People will look into me after tomorrow's spectacle at the latest. Have I left traces? Since gaining my perception ability my confidence in outfoxing magic investigators really trying has reached zero. Keeping a key ability hidden may be good tactics, but for training purposes it is horrible. I see no way out of that dilemma.

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  The training has to be in combat. I could hardly sneak out of the base at night to become Batman or a badly shaved version of Sailor V. Besides, the prisoners I'd take would talk.

  This problem is unsolvable for now. It turns out that having legs really blocks your mind with respect to locomotion. Snakes propel themselves just fine on land. After my flyer, retroactively named Bock's car #1 and Dalek #1 my third servant Shai-Hulud #1 becomes active. In terms of material it is the best yet. A few meters of steel cable I have imbued with mana to create a real magical weapon and instructed for serpentine movement, including the side-winding mode, becomes active. It isn't venomous, but, believe me, you do not want it around your neck.