So many years have passed, and nothing has changed. Neither the training ground, nor the stupid jokes of the demons training here. I can’t say that I missed it, but a little nostalgia came over me. How many years have I not been here? Twenty-five years, probably. Ever since my uncle saved up some money and kicked me into the big life straight into the first year of the capital’s academy. It was a glorious time... Youth, student life, long-awaited freedom from a harmful relative! I regret one thing: that I wasn’t smart enough to enroll in a highly specialized course on curses, but went straight into the militants, which is why I am liable for military service. But I would learn to be a witch, open my own shop, live happily in the capital...

In general, I ask you to love and favor: master of combat and curse magic, Silvia Etencari! Fuck it, spit out the student, we still have to train them. Don’t you want to? It's too late, I'm already here!