The next morning, I took a grimoire to the hillside behind the mansion. My mastery of Basic Motus Animae was perfect; a glance with Inquisitor's Gaze confirmed 100% proficiency. I could now manipulate seven Wurfklingen as if they were my own limbs, but pushing beyond that number was impossible, a hard limit of the spell itself.
That was why I’d sought a place with purer air and higher-quality mana than the annex—the heart of the forested hill.
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