"I wish," said Moldessa, "that I knew Slime magic. Then I could help you as support."
"How so?" asked Freydis Cook.
"Slime magic provides good support for Wing Sauce magic," said Moldessa, "because slime helps spread sauce all around."
Freydis made a face. "This magic system is nauseating."
"But you're so good at it, Freydis! Everyone calls you the Queen of Wing Sauce!"
Freydis buried her head in her hands.
Freydis Cook stood at the gates of the Wyrmhaven Deep Elite Magic Academy - a magical school run by goblins, for goblins. However, it was the only magic academy in the area, so her father had paid - or bribed - to have her attend school.
She was confronted by several goblin girls, led by one with long parallel curls in bright green. The goblin sniffed. "Smell that, girls? That's the smell of a human. Humans are outsiders here!"
Freydis said, "I take it you're the villainess?"
