"For one, I can summon a big wolf."
The moment the words left Aveline's mouth, Selaphiel froze.
Sensing the sudden shift in atmosphere, Aveline grew uneasy as Selaphiel pierced her with an intense, unreadable stare. The silence stretched.
Finally, the elf spoke again, her voice was low and deliberate.
"How big is this wolf you can summon?"
"Not too big,"
Aveline answered hastily, rushing to clarify the details of her magic.
"It doesn't have a physical form—it appears as a phantom. I have to spend a significant amount of mana for it to interact with the physical world, and even then, it's only for an extremely brief moment. I can't use the spell again for a while after that."
"I see,"
Selaphiel responded, her expression loosening just slightly.
She spoke again.
Aveline visibly relaxed—until Selaphiel's voice followed once more.
"And here I thought Lugh was the only anomaly."
Aveline immediately tensed.
"Wait. Are you comparing me to Lugh?"
