Confusion, incomprehension, doubt...
Even a certain degree of fear.
In the heart of this man named Malcolm, intricate thoughts were breeding emotions known as apprehension.
In the mysterious world he knew, major schools possessed outstanding talents, a long history, and numerous dedicated scholars who continuously engaged in research.
In such situations, the major schools explored and utilized their own Spells in the most thorough and comprehensive manner, basically consistent with the basic positioning of a large school.
But for smaller schools like the one Malcolm came from...
The situation often wouldn't be so comfortable.
At best, a small school might master three to five Spells.
Then, it could use this ability to sustain its own interests and have a certain level of power in a specific field, allowing for a passable existence.
But if unlucky...
According to what Malcolm knew, there were even micro schools that only possessed a single Spell.