Hello, is this a letter addressed to Demon Fortress?

Freya stared at the ceiling.

His lips moved.

"That's the fifth one."

Her voice carried undisguised disappointment.

"Each one is worse than the last."

She raised her right hand and gestured for her name.

"The first one can't even maintain the stability of the magic circuit."

"When the airflow swirls, it looks like a chicken with a broken wing."

"Secondly, the incantation is stumbling and hesitant; he can even get stuck during the three-part incantation."

"I was better than him even when I was an apprentice."

"Thirdly, the control precision was so bad that when I tried to make the feather float up, it just popped out of place."

"It's blown up!"

She repeated it, her tone full of disbelief.

"A feather! He blew me away!"

Fourth, they can memorize the theory perfectly, but their practical skills are terrible.

"When I asked him what the core principle of levitation was, he recited a book for me for ten minutes."

"Let him demonstrate; he can't even make his staff float."

"The fifth one..."

She paused for a moment.

"The fifth one is slightly better."

"At least it makes the staff float."

"But the precision of control, the stability."

"That perception of the flow of the wind element."

Her voice grew louder and louder.

"Completely...completely—"

She thought about it for a long time.

I managed to squeeze out a single word.

"--Rubbish!"

After saying that, she collapsed back down.

His chest heaved.

But soon.

That anger was like a bubble that had been popped.

It deflated.

Instead.

It is a deeper, more indescribable emotion.

She stared at the cold light emanating from the magic stone on the ceiling.

A tiny spot of light was reflected in his azure eyes.

"But such a trash mage..."

Her voice was very soft.

"I have mastered the art of levitation."

"And me."

"no."

Her fingers curled up unconsciously.

My fingernail scratched across the velvet of the sofa.

It makes a very faint rustling sound.

She couldn't figure it out.

That basic magic.

That oddball who was secretly called "Dad" by all the wind mages.

She's seen so many people, she learned it with ease.

Her classmate at the wind tower.

A junior who joined the school several years later than her.

Even her apprentice Betty, whom she personally taught.

Betty's handling is so bad it makes you want to bang your head against a wall.

The train was moving like a drunken giant.

But she just can.

She has the ability to make a train weighing hundreds of tons sway and float.

And Freya herself.

The preliminary selection for the Wind Tower Master in the former City of a Thousand Towers.

Champion of the 24th Magic Tournament.

Wind-type initial energy ranks among the top three.

Once the youngest legendary magic genius.

Can she make a feather float?

No.

A self-deprecating smile curved her lips.

The curve was very faint and was quickly smoothed out.

She actually knew.

Wizards and witches in a magical city.

Their mastery and understanding of levitation far surpassed that of the people from Copper Gate City who came to join the transport team.

There is a school of thought in the wind towers there that specializes in the study of levitation.

It has a teaching system that has been passed down for more than ten generations.

There are mountains of books and manuscripts.

If she wants to learn.

Going there is the best choice.

But she didn't.

She chose to detour through Tongmen City.

They chose this remote central city-state, far removed from the magical metropolis.

Because too many people in the magical city know her.

Too many people know her by the name Freya.

Too many people remember the accolades she received.

She didn't want to lose face.

She didn't want those who knew her to know.

The former Wind Tower Master preliminaries.

The champion of that magic tournament.

That youngest legendary mage.

They were actually hiding in a corner.

Secretly learn a basic spell.

And yet, I still can't learn it.

Her fingers curled up again.

This is not just a matter of losing face.

This is her obsession.

From the day she first encountered levitation.

From the day she first discovered that she couldn't make it work no matter what she did.

This obsession was thus planted.

She is a genius.

This is a fact that everyone agrees on.

Her perception of magic, her affinity for the elements, and her understanding of magical circuits.

They are all far beyond the average person.

Any magic, once in her hands...

You only need to watch it once to be able to imitate 70% of it.

You can master the core techniques after practicing three times.

Practice ten times and you'll master it.

That's her talent.

It was something she had relied on since her apprenticeship.

But levitation breaks this rule.

She watched it countless times.

I practiced it countless times.

I consulted every book I could find.

I consulted everyone I could.

No use at all.

That damned feather lay quietly in her palm.

Not moving at all.

It's like they're mocking her.

They mocked all her talent, all her hard work, and all her glory.

In her most prized area.

He was slapped hard by a rudimentary spell.

Therefore, she absolutely cannot.

You absolutely must not let anyone you know find out that you are secretly learning this.

Those halos, those titles, those accolades.

At this moment, they have all become shackles.

They locked her securely in this small room.

Locked on this dark sofa.

Locked beneath this disguise.

Frustrated, Freya began to wait.

And three hours passed during that wait.

Outside.

There was still no movement.

The sound transmission stone lay quietly on the cabinet.

It did not light up.

She stared at the stone.

A hint of uncertainty gradually surfaced in his azure eyes.

"Isn't that... too harsh?"

Her voice was very soft, as if she were talking to herself.

"Mages who can levitate are already rare."

"Especially in this remote central city-state."

"We've managed to find five, that's already..."

She didn't continue.

Just then.

The sound transmission stone lit up.

The pale blue halo stood out starkly in the dimly lit room.

Freya reached out and picked up the stone.

Infuse with magic.

The administrator's excited voice came from inside.

"Miss!"

"I've found it! I've found a mage who perfectly meets your requirements!"

Freya leaned back on the sofa.

The tone was flat.

"You said the same thing about the previous ones."

"No, no, no!"

The other person's voice rose a few decibels.

"This time is different!"

"I saw it with my own eyes! That wizard cast the levitation spell in just four seconds!"

"And it's exceptionally stable!"

"Not a single tremor!"

Freya's fingers paused slightly.

She sat up straight.

"Four seconds?"

"Yes! Four seconds!"

"I saw it with my own eyes! There's absolutely no mistake!"

Freya did not answer immediately.

She held the communication stone.

The fingertips gently caressed the smooth surface of the stone.

To measure a magician's mastery of a spell.

The best standard is to look at the duration of his chanting.

Four seconds.

She's almost as good as her teacher, the master of the Wind Tower.

Her first reaction was disbelief.

A four-second levitation spell, that level of control precision.

How could it possibly appear in a place like Copper Gate City?

But then...

A dark figure appeared in her mind.

Black hair, black eyes.

That simple, unadorned oak staff.

And then there's that almost instantaneous, silky-smooth levitation technique.

She froze for a moment.

"hiss--"

She took a soft breath.

"Could it be yet another genius from a remote city-state?"

She brought the communication stone to her lips.

"You can bring him to see me."

"Let me see if he's up to your standards."