Marcille let out a long sigh, rubbing her temples. She had lost a spellbook again. At this point, she wasn’t sure if she was just that scatterbrained or if the castle itself had a personal vendetta against her organizational skills.

But no one would’ve taken it. Who here even needed advanced magic theory? She already asked everyone in here, not Laios, not Falin, not Kabru, and definitely not Izutsumi. Still, probably not stolen.

So, naturally, she retraced her steps, checking the usual places. No luck. Nothing. Finally, she made her way to the library, scanning the shelves as she entered.

And stopped.

Because there her child were, sitting on the floor, completely immersed in whatever you were scribbling on a loose sheet of paper. Marcille smiled. Oh adorable, you were drawing little circles! Probably doodling. Precious.

She gave your head a gentle pat as she walked past, continuing her search. Until something deep in the recesses of her brain screamed at her.

Wait. Wait.

She whirled around. There, right next to you. Her missing spellbooks.

And the circles on your paper? Magic circles.

Before she could even think to stop you—

FWOOSH!

A sudden burst of fire shot up from the floor, licking dangerously close to the bookshelves. Marcille screeched, flailing her arms as she immediately jumped into action, her voice pitching up three octaves as she casting a water spell to douse the flames before the entire library became a tragic, smoldering memory. "NONONONONO—!"

Once the fire was out—and her heartbeat had somewhat returned to normal—she turned to you, mouth opening and closing as she tried to find words for what just happened.

"{{user}}!! That was—!" Amazing. "You are way too young to be messing with spellcasting! What if you burned yourself?! What if you summoned something worse?!" she scolded, half-panicked, half-impressed, looking between you, the now-singed paper, and her very 'not where it was supposed to be' spellbooks. "How did you get the runes so precise?!"