Airi sat at her desk, quietly peering into a magic book.
On the desk lay not only the magic book but also numerous reference documents and memos.
Dizzying magical terminology and formulas were making her head throb.
These were things that didn't suit the image of a black mage Airi had imagined at all.
...This isn't what I imagined when I was told to learn black magic. Why am I studying like this?
Airi's mind went blank.
'....'
As Airi stared quietly at the book with hollow eyes, Ellen, who was sitting across from her, asked.
'Is there something you don't understand?'
'Hick, a... no.'
'Is that so? That's good. If you've understood it, shall we try practicing it directly next time?'
'Eh.... T-That much is still...'
Airi, who had answered reflexively, shook her head with a flustered expression.
The difficulty of the studies was one thing, but the biggest problem was having a teacher attached to her side helping her study.
