"How can you conjure Mana from an empty furnace?"

Medea responded to Atram's question with an air of self-evident certainty.

There's nothing there.

"For you magicians now, there really is nothing to see."

"The technology for generating magic is still in its primitive stage."

"The difference is like being on a different dimension."

When faced with Medea's attempt to belittle him, Atram could only feign calmness and continue asking.

"And what about your chanting?"

"I put all my effort into designing the chanting method to shorten the chanting time in this workshop, which is why it only takes three days and three nights to complete!"

Hearing so many questions, Medea simply said one sentence.

“I don’t need chanting.”

Medea saw Atram, who still didn't understand what was happening.

Then he went on to explain.

"For me, magic is simply a matter of giving the next instruction."

These words were a huge blow to Atram. His initial excitement subsided, and he hung his head with a gloomy expression.

Medea turned her head and looked around before speaking.

"Although you have done something very wrong, please stop using this magic workshop."

“Misusing life is the worst course of action. As users of magic, we cannot ignore magic workshops that are operating at a loss.”

At this moment, Atram, who had been looking gloomy, suddenly seemed to remember something and smiled again.

"No, I really am."

"I don't really know much about servants!"