Being put on the spot like that, Jean was rendered speechless.
Why was she so eager to learn magic?
'Do I even want to learn magic?' She asked herself.
#Right! Just give up already!#
*But what about our dreams?*
'What dreams?'
Ever since that "fateful" day, all Jean ever dreamt of was her mother's savage demise.
Jean's composure shattered as the weight of the question and its implications dawned upon her.
Learning magic and walking the path of magehood was a foregone conclusion to the heirs of renowned clans. It was just something they had to do because it was the only way the clans could hold onto their positions. Although society appeared refined and tranquil, it was truly a vicious battlefield filled with underhanded tactics and subterfuge. The only thing keeping the Empire from falling apart was the unspoken cold war waged between the various powers that be.
