No, judging by her gender, she wasn’t a goat, but a billy goat. Hm, interesting horns, but…
— What am I even doing? — at last her mind managed to process a dose of revelation. And still, it was unsettling that she felt only mild surprise, not… screaming, gasps, hysteria. Nothing at all. Instead of a normal reaction – just a question: “Am I a goat?” To which she only answered that she was a billy goat… Yeah. Clarity of mind and stupidity. Did she lack critical thinking? Or maybe these horns had been created out of her emotions, which was why she was so… numb?
That could be. After all, just minutes ago she had been flying with magic, so such a theory had the right to exist. Had she changed races? What was she now? A beastkin? Or… who else could have horns and still look human? No one but them. Demons, maybe – but they were either grotesque or utterly unlike what she saw in her reflection: normal skin, normal eyes, a normal face. Demons were supposed to be red-skinned, or have warped flesh, and generally look monstrous. And besides, if she were a demon, shouldn’t she have a tail? That was… their standard look, wasn’t it?
So the question remained: what kind of beastkin was she? Possibly some goat-like variant. Rams had twisted horns, deer had massive ones. Who else? Antelopes… maybe? Was she now some kind of little antelope? And more importantly, could she eat grass? If so, food wouldn’t be a problem. She could even test it right now.
— Aaaah, — She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. What interested her were her teeth, since herbivores had squarer teeth, while predators had fangs. Evolution wouldn’t give fangs to the former or flat teeth to the latter, since their diets were completely different – one grass, the other meat. Her teeth looked normal, but those sharp ones… what were they called… ah, right, fangs. Very sharp. Hmmm, so maybe she wasn’t entirely herbivorous? Intriguing. But why? She’d have to note this and ask if she ever met other intelligent beings.
Whatever the case, the bigger question was why she felt so… cold. Even as a beastkin, she shouldn’t be so detached from emotions. Maybe when she was transported here, her body had been altered but her mind hadn’t fully adjusted? Maybe her mind hadn’t yet adapted to the new body, which explained the emotional apathy. Her body was now stronger, hardier, simply more durable. Which meant better circulation, faster metabolism… Could that be the cause?
Sefi wasn’t a biologist, but it was the most plausible theory she had. In any case, she needed to get used to this place, then find other intelligent beings and ask them about herself.
— Hm, by the way… — She should try magic. After all, her new theory needed proof. Belief, imagination, and joy. Like a magical girl’s spell, only without all the love and cringey transformations into a cutesy little loli. First things first… — I want fire.
She stretched out her hand and imagined flames, the way they licked at a campfire. She tried to feel joy from their warmth. Nothing happened. No flame, not even a spark – just emptiness.
— That’s… disappointing, — she said, sighing as she looked at the sky. Where was the mistake? Did she need an incantation? Something like, “Volentus, ignite-us”? Speak it aloud? If so – she was doomed. She didn’t know this world’s language. And hoping for sheer coincidence… the chance was tiny. And she doubted her lifespan would be enough to stumble on the right word. — Well, at least I can fly. That’s already good.
Learning to appreciate what you have – that was the key. Joy mattered most, when you didn’t even know where you were.
***
Evening came. The firewood was gathered. There was plenty, but the problem remained. No matter how hard she tried – she could not light a fire. She tried everything: stones, sticks, a ray of sun. How? She took a flask from the skeleton’s bag, filled it with water, and tried to focus the ray, but it didn’t work. Even the monocle – useless. These dry grasses would not burn. Perhaps she was doing something wrong. But in survival, that used to work! Why not with her? Or were the grasses strange?
Still, no need to get worked up. Better to focus on results.
There were successes: she found water, only fire was left to make it boil so she could drink. She buried the skeleton, but kept several bones – long ones, from legs and arms. Femurs? They were strong; if broken properly, they would make sharp things, and that meant weapons – tie it to a stick and there’s a spear. Third success – she arranged the entrance to the cave. She brought long sticks, leaned them to make shade, and covered them with leaves. Home ready.
— Alright, no harm in trying. There’s nothing else to do anyway, — she said, stretching her hand toward the fire. Yes, again she tried to use magic. Last time it didn’t work, but maybe now it would? Back then she might have been tired from using... uh... mana? She had to try. She closed her eyes...
In her head – the same scene, but now Sefi tried to reproduce it even more vividly: the sound of breaking logs, the smell of smoldering blocks, the color of fire, the shadows. And the joy of it all. And...
She smelled smoke
It was real. It had worked. But how? How did this work? Last time it hadn’t. Perhaps her imagination then hadn’t been precise enough? She needed to imagine more?
— I need to run an experiment, — she took several sticks and stepped back a meter. How does it work? Needs to be figured out.
With the first stick she imagined it burning – and it worked. Exactly “the stick is burning.”
With the second – she tried to reproduce fire without wood, right on her hand, even though she imagined the same thing. It didn’t work. Apparently, there were limits. Without the necessary resource – no result. Or else...
— What if I imagine that the fire is exactly on my palm? — Sefi closed her eyes. The image began to take shape in her head. Here was her palm, slowly catching fire. In the center – yellow flame, at the sides – blue, like a gas stove. Only this was her hand... no matter. — This is how it really works, — she said.
She felt joy. Not delight, but rather pride. She had mastered magic without teachers, books, or anyone’s help. That was... cool! Alright, better not get carried away.
The fire was burning on her hand
It did not cause harm, only gave a pleasant warmth... Until she realized it wouldn’t go out. She tried to shake it off – no result. She hit her hand against the ground – to no avail. She poured water – and only then did it extinguish.
— Hm, it seems that for magic to come out it requires imagining exactly the effect that can be achieved. — Example the same visible campfire.
At first she wanted fire, just fire, and used magic. However, Sefi imagined in her head that fire was burning on the campfire, and so it didn’t work. Logical.
The second time she did the same, and it produced an effect – exactly on the campfire, as in her imagination. Two elements came together like pieces of a puzzle. And that was logical: fire that simply “is,” and fire that “burns on the campfire,” are completely different in concept. For the first, nothing is needed except her... uh, probably mana? For the second, fuel in the form of wood is required, which she imagined when she pictured the fire. At first glance, there may seem little difference, but there is!
Her magic apparently worked like a catalyst, activating her “imagination.” Worth keeping in mind when she casts. She needed to run experiments... but tomorrow. For now – with this mindset she needed to fall asleep...
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Alright, the revelations of the century were too great – she could not fall asleep. The time for experiments had come... So, first of all she needed to learn the limits of magic – what it could and could not do. After all, by knowing the limits one could understand where it was dangerous and where it was safe.
— “I should update my clothes,” — she thought, looking at herself. Yes, the night was dark and impenetrable, but the campfire gave tongues of flame that scared the darkness and filled her with confidence. Her clothes were in terrible condition. Barely covered the necessary places, and even underwear peeked out if... uh... she moved, so something had to be done. Urgently. Flashing panties and bra was not an option.
She had absolutely no problems with clothing design. None at all. After all – as a representative of the fair sex, she knew the value of beauty and money. Her new “intended” outfit consisted of a long cloak, black pants, and a brown shirt. Optionally—for convenience – a vest and a belt, and shoes – with a hard sole and necessarily gray in color, so that dirt would not show. Simple clothing, rational, and containing very few decorative elements – nothing extra. Several pockets on the pants, buttons in the right places. The cloak not elegant, but simple rags, even a robe, honestly, brown, so that dirt would be less visible. Long, but not so much as to interfere with walking. Why so little beauty? Well, she wasn’t stupid – she knew there were limits to living “magic,” and more elements meant more things to create, and that meant more strength. And if she were to pass out from exhaustion, or worse, die – what a disgrace.
First she created the cloak – as the simplest thing. It materially formed in front of her before disappearing. Concentration was lost at the last stage... apparently that also affected everything. Hmm... Unfinished magic – what effect would it have? For example... hm, if she half-burned a tree, and then her focus slipped – would it keep burning or go out? So much to discover! She had to know.
Excitement within her was growing more and more, as was joy, so there was no need to worry about it. Strange that she saw even joy as a limited resource, just... how to put it... She did not really feel emotions, or rather, did not express them? Therefore, echoes of surprise, anxiety, or simple pride resonated within her as something greater than expected. And since joy was a source of magic, its absence would have hindered her and the whole experiment. But the more conditions she discovered and the more she did, the stronger her pride in herself grew. Such a mind! A genius! Simply delightful.
— Just as I expected, — she declared with extra pride, as if her chest might burst from the amount. Even though it was just fabric, convenient to wear thanks to several ropes for fastening to the body – nothing more. Just fabric. But it was too desired for her, so she immediately wrapped herself in it. After that came the turn of the shirt. Its creation was harder – it pressed tightly right onto her body.
Drops of sweat slid from her forehead, and the girl began to breathe quickly. So this was the limit, apparently. The shirt was also complete... yeah, it should have been made a little different, perhaps even more reduced in details. Shortening the sleeves? Then it would be a T-shirt... hm, why not? Nevertheless, Sefi simply waited, looking at the fire – for about an hour, in her opinion – yet the fatigue went away.
— Hm...
The creation of the T-shirt was harder – the mind was full of designs, and that got in the way. To be the only one responsible for everything – it was tough. So she squeezed her eyes shut tighter and sort of scrolled through the list in her head. This mental representation reduced the strain – surprising, really.
The shirt, now more precisely – the T-shirt – blended with the robe. Fit well, and better than just having... only a torn dress. Next in line were the pants, but at the end she lacked the strength, so the experiments and clothing creation ceased.
It was the hardest, yet most productive day
No pants, so she went into the cave, closed the entrance, wrapped herself up tighter, and closed her eyes. Whether exhaustion helped, or something else – strange, but it helped. And now she could sleep.
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***
Morning was cold. For some reason. Had the weather gone bad? What a pity. If winter came, then Sefi was not sure she would survive… although… wait.
It was not the weather that was cold. Not at all. And the cave seemed fine… it was her…
— Why am I naked? — she asked, looking at herself. Not completely without clothing, but naked. Her panties and bra remained, but that cloak and T-shirt had disappeared. How?! What kind of joke… and her body felt lousy, dragging her down even more toward sleep. Her head was spinning, or maybe already losing it? — What’s wrong with me…
So, what did she have now? Nothing. At least the underwear remained – thanks for that. But its black color did not add any beauty, and the trembling of her skin in no way increased warmth. Damn, yesterday it was fine! So why?.. Wait.
— I created this with magic. That means, all the time it existed it was consuming… mana? — She did not know how to properly call this energy, so she named it “mana.” After all, that was what many called this little thing. It turned out, when her mana ran out, the clothing simply evaporated?
That explained her… uh, situation. And the weakness in her body – apparently she had reached her limit. Difficult, but how to understand one’s own limit? She would have to figure it out… And since she was lying there, she might as well do it now. She had ideas…
— Hm… no need to shout test names. Probably, it has to be imagined in the head. After all, all magic works that way. — She could think, and roughly pictured different images. First herself with some kind of blue energy, then simply a transparent jar. Didn’t work. Then she tried numbers… didn’t work. Then a bar, like in games – absolutely no. — Um… how?
This was a challenge. A terrible challenge. She had no conception of it, no fantasy, no thoughts. And now…
— Nothing… uff. — So, in the head it didn’t work. But maybe on the body there were some marks? Moving her hand was difficult, as was her head. She lifted her head. No marks on her body. The fact that she was almost naked helped – well, nothing on her back either, it seemed. She rolled over and looked at her back: there were bits of dust and small stones that had seeped through the leaves, but nothing more. The girl checked also… her charms. Just in case, what if there was a bar of strength there? Well, if it were there… that would be difficult. But at least if it were, and since it wasn’t… then it wasn’t. She had searched as best she could.
So, she tried to feel the energy. Like it happened in Chinese… uh, manhua? Manhwa? Man-something. Or just like in “Kung Fu Panda” – there they talked about energy “Qing” or “Jing,” whatever. If mana worked that way, then maybe she could feel its echo inside herself or from herself? Hmm… uff…
She closed her eyes again, nothing changed, the same darkness as in the cave, but more focused. Seemed right, so better that way. Now she tried to breathe purposefully, tense her body to hear the sound, bit her lip… but it didn’t help. Maybe she should relax and somehow… uh… be fluid? After all, it was mana, energy, and it would be more easily seen in a relaxed state… right? Or maybe she needed to press harder on herself…
She tried both, neither worked. Damn. What to do? Hm, although, there was one idea – maybe instead of feeling, she should release what she had, like an aura? Uh… like when people get angry, the atmosphere changes, something like that. And since magic had worked with positive emotions, then better to try with those, maybe with sincerity? Uh, why not? Sincerity is joy, after all… maybe she didn’t understand the difference, in cartoons sincere characters were always kind.
— Hm… what’s this? — Apparently it worked, since she saw a blue or almost transparent light around her body. It barely glowed, but it was there. Hm, it turned out easier than she thought. (Not forgetting all those attempts.) Was she a born mage or simply a genius? Both options were good, so she took both. Heh-heh-heh, she almost sparkled with pride… but… — What to do now?
She could do nothing. The body was too weak to move, and there was no mana. No activities either. Clothes, unfortunately, none. All that remained was to stare into this darkness and simply wait? Hope for a miracle?
— I didn’t think of that.
***
It wasn’t boring. More uncomfortable, lying like that – another quirk of the body? Possibly. After all, she could never just lie and stare at the dark ceiling of the cave, but now she managed and only changed her sleeping position thirty-five times. Success. In the future, cut it down to thirty-three.
While lying there, she thought through dozens of options for testing magic. But the most important thing was… probably magic that allowed reading? Probably that. After all, she had a book, but didn’t know the letters. However, she could fix that… with magic!
Sefi wasn’t sure she could force magic to affect the brain. First, in her opinion, that was impossible, and second, very dangerous. What if she did it wrong – and became disabled? And she had to live, after all. So no, no, no. That option wasn’t needed. Instead, she imagined that monocle – but with a spell that would allow reading by magic. Brilliant, wasn’t it? She was smart, yes indeed. Heh, now all that remained was to wait for her mana to fully restore… or at least for her physical strength to recover. She needed to enchant it, and if that failed, then simply create it; and since magic could sustain matter, then even a small lens should appear.
Second: she had to keep a closer watch on her mana. After all, she hadn’t understood her full limit, so work would have to be done through trial and error. The main thing was that these errors not become fatal. So control was necessary.
Third: a fairly simple matter. She wanted somehow to increase her mana capacity and more quickly make herself proper clothes that would not disappear after sleep. Otherwise, total disaster. Maybe she could somehow restore her red dress? Like, with magic it would be returned to its “factory” state? And since there were actual threads there, unlike with magical clothing, it should not evaporate in the same way. Still… she would have to try.
Fourth – understand more about magic: could it be used to call rain, for telekinesis, for simple daily needs? And also… could food be created with it? Most likely not. After all, food created from mana would simply return to the stomach. And so on endlessly. But it was worth testing…
Because she had already lived three days without food. She had to fill her stomach, otherwise she’d die of hunger. And that she did not need. Maybe she could go to a pond and catch fish? In the worst case – hunt animals. And yet… she hadn’t seen any. At all. What kind of forest had no animals? A strange, wrong kind of forest.
Since the subject turned to food, she wanted to know what she ate. Everything? Or only meat, or plants? From her teeth it was clear – everything. But practice was still needed. After all, knowing more about herself would not hurt.
And lastly, the woman thought about a home. If she was lucky with magic and could cast properly, then she would need to start building a house. At least a small one. Otherwise, the cave… was not very convenient for that.
***
Time passed. She didn’t know how much exactly, but it did. The body became normal, and she went outside the cave. The first change – the fire had gone out. A pity, but no matter. The second...
— Hm… — It seemed only a few days had passed, but apparently more than a week? The camp had changed: it looked different, everything overgrown. Unpleasant, but she had to work and explore.
First of all, she took out the book and the monocle, then sat down on the ground. Not in underwear, of course, but in the pants she had created – it would be convenient to notice when mana drained away. And only in pants! That was important: she would use only two magical things, and no more – dividing mana would wear out her capacity.
— So then… — While lying in the cave, she had already worked out how to enchant the monocle. The spell had to start with light — so she could immediately know the enchantment had succeeded. Smart, right?
And the “translator” itself worked simply: the text would be translated like in Google Translate – superimposed on the original. However, to study the language and culture, she made it so the translated word appeared directly beneath the written text. That would let her grasp the meaning and, based on that, learn the language itself. At least, that’s what she assumed. Well, at least she could now read the alphabet – that was already something, wasn’t it?
In general – that was all she needed. Time to get to work!
Visualization? Done! Joy? More than enough! Faith? Too much! Today she was overly inspired – apparently she had reached the limit of existence’s anticipation. Very good. Magic was such a cool thing!
As she wanted, light appeared – and immediately she impatiently put on the monocle. Hm… at first the text was the same, but within a second everything fell into place. The letters changed and turned into a familiar, readable language.
“Spell to make clothes clean and spotless”—so the book’s cover read. So this means, a spell to…
— What did I even find?.. — There was disappointment, yet the girl did not stop reading. The book turned out to be thin… but, eh, packed with everything?
[Spell: Garment Cleansing]
Class: Household Magic / Support
Difficulty: High
Mana Cost: Depends on the level of dirt and the amount of clothing
Description:
This spell is one of those that make a mage’s life just a little better, cleaner, and more comfortable. It won’t save you in battle, won’t set fire to an enemy’s heart, but it will give you the blessed feeling of freshness. Like freshly washed laundry hung out in the wind – the light scent of cleanliness, dry fabric, and warm sunlight. Clothes after the spell feel as though they just came from the tailor’s table – clean, smooth, slightly cool to the touch, with a barely noticeable scent… different for each caster. Some sense mint, others fresh pollen, others a sunny morning. It isn’t an actual magical effect, but rather a side perception shaped by the mage’s own mind in the moment of casting.
Execution:
For the spell to work, the mage must:
1. Touch the garment or at least point to it. The closer the contact, the stronger the effect.
2. Focus on the feeling of “cleanliness” – imagine dust falling away, fabric smoothing, droplets of dirt sliding off, or greasy stains dissolving.
3. Optionally – speak the formula. The words aren’t fixed, but the traditional phrase goes:
> “Clean. Bright. Free. Leave behind what was not needed.”
If the image is strong enough, even silence will do.
The spell gently releases mana, channeling it into the fabric. The energy “pushes out” everything unnecessary: dust, odors, moisture, blood traces, even particles of grease. The fabric vibrates slightly – almost imperceptibly. Sometimes it feels as if a faint breeze passed through it. If the mage does everything correctly, the clothing is completely cleansed and feels a little lighter.
Sensations:
After successful casting:
1] The fabric feels fresher, as if it absorbed a breath of morning air.
2] The smell of sweat, dampness, or rot disappears.
3] A light feeling of comfort arises, like that of clean bedding.
Even the air around seems a little purer – a subjective but pleasant effect.
Difficulties and Failures:
1] Excess mana: if the mage channels too much, the fabric may lose color or become brittle. In rare cases, the garment literally falls apart – especially if old.
2] Lack of concentration: the spell fails, or only the surface is cleaned. The clothes will look “clean,” but still carry odors and stains inside.
3] Special fabrics: enchanted, living, or spiritually marked cloth may resist the spell or even reflect it. Best case – it simply fails. Worst case – it rebounds, weakening the mage.
4] Emotional state: anger, panic, or overexcitement may distort the effect. Then the clothes might smell like smoke, feel prickly, or turn flimsy as cobweb.
Recommendations:
Best used in the morning or before sleep, when the mind is calm.
Do not clean more than three sets of clothing at once – mana drains easily.
Works especially well in tandem with the spells “Drying” and “Repair.”
Above all – be sincere in your magic
[End]
That was… what, a tutorial? Eh… an introduction to the subject, really. Despite its brevity – it was useful. Very much so. Magic in itself was excellent, and cleaning clothes in times like these would make life easier. Still… one had to extract more benefit from even the simplest things. After all… there was a lot written here. The fact that emotions could alter the final result – that was striking. Overcharging was a risk, and it could ruin the spell. As for lack of concentration – well, that she had already guessed.
The first point – it felt strange. Magic was supposed to draw upon joy, wasn’t it? She had always worked with that assumption, and now… perhaps not? At the end of the text it did say that sincerity mattered most. Maybe she had misread her own feelings before. The first time, she truly longed to fly and ended up igniting a campfire. And now with the monocle again, she had wanted it so badly. Perhaps that was the key: sincerity.
And another note – the spell claimed that scent varied by the caster’s preference. Could it be that emotions and thoughts shaped the outcome?
The second point – overflow mattered. If one attempted a controlled explosion, for example, excessive power might either detonate too violently or burst right near the caster. But how to know when it was “too much”? Perhaps it was tied to overconcentration, or the intensity of desire. A subject worth studying more carefully.
The third point – magical items. It made sense, given she lived in a magical world. But the implication ran deeper: if there were enchanted garments and tools, then they seemed to persist without draining mana – unlike hers. That was crucial knowledge if she wanted lasting clothing.
Most important of all – incantation. The text suggested that full concentration alone could succeed, yet words also worked… which meant one thing: words functioned as catalysts, easing the act of visualization, helping the spell “take root.” It might even reduce mana cost. After all, the clearer the structure, the less wasted effort. And another note: the closer the target, the stronger the effect. That implied some schools of magic were designed for close range and, by extension, others for distance. Which sounded suspiciously like… combat magic.
— Combat?.. — She could see it now. Magic could create, burn, alter the environment. Why not weaponize it? If she practiced, she could shape it into all sorts of uses. Though she resolved not to get distracted from her immediate goal, the thought stayed. Combat magic might one day prove useful – especially for hunting.
And speaking of mana cost… Her maximum had once filled a sphere two meters across. Radius: one meter. And she was at the center. How had she measured it? A person’s stride was about a meter, after all. Now…
— Down by about five centimeters?.. — No proper measuring tool, so she judged by eye. Give or take one. Maybe six. Maybe seven. By her sense of time, about half an hour had passed. Two magical items consumed that much in thirty minutes. — Hm… one centimeter of mana per thirty minutes? That should be the proportion, right? — The woman sketched out the simple math on the ground:
5 cm → 30 minutes
1 cm → x
x = 30 × 1 ÷ 5 = 6 minutes
— Six mana… or six minutes? What’s the proper unit? — She didn’t know, but accepted it for now. The formula for mana use wasn’t all that precise in this world anyway, but at least keeping count was something. Now she would dismiss the monocle and instead add… a cloak and a shirt. And also shoes.
Five magical clothing elements. Two items required one mana per minute, so five… hm… two and a half times more. That meant 2.5 mana per minute. Her mana aura was two meters. Hm… divide 200 centimeters by 2.5 – that gave 80 minutes.
One hour twenty. Too little… far too little. Pathetically short. No wonder she tired so easily. Wait – shoes came as a pair, which made it seven items… even worse.
— Could I create magical clothing in a single cast? The cost would be higher, but it would be better than constantly paying to sustain them. — She dispelled the two magical structures. Odd to watch the pants vanish, leaving only black underwear. Not embarrassing – no sentient beings around but still strange.
Then she brought out the scraps that had once been her “dress.” She stood before them, studying. Could they be restored? Magic created matter, after all. Could it make it stay forever? Physics might seem broken… though, no. Matter was also energy: molecules, protons, atoms all bound by forces. Magic was a form of energy too. So she wasn’t breaking anything… probably. The problem was the energy scale. Splitting atoms caused nuclear explosions. But building structure?.. That would be… well… heavy. Boom, boom and boom.
— Hope I can handle it, — she whispered, shaped the image in her mind, sighed… and began to cast. It was easier to watch the dress regain its form. Quite enchanting. At last the creation was complete. Then she glanced at her aura. It was draining. Slowly, but still draining. Something was wrong. — Where did I go wrong?..
But wait… wait. She thought she understood. To reduce mana use, first – speak aloud. That conserved energy. Second – touch the dress.
The closer, the better, they said… And in her mind she needed to picture it like this… Actually – why not substitution? Magic could repair and by adding more… “parts,” one could lower the cost! She had that cloth from the skeleton, though poor in quality. But with enough focus she could refine it. She truly believed this. Magic was full of wonders, after all.
— I think I can cut the cost so low it won’t even be noticeable! — In her hands was the old rag, its color completely unsuited to the refined red dress. But she continued. She touched the garment and spoke:
— Clothing Restoration.
The scrap began to float gently, merging with the dress. Enchanting! Again! But more than that the color shifted before her eyes: from faded gray-blue to bright red. The threads seemed to interlace themselves, reinforcing the fabric.
— Ha-ha-ha! — A laugh, proud and arrogant. No one was there – hundreds of kilometers of emptiness – but she felt she had tricked the entire system. Ha! Take that, magical world! She checked her mana… it wasn’t draining. Only…
— Where’s my reserve gone?..
Her mana was gone. Completely. Only five centimeters remained before her aura collapsed. A disgrace. But the dress remained. This is Ho-Ho? Or not Ho-Ho? A victory… wasn’t it?
— Dizzy again… pathetic. — She staggered back into the cave. Today had been a success. Tomorrow – she would continue, once her mana was restored.