Okay!
A golden-haired child ...
They say that children born with magic are born with golden hair.
Then, you mean she ... ?
Yes.
Just like my father.
We'll have to
keep an eye on her.
Marisa-
Take those to the storeroom, okay?
Honestly.
Papa's too hard on people.
Kourin leaving and me having to do all the packing instead of studying is one thing,
But pushing off the business work he used to do on me is too much!
See ya
But,
well,
That's okay, too.
That's right,
There's something I can do for fun.
And that's ...
Grandpa-
Well, if it isn't Marisa.
Did you come for another magic lesson today?
Yep!
I see, I see.
But, Marisa.
What?
