"Miss Flame Crow! Miss Flame Crow, this is terrible!"

"Something huge has happened!"

In the residential district of Alola Town.

Elvire was in her small garden, practicing calligraphy.

Her desk was beside a pond where fish swam playfully. The surrounding trees cast dappled shade, and the flowers and plants complemented each other beautifully, creating an atmosphere of elegant tranquility. Elvire had specifically commissioned a designer from abroad for this garden. Her older sister had been the same way—whenever she was in a bad mood or felt agitated, she would go to the little garden to do something in peace.

However, this tranquility was shattered by a frantic Yisha.

She rushed into the small garden, causing Elvire to frown.

"What’s all the panic about?"

’So unladylike.’

Yisha had exhausted herself running all the way here. Panting, she replied, "Sean... Sean..."

’Sean?’

Elvire couldn’t care less about that guy. She asked nonchalantly, "What about him?"

Yisha was bent over, hands on her knees, gasping for breath. "He... he stole from me..."

Huh?

"Stole from you?!"

Elvire slammed her pen down, stood up, and asked, "Stole what from you?"

"He stole my Magic, Viper’s Bat!"

"?"

’Oh, just Magic.’

Elvire calmly sat back down.

’And here I thought Sean had stolen Yisha herself.’

’As long as he hadn’t kidnapped someone, there was no reason to make a fuss.’

Elvire picked up her pen again, ready to resume her calligraphy, but as she started to write, she suddenly felt that something was off.

She asked Yisha, "What do you mean, ’stole your Magic’?"

"Just a second..."

Yisha casually reached for the teacup on the desk, but Elvire caught her hand. Glancing at the nearby tea rack, Elvire said, "Go get a new one for yourself."

This was *her* cup. She wouldn’t let anyone else use it, not even Yisha or Elise.

Elvire ignored Yisha’s mournful gaze and took the cup from the young woman’s hand.

Yisha had no choice but to get another cup and pour herself some tea. She took a large gulp before saying, "Sean learned my family’s Magic."

"Did you teach him?" Elvire asked.

"No, I told you, he stole it... He learned it in secret." Yisha’s tone held a hint of grievance.

Elvire didn’t understand. "Blood Magic can be secretly learned?"

"He more than ’could,’" Yisha said, as if tattling. "He learned it just by seeing me use it once that night at the hospital."

Elvire: "?"

"Are you joking?"

"I’m not!"

If she hadn’t personally experienced the might of Sean’s fists, Yisha wouldn’t have believed that someone could really learn a new Magic just by seeing it once.

From that standpoint alone, it wasn’t really stealing.

It was Sean’s own Talent; learning it was a testament to his ability. The reason Yisha used the word "stole" was because she had discovered something even more outrageous.

The Magic Power within a Wizard’s body is finite. Use some, and you have less. Without actively controlling cellular autophagy to replenish it, relying on the body’s natural recovery is extremely slow—about the same speed as digesting a meal.

In other words, every Wizard has a good sense of how much Magic Power they have. If the cost of casting Magic doesn’t match the depletion of their Magic Power, they can discover the discrepancy with a little careful sensing.

For Wizards who fought often, constantly checking and replenishing their Magic Power was a habit. They had to ensure they were always in peak condition so that if something happened, they could just toss their jacket and jump into the fray.

Yisha had this habit as well.

Just now in the hospital room, Sean had controlled a Puppet to attack her, forcing her to retaliate. Although she had only used a single Magic, she still habitually went to replenish her Magic Power after the fight.

And that’s when she discovered that the "amount" of Magic Power in her body didn’t add up.

This time, when she cast Viper’s Bat, the Magic Power consumption was about twenty percent higher than usual.

Just as she was wracking her brain, wondering if she had used Magic Power before coming to the hospital and had forgotten to replenish it, she caught sight of Sean out of the corner of her eye. He was trying to stifle a laugh, the corners of his mouth twitching up into a grin he couldn’t suppress.

Yisha instantly realized the problem wasn’t with her, but with Sean!

Not only had this guy learned her Viper’s Bat, but when he cast it, he was using *her* Magic Power!

"This is Belief Magic."

That’s what Sean had told her.

Elvire: "?"

"There’s a magic system like that?"

"I know, right? It’s definitely not one of the Twelve Magical Paths!" Yisha didn’t understand either, but at that moment, she had been utterly shocked.

So much so that when Sean asked her which one she wanted to learn, she hadn’t answered, instead running straight here to tell her superior about it.

Mysticism is a vast field, one could even say it’s boundless. The more you learn, the less you realize you know.

The Twelve Magical Paths are merely the systems acknowledged by the Wizards of the Era of Polymath as the most powerful; they don’t represent everything. In fact, there are thousands upon thousands of types of Magic, so it’s not strange for any particular form to appear. What was strange was the strength of "Faith Magic"—if this Magic was so powerful, why wasn’t it included in the Twelve Paths?

And then there were those math problems.

This was stronger than most of the Magic in the Twelve Magical Paths.

Yisha couldn’t figure it out.

’Is it because my memories haven’t fully recovered yet?’

Elvire, on the other hand, fell silent.

She was pondering a question—

’Just how much more is this man hiding?’

Every time she thought she had seen the extent of Sean’s abilities, that he was nothing more than that, he would always bring her a new shock and a new surprise.

On the other hand, Elvire also had a slight suspicion that Yisha had been duped by Sean.

She knew Yisha wouldn’t lie to her, but... learning such a complex Blood Magic just by seeing it once, and even being able to steal someone else’s Magic Power for his own use? No matter how you looked at it, it just sounded impossible.