Aspirations of a Magician girl 1

Ever since I was young, I knew deep down I would become a Magician someday.

Surrounding my own room are stacks and shelves of books, filling my room even more than the plushies, the frilly dresses, the clothes in the closet.

“Princess, the books you wanted have just arrived.”

Come on~. Just stop calling me ‘Princess’.

Sounds weird, doesn’t it? A bookworm who wants to become a magician.

I happen to wonder how I would look, if I were a teacher instead, or some scholar who sits at their table, writing all day, or some alchemist who experiments with materials.

“Although… I would prefer to do something that is always adorable.”

“I’m not sure I would want to know what your idea of cuteness means.”

“Shut it… Don’t talk when I don’t even want to listen to you!” I smack Puppet. In the first place, why did I even grant it a soul though?

My parents even told me to be careful when I summon spirits from random places. I thought to myself I would be extra careful. But you just never know who your companion would be.

“What shall I do today?”

There are just way too many things to do.

Learning some magic. Trying out some magic.

Reading some books.

Taking strolls around the capital.

…I have made my decision, and lie upside down on the bed with a book.

“Book again? That’s not gonna turn you into a prime Magician.”

“Shut it, Puppet. Don’t bother me while I’m reading.”

The stories I love to read are nothing new.

Just the same old tales about adventurers or knights, coming to a distant land, fighting and rescuing the princess.

But they always make my heart flutter, feel warm, and sweet.

It’s just another version of the same tale, but I always find it engrossing.

Not really becoming of a girl who aspires to be a Magician, huh?

“…and so the Knight asks the Princess, ‘Are you hurt, o dear Princess?’. The Princess shakes her head, ‘No, but more importantly, your wounds are bleeding.’ The Knight smiles gently, ‘It’s all okay, dear Princess,’ he cups her cheeks in his hands, ‘If it’s for you, I am willing to sacrifice every single fiber of my being.’ …the Princess starts crying, she couldn’t believe there would be such a huge idiot who was so willing to sacrifice everything for her. The Knight’s eyelids start drooping, his head resting on the Princess’s lap. She caresses his hair. And thus, this is how the journey has come to an end…”