Lyle had to confront the reality that his new abilities might still be considered mediocre.
Mr. Scholar's Array was already complete, its silver-blue luster indicating that the Array was functioning normally.
"The Genesis Magic Array feels like a relic of the last century to me, it's lucky that it's not unfamiliar," he said indifferently, making it seem as though the luck he spoke of was merely an exaggerated descriptor.
"That's no exaggeration, Plague Doctor. Basically, I always keep a backup of the Arrays I create, in my library. Without being able to reference them and having to rely entirely on memory for the drawing, this is indeed a rare first for me."
"Then why doesn't Mr. Scholar just take a look at it directly?"
"Because my room has been occupied," Mr. Scholar replied with a wry smile, walking over to a shadowy corner where there stood a wardrobe with a white silver handle and carvings.
