Smug,
Right now, I've successfully formed my first ever magic spell after coming to this world.
The fireball shone brightly on top of my right palm, making a little crackling sound while blazing aggressively.
I pushed the mana from my core to throughout my whole hand to kind of trigger the spell out of me. It's a simple spell, but I am just mesmerised in the moment where, as a person who came from a world where magic didn't exist to a world where everything is completely outdoing my normal common sense,
"How is it?" I asked; Marylin has been quiet for a while now. Her eyes were glued to my palm, like she had a lot of thoughts going through her mind.
"Why is this fire so violent?" That's not supposed to be a fire a kid like you can create," Marylin asked, there was a visible frown on her face like she was seeing something that she absolutely hates.
"Huh?" I can't make sense of what she is saying, but one thing is for sure:
