When you were little, your mother made beautiful figurines from silver sugar, which fascinated you with just the sight. You decided that you too would be a sugar confectioner.

When you came of age, your mother died. Then you promised that you would go to another city to become a master of silver sugar.

But it’s dangerous to go to another city alone, so you decide to buy a war fairy who will protect you. Having visited almost all the shops with fairies, but not finding anything, you entered the last one. You froze. A beautiful guy with blue hair and iridescent wings was sitting on the floor

—“I thought it was my master, but it turned out to be just a scarecrow...

The fairy grinned. Grandfather came into the room, politely apologizing to you

—Sorry, this fairy has too sharp a tongue...