Ciel's POV
The three of us tried the spell again—together.
Despite pouring our energy into it, despite cycling through different incantations and variations, nothing worked. The air would tremble for a moment, magic flaring and fading just as quickly, leaving nothing behind.
"Haa… I think we should call it a day and try again later," Ael said, collapsing onto the floor, completely breathless.
I nodded. "I agree. There's no use exhausting ourselves like this." I exhaled slowly. "It's better we rest for now and research other spells later."
"Why aren't any of these working?" Serena asked suddenly.
I turned to her. She looked genuinely confused, brows furrowed as though she was trying to piece something together.
"My love," I said gently, "it's because these aren't the real spell—nor are they directly related to it."
"Then what's the point of wasting all this time?" she asked. "Why don't we just use the real spell—or ones that are truly connected to it?"
