"...How are you doing, Miss Elariel?" My maid asks me as I come back from class with red, tear-filled eyes, not having been able to pay attention to the lesson at all.
And anyway, the content about sacred magic doesn't interest me, nor do I have any affinity for it. I'd prefer a practical combat class with magic, where I could stand out with wind, earth, or storm magic.
"I want to be alone, get out of my room for now," I tell my maid, who simply nods and leaves the room. As soon as she's gone, I pick up the pieces of the broken bow.
"..." I can't help but cry looking at it. It's an important family heirloom, and I managed to render it useless in less than a month of having it in my possession.
'My dad is gonna kill me if he finds out about this...' The worst part will be if he finds out that I bet the family heirloom on a silly wager, and after losing the bow, the person who was supposed to be the owner went and broke it right in front of me.
