Varta woke up early to practice letter-sending, one of the skills from the General Magic list. She spent half an hour on it—letters tore, flew the wrong way. After that, she headed to her classes at USGM.

For Varta, USGM had become a second home. Having spent her whole life in the deep forests of southern Fenria, she moved to Mary-Town at 15 to become a real witch. The contrast between the wilderness and the towering city was staggering. The only things that reminded her of home were the plants—vines, creepers, countless trees. Some bloomed in the cold, others in the rain, their scents mixing with the urban smells of the city.

Today, she had three classes. Alchemy. She hated alchemy. The刺鼻 smell of chemicals burned her nose and the precise measurements frustrated her chaotic nature. She was not made for alchemy. But failing a subject that even non-magical beings could master wounded her pride. That's why she signed up for extra lessons at Rainbow Alchemy.

The building stood in the city center, still a fair distance from USGM. White doorstep, rainbow colors, cheerful smiles—an upbeat place overall. Despite everything, Varta liked it here. The teacher, Teacher Poppy, was kind with a warm voice. The students were nice, and there was even another goblin! Sure, they were only twelve, but they got along well. It was comforting to meet someone of her own kind.