As a Mage, It Makes Sense to Draw a Sword in Close Combat, Right?

[Western Fantasy + Strong Female] [With the shackles on, I am a trainee mage; with the seals removed, I am the tyrant of magic and swords. In an accident, the former captain of the garrison of the Elf Holy City was forced to wear a "magic restraint ring" and was exiled to a foreign land, becoming an ordinary trainee magician. She originally wanted to live peacefully in the magic academy, but this world just didn't go her way. The Lich's undead army is approaching the city, the ancient gods are hiding in the mountains and forging iron, and the legendary mentor who introduced her seems to be playing a conspiracy that uses all living beings as chess pieces. Facing the endless bones and betrayal, Elena sighed and drew the sword from her waist. The staff is used to cast forbidden spells instantly, and the long sword is used to cut blood. Tear apart the evil dragon with your own hands, fight against the undead, reforge the holy sword, and turn the tide! Since the gods of this world have long since fallen, let's use the purest force to carve out a way out again! Along the way: The former Lord of the Dead bowed to her in the dark night, willing to share life and death with her; The cynical legendary thief chuckles in the moonlight and tries to steal her heart; The arrogant young knight restrained all his sharp edges and hoped to become her sword and shield. Facing this turbulent Shura field, Elena silently opened the "Encyclopedia of Spells": Falling in love? Sorry, I prefer to talk sense through an overload of high-level magic.