The Terrifying Anger of the Elf Queen

In the courtyard of the inner palace, Iris stood with her eyes closed.

She stretched both hands forward and opened her mouth.

"Low-Level Magic: Fireball!"

*Whoosh!*

A red magic circle formed in front of her.

A few seconds later, a fireball about one meter wide shot out, gliding forward and shattering a log twenty meters away.

"It worked!" Iris's eyes sparkled with happiness.

It had been over a week since she started practicing magic, and the results so far were very satisfying.

However, there were still obstacles she had to overcome, one of which was casting low-level magic spells.

For Iris, who had just begun learning magic, casting even low-level spells was a major challenge.

Even the most talented mages among the Demon race needed more than three months to completely master a single low-level spell.

But she never gave up. She believed she could cast a low-level spell in no time.