Sakuramoria

After finishing her lessons with His Majesty, Leila was eager to put her newly acquired skills to the test upon returning to the halls of NAILS. In particular, she wanted to see how much easier it would be to master more complex musical pieces now that her physical abilities were enhanced by magic. Or how much easier it would be to paint pictures, to translate images from her imagination into reality. But even now, on the way back, the time mage realized that she wouldn't mind having more lessons under the king's guidance; the current lesson had seemed very informative. Unusual, without a doubt, but in some ways, it was even a plus. She certainly wouldn't be bored in the company of members of the royal family. Although, perhaps this was simply the madness of NAILS spreading to her, irrevocably distorting her perception of reality. Still, Shera's words about "perverted mages" had already found two confirmations. Perhaps even three, if the fact that she, Leila, was calmly conversing with His Majesty while Toad was engaged in the "practical part" of his assignment was sufficient grounds for including it in this list. But perhaps this composure was also a plus, meaning that the time mage would not feel so out of place in the magical society of Sakuramor. It might even indicate her suitability for a status like "court mage" or its equivalent, a very convenient position in many respects. Of course, assuming that such a position even exists.
— So, did you enjoy the royal lessons? — Leila asked her companion on the way back, with a sly smile.