At the girl's request, Sorcerer Supreme Deathstroke nodded. He stopped walking and tossed the apple he had taken a few bites from into the bushes.
"Then show me what magic you're good at."
The mysterious Master was willing to guide her, and Jaina was a little excited. She had to demonstrate the magic she was best at.
Her big eyes swept over the surroundings, searching the garden for a suitable target.
A few seconds later, she spotted a squirrel sitting on a high branch, gnawing on an apple. She softly chanted a spell, and with a light pop, the little fellow turned into a sheep with a shocked expression.
It even looked a little plump, its curly white wool as fluffy as clouds.
The branch clearly could not bear its weight, and it was about to fall. Jaina hurriedly reached out beneath the tree to catch the squirrel-sheep, then safely placed it on the ground.
"Baa?!"
"Don't be scared, don't be scared. Be good." The princess quickly stroked the sheep's head, soothing its terrified heart.
Yet the sheep kept twitching its ears and bleating nonstop, frothing at the mouth as though it had hoof-and-mouth disease.
Perhaps Jaina's skill was not yet sufficient, because the Tenser's Transformation did not even last ten seconds. Before they had finished speaking, the sheep reverted into a bewildered squirrel amid a puff of smoke.
It sat up on its hind legs, looked at its little paws, then angrily screeched at Jaina like one of its marmot relatives before running into the roadside bushes with its tail held high.
The spell's duration had fallen short of the standard, and Jaina blushed a little. Still, she pursed her lips and looked at Deathstroke, waiting for the Master's assessment.
"To be honest, it wasn't bad." Khadgar was the