A-a-a… I was caught red-handed—right at my favorite, illegal business. But I’ll tell everything in order.
In our country, potion brewing is allowed only for men or for very influential and smart women. I’m smart, sure, but influence? I’ve got about as much as a cat has—almost none.
So what’s left for someone like me to do to avoid court and exile? Get married for convenience—or… Oh, yes, I choose the second option.
At the Academy where I’ll have to return, specks of magic and knowledge are floating in the air. Although my familiar, Flower, says it smells like love. What love?! Science—and only it!