Edna sighed as she wrapped up with training, sweat clinging to her brow as she lowered the new staff.
A gift from her mother-in-law.
The sun had already dipped low into the horizon, painting the courtyard in a dim amber glow.
Evening had fallen.
She rotated her stiff shoulders and exhaled long, chest rising and falling with exhaustion.
"I'm tired~" she yawned, stretching her arms high, her muscles protesting.
It had been another grueling session under her mother-in-law's sharp eyes, and though Edna had once struggled to even grasp mana, she now wielded magic with a confidence she never thought possible.
She even learned runes as of late.
Despite the late start, she was advancing faster than anyone could have imagined.
She was certain now — her mastery was approaching that of the Empire's recognized mages like Sir Lucius Arotvale.
Of course, she knew the truth of why.
'It's all thanks to Azel,' she admitted inwardly, her lips twitching into a faint smile.
