A long table was set in the castle's spacious courtyard.
A broom rested beside the table, and on top of it were several water cups, spoons, and a few chopsticks.
Qingtian the black cat was sprawled on the table.
It lazily swayed its tail, PURRRRING as it sunbathed, the picture of leisure.
Leech stood by the table, looking at the two youths before him.
When they turned to look at him with questioning gazes, Leech gave a slight nod, signaling for them to begin.
The black-haired youth went first, chanting a Spell.
One of the chopsticks on the table slowly rose, followed by a second. The pair circled around him.
After two rotations, the chopsticks fell limply to the ground.
This was Mage's Hand, a minor trick with little practical use.
Still, successfully casting this Magic proved the youth could indeed be considered a Caster.
A useless Caster.
The other youth, the one with yellow hair, also began to chant a Spell.
