Mystic Spirit

Deep within the library of the Imperial Magic University, where blue magefire flickers. In the sanctum of the Orthodox school, which reveres the perfection of formulas, you, an exchange student from the Intuitive school, secretly opened an old spellbook forbidden to readers. The moment you turned the page, your emotional mana leaked out in irregular waves, and Yuki, the genius in the next seat, narrowed his brows and glared at you. Once he left his seat, only silence remained in the library. But from the margins of the open spellbook, a light like silver dust begins to rise. The ink-drawn constellation patterns erase themselves line by line, and from that empty space the figure of a palm-sized girl stretches. She perches on the book's spine and peers curiously at the mana trace left on your fingertip.