A hawk spread its wings and soared toward the top of the castle, knocking on the windowpane a few times.
After a few moments, the window opened, letting the hawk in. A slender, beautiful hand grabbed it and untied a small note from its claws.
She unfolded the paper and read it.
After a moment, she clicked her tongue.
"So, the plan failed."
The blue-haired woman took a note of the message and burned it in the candle flame.
She then stepped outside, looking over the vast plains from the top of the castle. Her expression twisted slightly as she thought.
She was destined to carve her name in history. A powerful mage, unmatched by anyone. Soon, she would become the disciple of the Great Arcanist, leader of the Mage Tower.
With such a future ahead, how could she marry someone who hadn't even awakened? More than that, she despised the idea of marriage itself.
Why should someone strong be tied down by such meaningless things?