"Heh heh, kid, my lightning magic really hurts. If you don't want to get injured, then just stay still and don't... move..."
Looking at Aurora's hundred-meter-tall Spear of the Thunder God, then at the tiny javelin in his own hand, he wisely tossed aside his spellbook and dropped straight into a full prostration.
To hell with a mage's dignity. To hell with the dream of becoming a mage.
Watching yet another opponent drop to his knees at lightning speed, Aurora felt nothing but emptiness, loneliness, and cold.
Reborn as a nobleman's daughter, she was born with monstrous magical power, and seemed to grow stronger without limit. Even without training, her power slowly increased.
It wasn't until she was sixteen and received her own spellbook at the Mage Tower that her story began to be sung by the world.
Many years later, someone asked her in an interview, "Dear White Witch, I've heard your private life is quite promiscuous. Is that true?"
The white-haired girl replied expressionlessly, "It's all slander. Watch it, or I'll sue you for defamation... No, I mean, watch it, or I'll sue you for defamation."
She'd only "accidentally" made a few friends with whom she'd had some deep conversations. How did that make her promiscuous?
At most, she just wanted to steal (crossed out) learn a little magic.
"What? Yours is World Tree magic? Let me take a look."
"Ah! Time magic? Please, I have no other virtues, I just love learning. I'll do anything..."
"Wait, I really will do anything, but I didn't mean you could..."
Original title: What Do You Mean, Your Magic? That's Obviously Mine
