Chapter 75: Mold Magic (2/2)
Ah… She sees right through me. She is innocent deep down, but she has a very keen eye and instinct. For some reason, she is very good at seeing through people's real intentions… And yeah, no matter how hard I try to look edgy and grumpy, I am actually… a good person I suppose.
The mold was still there patiently waiting for an order from Benladann.
”Hm… how about we try it out some more?” I asked.
”Eh? How?” she asked.
”I remember you said that you were able to control it around midair… Why don't you practice that Telekinesis you got?” I asked her.
Benladann glanced at me as if she had been suddenly enlightened… Seriously? It was put a little idea, I guess she doesn't come out with them unless I tell her.
It pains me to admit it, but she is kind of an airhead… Well, she's still a good-hearted girl.
”You're right…! I didn't think about that… Let's do it then!” she said as she swallowed saliva again and pointed her hands at the ball of mold, which twisted a bit as she ordered it to… float.
”Float!” she said, pointing her left hand's index finger at it, and then moving it upwards, giving the mold the signal to move upwards by floating.
The mold began to twist around and gibbered, it pulsated a bit grotesquely, and then, it suddenly jumped into the air!
Flash!
Like a flash of black color, it reached the air, and… instead of falling, it remained floating in midair.
I glanced at Benladann's Mana, it was being consumed very slowly to maintain the mold afloat, around 1 Mana every 10 seconds.
Benladann smiled cheerfully, she was slowly losing her fear to the Mold now that she realized that she was becoming capable of controlling it.
”I did it! Drake, did you see?” she asked with a cheerful smile, her smile was so beautiful it made me skip a beat…
”Of course I did! Amazing work, Benladann! I've always trusted you!” I said.
”Now what can we do?” she asked with expectation.
”Hm… How about you try making things float by sticking mold on them?” I asked.
”Oh… you're right, I could do that…” she said while nodding and rubbing her chin.
I quickly gave Benladann a pot made of ice and told her to stick the Mold to the base and make it float.
She ordered the mold to move there, pointing it with her finger rather timidly.
The mold slowly moved where she wanted, and then she put the pot back to the ground.
”Float.” She said, her eyes blazing with a strong will.
The pot began to tremble a bit, but then it stopped.
”Ah…” she sighed.
However, right after she sighed, the pot was suddenly lifted into the air…
”I did it…” she said.
”Excellent work!” I said.
As Benladann smiled back at me, she continued to practice.
Let's do our best, Benladann.
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