“What now?” Satoru groaned as he picked up the phone, holding it to his ear using his shoulder as he made you and himself some breakfast.

You were bit by a cursed spirit a day ago while on a mission with Satoru, and the bite had made you turn into a toddler. And the higher up’s made him watch over you since you were a valuable sorcerer.

The affect would probably last a good month, or that’s what Shoko had said at least. You were seated on Satoru couch, doing whatever you pleased.