Delaman's magic wand tapped lightly on the invitation, and soon, a murky glow appeared on the wand.
"Um..." Delaman pushed his thick glasses up his nose, and then turned to look at Hewinia and Orenna beside him, "Indeed, I felt remnants of a spell on the invitation, and judging by the type and scale... Miss Hewinia, what did you say you experienced last night?"
"The Second Note's Light Touch Technique." Hewinia replied.
"Yes, that must be it," Delaman nodded slightly, "You see, a hundred years ago, this was a very normal, common spell, but now, in combination with other spells, it has indeed lost its original meaning and become somewhat unacceptable. Miss Hewinia, I think I understand why you were so agitated last night."
Pausing for a moment, Delaman then turned his head to look at Orenna.
"Miss Orenna, I would like to hear your explanation."
