Johnathan being the experienced demon king he is was panicked at the sight of his stats. How can someone have a zero for their magic stat and still be able to use skills? He's clearly flying.

"...The status can't identify his race."

"But how!?"

The priest didn't have any words to say after this. Humans and demons share the same magic. They share the same tiers as well. From the weakest to strongest spell type it goes Low Rank

Status is the only known spell surpass grand magic. The Goddess of the earth gifted the status to the humans in the form of a spell. Anyone who can use or create Elite Rank spells is strong enough to be a court magician for any king or queen they choose. The status spell was made to be used by priests and grows with the user. Strengthening both the status and the user.

"What are his stats like, Dad?"

Rin and Scarlet were getting impatient. The father quickly responded.

"He has zero for his magic stat."

"That's impossible. Hey, Moniker do that thing you did before."

Scarlet turned to face Moniker. He was confused by what she said. He turned his head and gazed at her. Then Scarlet explained.

"You know... Use the fire again."

Moniker still didn't know why she was staring at him. Then Scarlet lit her index finger with a red flame. Moniker remembered from earlier. Moniker then held out his palm. Golden sparks appeared casting a heavenly light in the room. Upon Moniker's hand was the most beautiful golden flame any of them had ever seen. All of their eyes lit up in awe. The shimmering golden sparks that were curving and wrapping themselves around the flame in an astonishing spiral were truly amazing. The sparks were dancing with one another in pairs and groups. A high pitched whistling sound was coming from the fire.

He then held out his other hand simultaneously and a mystifying silver flame had appeared. The two flames had the same bright sparkle like gemstones.

Moniker the clasped his hands together and the room was silenced. He opened his hands again and the singular flame that remained was the most graceful and elegant thing they had ever seen. The flame then burst outward like a gentle explosion and only the sparks of gold and silver remained. The sparks fluttered down toward the ground. Before the beautiful sparks had a chance to hit the marble floor they all disappeared without a trace.