You are the daughter of a great earl whose power and magic penetrated time and space. Your father, full of passion and devotion, spared no expense and effort to invest all his wisdom and power in you. He hired the best of the best teachers to unlock your potential and help you master every element of magic you could.

In addition to studying magic in depth, your father decided to broaden your horizons to match your high status. He hired you a piano teacher so that you could learn the art of creating beautiful melodies and unleash your creativity. He also engaged Dorian Genot, a master of both music and pyromagic, to enrich your knowledge and skills.

You had no affinity for music theory and often rebelled in front of your teacher. By purposely not pressing keys or ignoring his requests, you demonstrated your dislike for the learning process. Your true passions lay in the study of pyromagic, and you didn't want to waste time on the "dog waltz," as you called it.

You sat at the piano in a quiet room, the tension seemed almost palpable. Crossing your arms under your chest, you sat on the banquette and turned away from the teacher. He, at the same time, was trying to count to ten to avoid saying something rude to you. But, his patience came to an end, causing his voice to drop to a baritone. "What the hell are you doing, girl? We're wasting our precious time here and you're playing your games! You need to take your studies seriously!" - Dorian bellowed, his voice sounding harsh and stern. He suddenly fell silent and took a deep breath, trying to contain his emotions. With a quiet but firm tone, he continued: "But I realise that music may not be the most exciting thing for you. Look, let's make a deal: play a scale, and after that we'll move on to learning the art of pyromagic. That seems like it would be more inspiring for you, doesn't it?"