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.
And her confidence had been proven right—she did it!
"Wow! You really did it, Iris!"
