Shortly after Ines had returned to her room, she blankly pondered on her new reality. Her head felt as heavy as a boulder, and it furiously rang like she had been struck thrice with a hammer.
She wasn't a sorcerer, but an Empyrean—or so the Archduke proclaimed.
Clearly, he had seen something and was hiding that from her.
That day on the ship, when she was practicing incantations, although all her attempts but one had failed—in the end, one had minor success.
Although the plant blew up in the end, she could clearly wield mana to some extent.
"But, how could I be an Empyrean?" She confusedly mumbled to herself, leaning back into her seat.
Ines' brows furrowed as she recalled her childhood.
…Truth be told, it wasn't the first time she had learned about Sorcerers and Empyreans.
