—You have no magic, Eviara. In order for you to study at the academy, I must “share” mine. — Is this possible? “she asked in amazement. I tilted my head to the side. It's funny. Did the count really start such a complex game that he didn’t teach his daughter the rules? - Perhaps. When engaged.***How can a “dummy” enter a magic academy? That's right: getting engaged to the rector! Not of his own free will, but according to a promissory note. Now I am a student at the academy and someone else’s magic flows in me! The main thing is that no one finds out whose. But the fact that I go crazy when I look into those blue bottomless eyes is not the fault of magic, but of one unbearably attractive rector!