For the man who had just accepted the existence of magic and magical beings, the idea of a mystical threat called the Black King was too much to process. It was the same with being thrust into a land under threat of invasion. He'd lived a life too far from war or conflict of any sort to properly wrap his mind around his new reality. He was aware of his inexperience to an extent, but knew it was best to set it aside... until the conversation focused on the Black King.
With nothing of value to contribute and the looming dread that came with realizing one was in danger, he focused on replicating Ipharia's spell in silence. It felt harder this time, as if there was a resistance to it that prevented him from fully appreciating it. It was like understanding a foreign language yet knowing your tongue wasn't trained to echo the words back.
"Er-, I'm ready to learn, but I can't cast this one," he said, gazing at his outstretched hand. Did Hiroko and Honami's abilities have similar limits? Although his knowledge over games was admittedly lacking, he knew about leveling up. Kaito felt as if he’d get laughed at for saying that out loud, but then again, this world had already shown itself to be unpredictable.
He checked that his things were in order and began to follow Ipharia, picking bits of foliage that had gotten lodged between the pages. "I'm going to guess that no one in this settlement would know anything if we asked."