There Really Isn't a Mana Circuit

Chapter 101

Professor Iris's private research lab.

Steam rose from the warm black tea between us as we sat facing each other on the plush leather sofa.

I swallowed hard at the vicious verdict she'd just delivered—'I will dissect every last detail of your body.'

"Now then."

Iris placed a notebook on her lap, pen in hand, and stared at me with the eyes of someone looking at a frog on a dissection tray.

"Then let's start with a basic diagnosis. First, could you roughly explain how Cassian constructed his mana circuit?"

Ah.

I felt from the very first step that things had gone horribly off track.

'That kind of thing doesn't exist. A mana hole, maybe.'...