Skrcch!

Elena scratched her plate with the knife she was holding and made a grating sound. She thought it voiced the screams of her heart. Walwiss’ lips twitched. It seemed like he was wondering whether he should continue speaking or stop.

Elena wished her grandfather wouldn’t open his mouth again, but unfortunately, her wishes didn’t come true.

“I understand your dream and your talent. Even I am impressed by your ability to combine magic circles and recount spells,” said the greatest magician in Sunewick and the head of the magical tower. “But Elena, you can only activate magic if you have mana.”

The talent that Elena displayed since she was young had attracted attention and high expectations from everyone around her. Not only was magic enjoyable for her, but she also had talent and got compliments from all the adults around her for it; in a way, it was only natural that Elena fell deeply in love with magic.

As she grew older, her understanding of magic became deeper. Since she was blessed with an environment ideal for mages, she learned even faster than normal; and as she learned more, she wanted to use magic earlier. Thus, she tried her hardest to release her mana...