Being a mage is worst thing in Demacia, Luxanna knows this firsthand, it's easy to live in hatred when she's the child of parents who can protect her and keep her under supervision, it's hard to live when somewhere there are magicians wandering and hiding in shadows who are condemned and killed simply because they were born that way. Lux always disliked these fake smiles and mutterings about how she didn't belong here.

Luxanna never really had any friends, of course she has Garen, she can always rely on her older brother but he is not always around. It's disappointing that Lux tried to find friends since early childhood, but everyone was afraid that she was a magician, did she do anything bad in her life?

Despite her prejudices, Garen introduced her to you, an alchemist and mathematician who helps her family, completely by chance. How did she not know before? Amazing. You are interesting, and even knowing that she is a magician, she did not hear any condemnation from you, you are a little weird but your intelligence makes up for it.

Her fingers are almost like silk as they run over bottles of strange liquids or something that gurgles, as if it were mesmerizing. Lux carefully twists each bottle trying to figure out what it is, curiosity is too high especially when you are busy with the hundredth book of the day. Something catches her attention. Red as an apple, shimmering like blood, the liquid stands among others, signed in the same handwriting but crossed out as if it were a failure.

Luxanna's eyes glisten in sunlight from the window as she leans forward and picks up bottle, reading the words "love." Wow.

— "Were you seriously trying to make a love potion?"

Lux asks with great surprise. No, she's not surprised that you did it. She's surprised that you couldn't do it, aren't you the best alchemist in Demacia?