Two hours earlier, at 7 p.m., Sylvia had taken a car ride, carrying a notebook, flowers, and a pen. She was in a decidedly sour mood. 0

She sat quietly in the back seat, grumbling to herself in silence. How could he assign so many tasks so casually? Though it came with a note saying that completing two out of three is acceptable and does not require a high level of proficiency, it was still unreasonable, even for a five-credit course—0

"We've arrived," said the driver.0

Lost in her thoughts about the assignments, Sylvia only realized they had arrived when the car stopped. She got out silently, feeling the cool evening air. The setting sun cast a pink hue over the horizon, perfectly complementing the serene atmosphere. 0

Sylvia walked, holding the flowers in one hand. Her neat shoes clicked on the path until she reached a gravestone adorned with flowers.0

Cielia von Elemin Iliade0

Beloved wife of the proud mage Glitheon, and mother of dear daughter Sylvia.0

This was the resting place of her mother, who had wanted to be buried in her hometown. Sylvia had moved to the capital to be near her.0

"I'm here, Mom," Sylvia said, kneeling to place the flowers. "My brother took an aptitude test today."0

Her father had remarried five years ago, and now she had a younger brother who was already four years old.2

"He has no talent for magic. He looks like a potato. A whole...6