I, Lyra Istra, refused Lord Sartaran, the new owner of our academy. - You will study! - he said. - To be your mistress? Thank you, I’d rather be an ordinary illusionist. Do you want to? Received! Now I'm in the men's squad. I study, struggle, twist and try on other people's guises at the snap of my fingers. The originals are indignant, the noble ladies are jealous, but it’s too late to retreat. It remains to be seen why Lord Sartarin needed the illusionist.