[Subsidiary State of Flenia]
[The Flenial Magic Apprentice Academy]
[Principal's Private Room]
Four months had passed since then.
Since the day she accepted the 'old man' as her master.
The seasons had changed, no longer were there cool winds drifting around nor was there the sweet scent of grass lingering in the air.
Now the sky was bright, the day was hot and the winds were dry.
Carrying with them the salty smell of sweat, sweat that she shed every day.
And it was after another such a sweat inducing session that the old man declared.
"Now we are done with your theory part."
And that declaration, confused her.
Tilting her head slightly, the girl with silver locks re-confirmed what theory meant in her head, getting more confused as she did.
'Didn't theory involve pens, papers, and a lot of magical formulas that I can't remember…?'
'How am I done with my theory part? All I remember doing is- '
