They say, “I don’t want to study—I want to marry.” But for me, that’s in the past. I don’t want to marry either—that is, to get married. And I’ve grown used to studying. Becoming the best girl—a battle mage—is prestigious and profitable. And you can wipe the nose of the former, the present, and yet another—vicious—one! But on my finger there’s a large diamond ring that I didn’t want. A man gave it to me—the one I don’t love—and I’m standing there smiling, sincerely and happily, as if today is the best day of my life, and I made this choice myself.