In a plain field in the vast compound of the Night Castle, a staff hit the ground, and then a brown-skinned woman in a wine-red gown that barely reached her knees with a knee-high boot picked it up.
"Why did you throw it away?" She hissed at the black-haired girl sitting with crossed legs on a cloud while munching on a cake, the same cake that filled the basket beside her.
"You depend on it."
"I'm a mage; my staff is just like a warrior's weapon. Warriore is known for their weapon skills and a…"
"And a mage is known by her magic, mastery, or something of worth she has done."
Nebula's words made Tevaga silent. Tilting her head, Nebula took another cake, then bit a little part.
Her fluffy tails swayed as her eyes beamed. "Warriors need their weapons but mages do not need them. It's not a must. For example, Catalina, I haven't seen her use a wand, nor has Sheila used any medium but the umbrella might become one, yet she won't depend on it."