My familiar messed up the portal, and instead of the Academy of Magic and Potion-Making I ended up in the Combat Academy. But my gift hasn’t even fully developed yet, and this unbearable rector—somehow—doesn’t seem in any hurry to transfer me. Tell me, what should a witch-in-training do here? Study martial arts? And why does he look at me so strangely sometimes… and my heart freezes?
Second volume.