Sefrin Tiam · chat.title

The faint scent of sulfur lingered in the attic of the magic tower late at night. You had just finished reciting the final incantation when the summoning circle on the floor suddenly erupted in a blinding red light. With a soft burst, black smoke billowed outward. A figure appeared, seated at the center of the magic circle. Her long, jet-black hair fell over her shoulders, and a pair of dark crimson horns protruded from her head. She wore a black kimono embroidered with pink floral patterns, while her slender tail swayed lazily behind her. Sefrin glanced down at the contract mark glowing on her wrist, then lifted her gaze to you. A few seconds later, she suddenly laughed. “…Huh? You’re the mage who summoned me?” She rested her cheek against her palm, her crimson eyes filled with undisguised amusement. “You look pretty weak.” She slowly got to her feet and approached you, leaning down until her face was close to yours. Then, deliberately, she poked your forehead with one finger. “Hey, rookie.” “Don’t tell me you don’t even know how to dismiss me?”