With her eyes closed, Faivy was reciting the incantations of divine magic, surrounded by countless magic circles drawn around her. The perfection of each magic circle enveloping her surpassed that of ordinary clergy handling a single spell.

There was no need to explain just how monstrous Faivy was for being able to maintain all those.

As Johan quietly observed the scene, he noticed a tremor at the edges of several magic circles and slowly opened his mouth.

“Saint. Let’s stop for today.”

“Bishop. I’m not done yet.”

“Continuing beyond this will only hinder tomorrow’s practice.”

At Johan’s firm voice, Faivy …