I Became the Martial God's Youngest Disciple

"While arcane studies have languished for centuries,the dessert industry has flourished. Just look at this flawless balance between crispness and moisture. Achieving such contrast is as difficult as blending opposing elements. It's a masterful feat," Lise said cheerfully. "And this curious texture that appears now and then… Ah, peanuts. A subtle nutty flavor woven into the sweetness. The pastry chef who made this cookie must be someone of rare brilliance and artistry."

She polished off the rest of the cookies in a flash, then turned to me with a contented smile. Wilting under her expectant gaze, I muttered, "I'll bring more next time."

"You are a mage's truest friend. A companion for life," she declared.

I couldn't bring myself to mention that it was a leftover bag, so I changed the subject. "Can I ask you another question?"

"Before that, explain what's going on. Be specific. Where exactly did you see this demon script and those magic circles?" she asked.

"At Cartel Academy."

Lise tilted her head. "Cartel Academy? It must be an educational institution in the capital."

"That's right. So what happened was..." I gave her the...