Everyone was capable of conceiving great ideas, and those ideas often began with a sudden flash of inspiration. The difference was that after some people had such a thought pass through their minds, they would immediately cast it aside and start wondering what to eat for lunch; while others would seize upon that thought, forget about eating, ponder it seriously, and finally put it into practice.
The divide between greatness and mediocrity lay right there.
As the saying went, "Some people ate in order to live, while others lived in order to eat." Those who lived for food would always lose many things because of it, greatness among them; those who ate in order to live often cast aside many things as well, mediocrity among them.
Colmar belonged to the latter sort.
The moment she opened her eyes each day, her mind was flooded with troubles both large and small involving the North District Wizards. Hunting parties entering the Silent Forest were injured and needed compensation; someone suffered a backlash while casting magic with a cursed frog; someone else accidentally struck a male wizard's sensitive parts while casting the Weak Leg Curse, rendering him impotent—honestly, the sheer variety of magical accidents left this former top student of First University dumbfounded and amazed.
She had never imagined that the spells she remembered as simple and easy to learn could become so difficult in the hands of the North District Wizards. This created no small obstacle to her efforts to further expand the North District Wizards and win recognition for them within the Alliance.
To solve this problem, Colmar came up with two methods.
The first was to seek help from First University. She hoped First University could admit these frog-casting wizards and give them some enrollment slots.
With the help of