Aisha also rose from her chair as Aqua hurried around the desk toward her.
"Sure, sure." She said calmly. "Do whatever you want. But only after you solve it."
Aqua scoffed confidently.
"Don't worry about that. After all, I am an Archmage." She puffed out her chest again. "When it comes to the complexities and intricacies of magic, I am a damn genius."
"This is no problem for me at all!"
With that declaration, she plopped down into the chair Aisha had vacated and pulled the nearest stack of papers toward her.
"Let's see what we're working with here." She murmured, her eyes scanning the first page.
And then the second.
And the third.
At first, she was completely confident.
She was a prodigy, after all. A master Archmage who had reached that level at just nineteen years old.
Someone destined to become a Supreme Mage in the future.
This was probably nothing—just some little problem Aisha had gotten stuck on.
