“’Kay, let’s fix it…” (Suimei)
Magic surged from his feet. A red circle was created below him. The magic circle rotated and became bigger. After connecting several strings, it stabilized.
And then-
“” (Suimei)
“Rather than a repair, it’s more like returning it to its previous state. The circle separated into two from below the armor. It rotated and flew up. The parts return back to their original places. When the magic circle reached the top, the armor was back again.
“Good. Just like before. Not good, not bad.” (Suimei)
Bragging a little about his magic, he tapped the automaton. It can’t move anymore. Since the magic inside is already destroyed, this is nothing but a wreck shaped like the automaton.
Suimei entered the room the automaton was guarding; it was another room other than the archive room.
That’s right. It’s the summoning room.
The purpose was to analyze the summoning circle and find a way to reverse it. If that can’t be done, he just has to make it himself. And now, he’s rummaging through the summoning research book.
I want to return. I have a duty to my father. To achieve it, it’s best to return there with the research results, magic items, and research materials.
Even though he’s sure he can do anything here if given the time, he doesn’t want to waste anything. He doesn’t know if he can make it there in time. Time is scarce. That’s why the top priority is to return home.
That’s right, and the other reason is…