I really drew a lucky joker card.
We watched her movements in complete silence, observing how, with the slightest stroke of her pen, a complex and exquisite line, almost indistinguishable from the original drawing, was imprinted on the white paper as her arm and wrist moved. Alice even unconsciously whistled half a whistle, but before I could even glance at her, she quickly returned to her quiet state.
Time passed by, second by second.
Perhaps due to staying up late, or perhaps due to other factors, Leticia's piecing together of the artwork gradually slowed down as the completeness of the objects drawn on the pages increased.
In the end, he couldn't even draw a short line smoothly within a minute. His hands, which were trying to keep the pen tip steady, trembled uncontrollably, and a fine layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.
She finally shook her head and put down her pen, making a reasonable guess: "I roughly understand why this drawing was divided into sections like this."
Her gaze swept over us, a weary smile on her face: "I'd heard Yuel mention it before; it seems to be a little trick for preserving the design. The reason is that the design itself possesses a peculiar magic, requiring a certain level of ability to draw successfully—it's a design with magical power."
"But regardless of who the artist is, one thing is certain: if someone forcibly completes the painting in one place, there is even a chance that the legendary result will occur, where as long as the key points are drawn, it will automatically unleash a powerful effect."
"It's an anti-counterfeiting measure," Alice murmured unconsciously.
understand.
Simply put, it's like an unstable spell that, once constructed, must be activated once magic power is input. The completed blueprint represents that unstable spell, while the magic power originates from the free-floating energy already present in the air.
Although mages with strong magical control can smoothly control unstable spells, keeping them in a state of activation but not yet released, it is difficult to grasp the precise timing for something like a blueprint. Not to mention that the person drawing it is just an ordinary person. Demanding that she absolutely avoid and maintain the state of activation but not release is indeed asking too much of her.
However, when I looked at the papers spread out on the table, a new idea came to me, and I reached out and took a corner of them.
"Hey, hey? Shouldn't we avoid interfering? What if moving like this disrupts our train of thought or triggers something else?"
Stanley, who jumped up abruptly, voiced a discontent that clashed with the silence.
Without paying much attention or responding, I simply shifted my gaze to Leticia and met her eyes in silence.
Without needing to explain or make any demands, Leticia, who had the same idea, smiled and nodded, "Yes, I will continue to complete it."
As she spoke, she picked up the carbon pencil that had been placed aside and began sketching on the remaining blank pages.
My job was to collect one or two completed sheets of paper whenever she seemed to be struggling.
After a moment of silent interaction, the remaining people gradually came to their senses. Stanley, in particular, stared wide-eyed in astonishment, muttering softly, "Hey, hey, could it be...? Is this really possible? Is it really feasible?"
He said he would walk quickly out the door, then take out a stack of precious white paper and gesture for people to "take as much as they want".
It's too noisy, so don't ask anymore.
In fact, I don't know either.
But the hope that remains is sweet, so one can patiently and quietly wait while keeping an eye on the progress.
Then, the moment Leticia finally stopped writing, I had a whole pile of pages filled with lines in my hand.
In the faint, fragmented light of dawn brought by the crystal polyhedron, Leticia, who had been working intensely for several hours, finally let out a long breath, put down her paintbrush that she had worn down countless times, and rubbed her aching wrists.
"I've finished drawing."
Leticia looked at me happily, her smile like that of a child who had received long-awaited candy: "It's a pity that we couldn't finish drawing the entire design in one place, but this is only the first attempt, and I'll have many more opportunities to practice. I'll definitely do better next time!"
"Yes, thank you so much this time, sis."
I made my sincere offer, but Leticia, who had just been so cheerful, suddenly fell silent. She stared at me for a moment and then asked with concern, "What you're about to do won't be very dangerous, will it? It won't be like last time, will it?"
It seems that the previous high tide left her with some psychological trauma.
I shook my head and gave a negative answer.
"……That's good."
She blinked, covered her face and yawned, then stood up unsteadily: "Then I'll go back and catch up on my sleep. Be careful, everyone."
With these words of advice, she disappeared through the open door, and soon even the sound of her footsteps faded into the distance.
I stared at the closed door for a while, then felt a urging pat on my shoulder and nodded to indicate that I understood.
"I'm really lucky."
Alice stretched with a grin: "Now that the deciphering is complete, it seems all that's left is to arrange these things and figure out the hidden secrets, right? Isn't that what you're going to use to convince that person?"
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