He lost all ability to do Intellectual Magic. He can only achieve everything in populist magic.
It has lower potential.
-raises his palm at Liman-
Why should I believe you?
I know you probably wouldn't be able to do it.
But it would still be a distraction.
I could just place a curse on you. To teach you a lesson.
Tell me why I shouldn't.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postYou should have said that before you reached for it.
Now I don't have any way to verify that was your intent.
I'm no fool.
-keeps his palm raised- What kind of curse would you prefer?
Shall I make you blind?
Or should I just make you unable to tell lies?
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post-there's also this strange looking pony
◊ in the woods-
-it has a large saddle on it, western style-
-but no rider in sight-
All our wishes can come true-his glare shoots upwards- ... Gold!
-looks back down at Liman- You- I will not forget you. I will return for this- affront.
-he runs through the tree-
-but he doesn't come out the other-side-
-notices the flare outside the window- Spirit- I must depart quickly.
I gave someone that flare for a very particular reason. And that reason is the man we just talked about.
-he teleports to Liman's position with a flash of golden smoke-
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post-she looks big enough to ride-
-well-
-pony sized-
-if he would even be caught dead riding a pony-
-this symbol is on the side of her saddle
◊ small but noticeable-
-she takes a few steps towards the man, not as talkative this time-
All our wishes can come true

...! -she seems quite surprised at the mask-
-elects to back up a bit-
N-no one...is c-curious what you are doing.
-one of her hand indiscreetly reaches behind her-
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