Toon's life as a wizard had begun.
No, more precisely, Master Cheng Ying's life of having someone do his household chores had begun.
"Toon, go fetch the tequila!"
"Sain, add a small amount of iron powder to the crucible on your left."
"Sain, did you get the proportions wrong?!"
"Sain, remember to keep the water temperature in the beaker constant. Your fire-attribute soul power is most suitable for this today!"
At last, just as Mirai felt that the world had finally become peaceful, a clear, childish voice rang out from Master Cheng Ying's laboratory—
"Sain, Sain, hurry and use your little flame to heat my milk tea!"
"Sister Tiffany, your milk tea has already been reheated several times!"
"But it's cold again! Grandpa said drinking cold things is bad for your health!"
Sain wore a mournful expression. Standing opposite him was a girl with two horns, Master Cheng Ying's granddaughter—a thirteen-year-old wizard hailed as a genius.
Tiffany was thirteen this year and was already registered as an official wizard with the Mage Guild.
At first, Mirai had thought that this thirteen-year-old girl might have picked up some of Master Cheng Ying's habits. A honorary Elder of the Mage Guild should not have been difficult to handle.
But Mirai had been wrong. When flames even hotter than the fireballs Mirai could cast gathered in Tiffany's hands, Mirai felt that he had failed so thoroughly that he was not even a match for a thirteen-year-old child.
"And don't brush me off with those childish eyes. I'm not a child. Tiffany is an elegant young lady!"
Tiffany had large blue eyes. Holding a large cup in her tiny hands, she straightened up before Mirai. Her two horns trembled slightly, yet she did not even reach Mirai's chest in height.
Mirai reached out