Damn it!

Only when she reached the end of the post did Amelia realize that this nonsensical, fantastically absurd, and peculiarly black-hearted post turned out to be her mother's health supplement advertorial...

What's worse, she actually finished reading it due to sheer boredom!

The Saintess couldn't let this go on; this incredibly bizarre level of boredom could be an early sign of senility...

So, Amelia went to chat with Deckard.

Deckard was an elderly figure incapacitated to a wheelchair. Although he was just a retiring professor, he had a unique skill, which was to read people.

With just his naked eye, Professor Deckard could see through a person's magic circuit, and thoroughly analyze it, providing a detailed overview from its magical power intensity to its casting fluidity and potential.

This is indeed interesting! Especially during long, boring trips, it was a rare form of entertainment, and members of the admissions group gave it a try…

"Young man, your magic circuit is of H-type, suitable for dual-handed spells…"

"My friend, your magic circuit is a tangled mess, I suggest you find a masseuse to realign it…"

"You're too weak. At your age, there's only one line segment. There's probably no hope for you…"

"emmmm…"

When it was Amelia's turn, the old man suddenly fell silent.

"Professor Deckard?" Amelia waved her hand before his lifeless eyes, fearing that this frail old fellow might stop breathing at any second.

The old man lifted his head with profound meaning and took a long, hard look at the Saintess. Suddenly, he murmured, "Could it be… Are you a virgin?"

Amelia: "???"

"Amazing, our professor!” The crowd exclaimed, "Professor, you're so good, you can even tell that?"

"Doesn't that mean you can work as a virginity verifier at the Royal Caroling Medical College in the future, earning a great fortune…"

Amelia's mood worsened, "Professor, what do you mean?"

"Cough, cough, I meant," Deckard realized she had misunderstood him, "Saintess, have you been in the process of recovering strength recently?"

"Ah, yes. Is there any problem with that?" A sudden feeling of unease took hold of Amelia; had the professor noticed a hidden illness in her body?

"Oh, no biggie."

With a relaxed face, Deckard started, "Let me see, did you undergo a highly intensive healing spell after the cold-northern battle?"

"Yes..."

"Did a male magician cast the spell?"

"Yes..."

"And afterwards, didn't you find that your strength dropped to the lower human stage?"

"Yes..."

"And the speed of regaining strength has been incredibly slow?"

"Yes!" Amelia suppressed her excitement, "Professor, you've really figured everything out! Can you tell me what's going on?"

"Oh, no biggie."

Deckard cracked a smile, "Your magic circuit was blocked by the excessive power of the healing spell. No matter how much you practice, at most, you can only reach the upper level of the earthly stage but cannot breakthrough the heavenly stage…”

What?!!

Amelia was so frightened she almost fell off the carriage, but she still maintained an equanimous smile to uphold her Saint image, "No, can't be. There isn't any solution for magic circuit obstruction with current research, is there?"

"Don't panic, young lady, I've yet to finish. There's something unique about your blockage," Deckard continued. "Your distinct physique has caused the terminal of your magic circuit to connect to your 'beep—.' If the man who cast the healing spell on you can 'beep—' through 'beep—' and draw his magical energy back, your problem can be solved."