
by Miyabi-kazari
Meti Arley can't cast fireballs. She can't summon lightning. All she can do is adjust the "bonds" between things — keeping heat in, smoothing rough surfaces, reducing friction to zero. On the day she's thrown out of the mage's guild for being useless, she warms her cold soup with a fingertip and catches the attention of a prince. She has no idea why everyone keeps staring at her. --- Author’s Note: This little tale was first written in Japanese. To share it here, I use AI only as a translation helper— the characters and story are entirely my own.
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