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"It had been quite a long while since Leora had last stabbed herself. If she could properly recall the incident, which was unlikely, then she most likely had attempted to utilize her Viking axe as a can opener. She desperately needed the baked beans within, all caramelized in their maple-bacon juice. Unfortunately, the axe proved too cumbersome and her fingers too large and beefy to deftly maneuver the Honor Weapon as Ivy, the famous Tik Tok star, had done. But boy, did it hurt. As she reminisced on this pleasant experience, Leora cursed as an earthquake chose to strike the nursing alcove at that very moment. So this is how it all ends. The earthquake happened to pulse forward on a decisive path-one that led right to Leora's doc martens." Fed up with the local magic institute's discrimination against trolls, Leora Nightingale devised a brilliant plan to take on the institute's admittance council. Well, okay, maybe she decided she would just smack them around a bit and hack their social media accounts. Still, the higher-ups are up to something, Leora's sister expects her to babysit the triplets, and, on top of it all, her clan's chancellor expects her to succeed him in the future. Leora needs to sort out her life ASAP, or else she might find herself living out her greatest nightmare of filing paperwork while outfitted in a suit, of all things.
Prologue: Sunshine so Sublime, Dampness so Dank
