Making a fireball is incredibly easy. Even a pig can do it without breaking a sweat.
From the introductory lessons of countless magic apprentices.
Lily felt like the whole world was filled with boundless malice toward her.
Whenever Lily tried to conjure a tiny flame, a burst of freezing frost would appear out of nowhere and snuff it out before it could even take shape.
"I can't make a fireball, but that's not my fault!
It's this twisted world that's to blame!"
Lily's anguished cries were as heartbreaking as a cuckoo calling out blood and snow falling in midsummer.
Loran, the head maid, watched the white-haired little girl sitting on the high platform, brows furrowed as she occasionally sank into deep sorrow. Her heart filled with admiration and tenderness.
"Her Majesty the Frost Empress must be thinking about something important, like how to save the world."
Loran quietly left, afraid of disturbing Lily as she sat lost in thought and pain.
In the void, two flowers bloomed together atop an enormous rock. One burned with scorching heat, while the other spread with the chill of frost.
"Hixal!"
When Lily stood in the void and spoke the mysterious incantation, she was astonished to discover that she had switched bodies with the red-haired princess Sophia.
