Early yesterday morning, the sky had only just begun to brighten.
Fresh air laden with dew drifted through the half-open window into the room, refreshing the senses.
Cui Ciyou lay in bed, the sight of Roxy crouching on the ground and drawing circles after that crushing blow a few days earlier still vivid in his mind.
Cui Ciyou's clumsy attempts to comfort her had seemed to do very little.
In the end, Roxy had only managed to regain some of her spirits after working through it herself, then returned to House Boreas with him.
Still, the way Roxy drew those little circles really was... surprisingly cute!
Yesterday, Cui Ciyou had tossed and turned, too excited by his glimpse into "part of the true nature of magic" to sleep all night.
So much so that he had nearly forgotten his daily mental training: his routine Perception and Meditation "homework," which dissipated his mental power.
At breakfast, Cui Ciyou felt rather apologetic as he watched Roxy, who still looked somewhat dispirited and kept avoiding his gaze.
Magic mattered deeply to Roxy. In her eyes, it was the only thing she could take pride in, the only thing she had to offer.
One source of Roxy's inferiority complex was her identity as a demon, which subjected her to discrimination-the Central Continent was predominantly inhabited by Humanfolk, who discriminated against demons.
Roxy herself also believed that only children and perverts would be attracted to her flat figure.
Finally, even among her own people, the Migurdia, she could not use their racial ability, known as "telepathy."
It was much like being a deaf-mute person in modern human society.
That was why Roxy considered magic the only thing that could prove her worth.
After all, in this world, only one person in forty thousand became an