She was born into a family of alchemists, yet had no fire spirit root, so everyone called her a bastard. Her mother died young, her aunt framed her, crippled her spirit root, and threw her to her half-sister to be used as a test subject. When she went from a super good-for-nothing with a crippled spirit root to one of the rarest summoners on the continent, she swore she would never spare anyone who had framed her!
“Wife, I accidentally took a Bliss Pill. What do I do? I feel awful.” A certain man begged sweetly for her to share his bed.
“Then take care of it yourself. I'm busy studying magical beasts!” A certain woman replied sternly, flipping through an ancient text.
“But the effects are too strong! Wife, could you put that ancient book aside and have a baby with me?” The man continued to plead.
“Who told you to swallow a Bliss Pill?” The woman wasn't swayed.
The man snapped, tossed the ancient text aside, and swept her into his arms. “Didn't you say that if I took a Bliss Pill, you'd be my antidote? I need you to be my antidote right now!”
