I almost died, but I stepped on the witchcraft Path. I ended up at the Academy of Magical Paths and deceived everyone by pretending that my gift was much weaker than it really was. And yet... Lord Guides are not so easily fooled, especially when the web of lies becomes more and more tangled. “Before the end of the first year, you must choose a protector who will save you on the Paths,” the dean of the Faculty of Guides, Lord Cantor Nert, coldly noted, flashing icy eyes. But what if... What if men only cause fear? Do my heart and gift tell me the impossible? Choose three. Including this self-confident, boring conductor.