There was one comic Martha loved more than any other.
It told the story of a village girl who received a scholarship to a magic academy, where she began a romantic life surrounded by a prince and handsome nobles.

“Whispers of the Enchantress,”—that was its title.

Martha had read up to the latest volume and was eagerly waiting for the next release. Unable to contain her impatience and wanting to refresh her memory, she bought the novel adaptation that covered the story’s first arc.

Unfortunately, it was her first time reading a book without pictures. She gave up on the very first page—and fell asleep. The problem was, when she opened her eyes, she was no longer in her room, but inside the world of Whispers of the Enchantress.

And this was not the love story she had imagined.