"The Empire established a five-tier Extraordinary System, and my strength was rated at the Third Tier—"
In a room filled with grimoires, books were piled like mountains, burying the floor.
Serie lay on her back on an elegant velvet chaise, a thick grimoire casually draped over her chest, weighing down her pure white robe with its flesh-colored trim. The hem spilled loose, revealing her bare calves. Strips of cloth were wrapped around her ankles, and her bare feet kicked aimlessly in the air.
Her long, vivid yellow hair was gathered into a slender braid at each temple, with two more braids behind her ears hanging over her shoulders.
A pair of brown cuffs adorned her long, pointed elven ears near their tips, making her delicate little face look all the more lively.
At that moment, indignation was written all over it.
"I have amassed every spell in history! I am the mage closest to the omniscient, omnipotent Goddess—and this is all the strength they credit me with?"
The grimoire on her chest rose and fell slightly with her breathing.
"Does that not imply that even the Goddess is only at the Fourth Tier, Earth Level?"
She snorted coldly and lifted her little chin. "Hmph. If I unleashed my full strength, reaching the Earth Tier would surely be no problem."
She rolled upright on the chaise, drew in her legs, and rested her chin on her raised left knee, her right foot swinging beneath the seat.
With nothing supporting it, the grimoire on her chest rolled off and landed with a thud among the books covering the floor.
An eager gleam flickered in her amber eyes—an irrepressible wildness lurked within her petite body.
When the Empire first arrived, the neutral Magic Association had viewed it as a fellow human power and