A car beat me down, so I was expected to die, but instead woke up in a different universe. Now I live in a small family named the Marren Clan that owns magic skills and manipulates the wooden dolls. I studied witchcraft and adhered to the current circumstances.
But one news surprised me much – I was told I had to engage my younger sister when I turn 16 according to the Marren Clan’s customs. I left the city to escape this weird tradition. Now when I own a worthy magic degree, I don’t need to labor much to have enough cash. I feel happy about being free and more-less rich, but isn’t it boring when a man doesn’t aspire to anything?