🍁Nine Ancient Obelisks

Camistella nodded.

“Then let’s begin! After that, the person known as Cherry Mazzard agreed to the application of the appropriate spell, blah-blah, the client is some person from the Guild of Wonders, blah-blah, Camistella Lein is the performer, and other formalities for the safety of all involved, blah-blah.”

After this strange monologue, Camistella used the “Growth” spell on Cherry Mazzard, making every effort to ensure that it only affected her hair.

The magical procedure turned out to be much more exhausting than one might think – while Cherry Mazzard comfortably sat in an armchair and flipped through some magazine, Camistella had to stand over her and direct magical energy through her fingers directly onto the surface of her head. After a whole hour of painstaking spellcasting, everything was finished. Cherry stood up from the armchair, looked in the mirror, and approvingly nodded at her reflection, after which she tied her hair in a ponytail and put on a cap.

“And nothing extra grew under my arms, that’s good.”