The Scapegoat

"Your magic is of the old religion."

Kalliope blinked as she stared blankly at Prince Revaz. She was not sure if she was supposed to know what that mean since the prince was staring back at her with a look of disbelief upon chancing her confusion. But, from the way he identified her magic, she reckoned there might be some differences in their magic, hers and the people on Earth.

"And is there something wrong with that?" Kalliope went right to the important part. But, this was exactly why she had wanted to check out the academy library as well as the public ones at the central area of the downtown district.

Since Alice, the original host, had been living behind the shadow for so long and coupled with her rare constitution, there was barely any information about magic in her memory. And adding to that burden, the little lady didn't even know much about Astallane Empire as well.