Suddenly, Ivita felt as though he had lost the magic power equivalent to forty regular wizards. He could not help but glance at Juno, thinking that the better the talent, the smaller the quantity of magic power spent to envision them as a regular wizard.
Ice Witch, oh Ice Witch, since you did not expect me to have unlimited magic power beforehand, you must not have given me this object with good intentions.
Ivita's face looked strange.
If it were not for the infinite magic power, he would either be unable to use the treasure or would have been drained to death from forcefully using the time frame.
In the painting, Juno had grown into a mature woman, slim and seductive, wearing a stunning red evening dress, with vibrant red lips. Her beautiful phoenix eyes full of clever calculations.
Meanwhile, she held her left hand up towards the sky, where a swirl of water elementals was rotating.
