to Ivita a little over a month ago.
Given that Ivita had learned this magic because the curse from the Black Rose Fairy required a specific blood type, he had actually only needed less than a month to learn it.
What a terrifying magical talent.
Pan God realized that Ivita was not quite aware of his own magical talent.
Indeed, he was the holder of the Conference Ring.
The magic cloak began to sway in the air, then the books on the shelves around them started flipping their pages by themselves.
Ivita was shocked, he looked at Pan God, wasn't it said that it was just a problem of lacking Milani's blood?
