The Tomboy

The three of them toured the entire city from east to west.

"I haven't had this much fun in a long time." Claire clasped her hands behind her back and walked briskly ahead of the other two.

The square was still filled with all sorts of little games.

"Mer, want to go try some?" Even though Libria had grown up, she still retained a girlish heart.

Back when she attended school in the imperial capital, she had loved these little games.

There were roulette prizes, ring tosses, archery, and the like.

"Then let's give them a try. But you two absolutely mustn't use magic to cheat, or the owners will go bankrupt."

The three entered the square. It was quite lively, with no sign at all that war was raging across the continent.

Of course, that might have been because two great mages were stationed in this city, keeping marauding troops away.

Just as the three were having a great time,

a short-haired tomboy nearby was also winning game after game. No matter what she played, she seemed to emerge victorious.

The tomboy wore a short-sleeved top. Even in autumn, such clothing was considered normal in Exar.

"Wonderful, I won again!" The tomboy leaped high into the air. She had ringed the grand prize of Oren. The owner had deliberately set aside part of the money paid by customers as prizes; no matter what happened, he would not lose money.

"Young man, your technique is far too good. You managed to ring it from so far away."

"You're really not a mage?" the stall owner muttered. This tomboy had been winning all the way from the other side of the square, never losing no matter what game she played.

"Uncle, I'm just lucky. I'm not a mage." The tomboy smiled