A Slave Doesn't Take Responsibility

Aurora doesn't know how to use magic.

When she was young, she had once practiced with Aither, but unlike him, she had no talent whatsoever.

While Aither conjured flames, floated droplets of water in the air, and made the wind move, Aurora couldn't even move a single strand of mana properly.

She didn't particularly mind.

It wasn't as if she craved power or wanted to go to the battlefield and make a name for herself.

Such an Aurora was, for this very moment, comparable to a great mage.

She had, after all, frozen time and space at the same time.

Even Rion.

Even Kaizel.

Even her own breathing...