Sion looked at teria.
"I have already explained," teria gently pulled down her collar to reveal a white mark over her heart.
The mark ford a stable magic transmission network.
Creating it consud ninety percent of Sion's total Mind, and the imprint could only last for a week.
Once the ti was up, the imprint would vanish and Sion'd need to recreate it from scratch.
The reason it was inscribed over her heart wasn't purely for aesthetics. It was because the heart was the core of the human circulatory system.
The mana needed to be transported throughout the entire body via the bloodstream, making the heart the optimal location for the imprint.
"Was it strictly for treatnt or..," Alfia looked at Sion with a sharp warning gaze.
Her eyes seed to scream that if he dared to try anything funny while treating her, she would brutally beat him to death, even with her sister watching.
In the danmachi lore, Alfia was often harassed by Zeus, though she would always rcilessly repel the perverted god's advances with her magic.
In a sense, this kind of preemptive warning was a reflex developed from dealing with that nuisance of a deity.
"I understand," Sion nodded in response, completely unbothered by her threat.
"In that case, allow to recover my Mind first."
His Mind was nearly exhausted from his dungeon dive, and he was also feeling hungry.
"Let's eat first, then," teria opened a lunchbox and taking out their al.
The food had already gone cold, but Sion was no longer the type of person who had to settle for a cold al.
With a snap of his fingers, Sion used a fire spell that he casually developed last weak. S
Soon, hot steam rose from the dishes, rapidly heating the food. Before long, the al was steaming hot once again.
After finishing his al, Sion sat down in a chair and closed his eyes.
This was a proactive thod of restoring Mind through ditation. While this kind of things wasn't unheard of among mages, Sion's sensory perception and Mind control had evolved to the point where he had touched the depth of magic.
This made his recovery faster than any average mage.
In just half an hour, Sion had completely restored his mind to its peak condition.
"Wait a little longer," Sion said, suddenly thinking of sothing. He took out so parchnt and a pen and began to sketch.
"Magic circle?" Alfia asked, looking at the symbols with doubt. "What are you trying to do?"
"The recoil of your skill is simply too strong. I'm afraid my current mind alone is insufficient to suppress it," Sion said casually.
"I need to design a supplentary magic circle and ritual to assist . That way, we can create an imprint capable of sustaining the suppression for a longer period of ti."
Constructing a magic circle is similar to writing a complex thesis.
Mages need to outline the structure before they begin writing the details.
Although Sion's ntal calculation was excellent, laying out the formula on parchnt made the process much easier and less prone to errors.
There were a total of 4 core nodes and 34 array points, combining to create a matrix of 136 concurrent magic effects.
Even with a clear preparation, there was a high chance of failure if he attempted to cast it chantless or without a physical dium.
Its structural complexity was even greater than that of his recent spell developnts.
"A ritual?" Alfia gazed curiously at what Sion had written.
Three parchnt scrolls were quickly filled with dense, complex magic script. She then watched Sion pause in deep thought for five or six minutes before rapidly writing once again.
So fast... Alfia stared in astonishnt.
This phase was much more complicated than the initial outline, yet he wrote with blinding speed, filling dozens of pages within a single hour.
After he finished writing, Sion gathered the pages, binding them together into a makeshift grimoire, and began to review his work.
After running through the calculations in his head one more ti, Sion nodded in satisfaction.
"Nothing was missed. There shouldn't be any problems."
The process involved translating the desired magical effects into runic script, which would then serve as the blueprint for a massive magic circle.
Sion took out a chunk of mithril, used his mage hand to levitate it in the air, and then ignited a fla beneath it.
After tossing in a packet of alchemical accelerant, the flas completely enveloped the mithril.
Before long, the specially treated tal transford into its liquid state.
With a thought, Sion used mages hand to precisely guide the liquid mithril, tracing the complex inscription of the magic circle directly onto the stone floor.
After quickly finishing the final stroke, Sion stepped back and said, "Stand in the center of the magic circle, and make sure you don't step on any of the runic lines."
"I see." Alfia nodded. She lightly leapt into the air and landed perfectly in the center of the ritual circle.
She was deeply curious to see whether this makeshift ritual could actually work.
With a clattering sound, Sion poured out the magic stones he had collected from the dungeon today.
Then, he crushed them all.
As the raw energy from the shattered stones surged, the magic circle ignited and began to emit a brilliant light.
Having absorbed the raw magic from the magic stones, the liquid mithril forming the magic circle began to shine with crimson glow.
An invisible force acted upon Alfia, making her feel as if she were suddenly bound by heavy invisible shackles.
However, it was precisely the existence of these shackles that made her burdened, failing body feel incomparably lighter.
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