On my fifth birthday, I had been packed up and sent on my way (with my maids, brother and parents, of course) to the testing centre.

The ride there had been uneventful.

I had fallen asleep halfway through, so when we reached the testing centre, Mama woke me up. I had been drowsy, just emerging from slumber as I had exited the carriage.

The testing centre was a big wooden building, in the outskirts of a nearing town. People gathered around the entrance, a huge line extending the the outer wall of the town. We had waited for about an hour and a half before being allowed entrance.

Whilst we waited I observed the people around me.

There was a few girls, and lots of boys. Some were accompanied by their younger siblings and parents, like I was, and some were accompanied by their elder siblings or personal attendants. The amount of accompanying people per tested youth ranged from two to ten people.

The ranks ranged from middle class to upper class. I supposed that the nobility were tested on certain days, and lower classed were tested on other days.

There was a young and haughty boy that was two people in front of me. He had fiery red hair and seemed obsessed with swinging his wooden practice sword around haphazardly.

I had observed him for a bit before getting bored and pulling out a book. My little brother Ithril was perfectly happy playing out a scenario between his magician doll and dragon plush. I had smiled at his antics, and before I knew it, it was time for me to be tested.

I had walked in relaxedly with my parents and brother, and the man at the centre of the room smiled brightly at us.

He was middle-aged, and had two small straight horns poking from his skull. His pupils were horizontal lines, and his face, adorned with laugh lines, had a short amber goatee growing on his chin.

"Welcome!" His voice called out over the hall, as he grinned, arms outstretched, "Could the testee please stand before the indentation?"

I had stepped forward and looked down at the indentation in the grey-stoned ground, noticing a huge magic circle engraved in the centre.

It looked quite ambiguous, but I understood the basic gist of it, then the man spoke up again.

"Before you in the indentation is a Magical Inscription Circle. Or, more specifically, a Summoning Type: Magical Inscription Circle," He waved his eyes over my family then laid them on me.

"Essentially, what you are to do is pour as much Magical Energy into this engraving as you can, and it will summon a magical beast the suits your Magical Energy Level and Magical Affinity Range," He eyed me as I cocked my head to the side slightly.

I raised my voice so that he could hear, "So, mister, how can you tell my power level and range?"

The guy grinned brightly, "Great question! Basically, The more intelligent the beast, the more Magical Energy the Summoner has, and the Magical Affinity the beast has, the Summoner has, too!!"

Hm. That makes sense. Though slightly primitive the system, I think I may have come up with this theory (in my previous life) when I was drunk. I wonder what type of beast I will summon?

The man smiled, "Is that all you wish to ask?" I merely nodded in reply before sitting myself down on the spot, closing my eyes and resting my hands on my knees.

I supposed that I didn't have to, nor should I have used much energy, so I slowly released a thin beam of energy from my body into the indentation.

To the outsiders, I looked phantasmal, as a glittering mist seemed to pour from my body and into the Magic Circle, gradually causing the indentation to glow a brighter and brighter white light.

It took about three minutes before the magical circle was too bright to look at, so I stopped the energy input into the Magic Circle.

The light seemed to flash for a moment, before exploding into a shimmering smoke that shrouded the Magic Circle for a moment.

The mist cleared, and what lay in its wake was a shadow-like fox-like creature. The creature had streaks of glowing gold embedded into its sides, and its eyes glowed a bright amber.

It stalked over to me, then curled around my sitting form, echoey low purrs emanating from its chest. It laid down around me and rested its huge head in my lap.

Now, this creature was, when standing on all fours, about three heads taller than me, and its head was about the length of one of my legs (about 70 centimetres) and the width of one of my shins (about 35 centimetres). So, instead of resting its head comfortably on my lap, it basically just knocked me backwards, onto its back. Essentially, my legs were covered by its head, and my torso was rested against its curled up form.

A low hissing, rumbling, echoing purr emanated from its throat, and a long pink forked tongue darted out of its mouth lazily every now and then.

A collective gasp echoed throughout the room as everyone took in the strange creature I had summoned.

"Th-That...!" The man at the from stammered, before pulling out a huge book, flipping through it rapidly, glancing up at the creature every now and then to take in its visage.

He became more frantic as he got further into the book, and more flabbergasted. It seemed that he had not seen this creature before, and the book wasn't helping him all that much.

Shaking his head as he reached the end he brought out a thinner book, flipping through it more carefully than before, but still just as flabbergasted as he got further to the end.

Uh oh.

It seemed I put a little too much power into the summoning.

Whoops, haha.

The man closed the thinner book and looked warily at the creature now, before glancing down at the very very thin book in his hands.

Opening it slowly and carefully, the book seemed to crumble a bit. The man winced, slowing his movements as to not tear the ancient pages.

His eyes widened as he got to the fourth page, mouth agape as he took in the words on the page. He stammered as he looked up, absolutely astounded, "L-Legendary..."

He pointed at the creature that was now snoozing in my lap, "She has a Legendary familiar!"

His brain seemed to catch up now, and his face lit up brightly, "Th-That's a Wisp! It's the Legendary Summon that is representative of unlimited potential in Power, Affinities and Abilities!!! This girl has summoned something that has not been seen in hundreds of thousands of years! People had thought it just a legend, but it is right here, in this hall!!! Th-the amount of Magical Energy and Affinities needed to summon such a creature is astronomical, as it needs to be summoned, supposedly, from the Godly Realms!"

The man's finger pointed at me shakily, "THAT GIRL SUMMONED A GODLY REALM CREATURE!!!"

His yells echoed throughout the hall, and a few people's heads poked in from the summoning staff, eyes widening at the creature that was now snoring on my legs, causing my legs to go numb from the vibrations.

I closed my eyes and sighed, then poked it, causing it to snap its eyes open and groan at me. I narrowed my eyes at it, and it lowered its eyes before moving its head from my lap.

I stood from my comfortable position, and brushed myself off, the Wisp standing and sniffing my shoulder.

I sighed then turned to Mama, and clasped my hands together in front of my thighs, "Mama, can we go now? I want to go home and read!"

Mama seemed to stiffen a bit, before nodding and snapping her head up at the summoning centre staff and the man at the podium.

Ah, this may take a while.

~~~

After an hour of writing up Oaths of Secrecies, Mama managed to convince the staff to sign them, once she agreed to the terms that 'I would come in every week for personal lessons with each of the members of staff', though I may have found it mildly irritating.

The guy at the podium's name was 'Gunter Hoovencloff', and he was classified as a Low Magician of The Court. Aka, he was a guy that made scrolls for the higher classed Magicians of The Royal Court to assist in their making of scrolls for Royal purposes.

I had managed to escape the centre with my familiar, now named 'Wispeous Maximus', because pompous sounding names are for the refined, of course.

I-... I am v-very refined.

Yep.

Because a gigantic smoke dog-lizard-cat-thing would be conspicuous to the highest extent, I ordered Wispeous Maximus to change his size to be able to fit into my pocket. (Yeah Wispeous Maximus is a guy, he doesn't have genitalia and doesn't really want to be called 'it' so he said the pronoun 'he' probably fits himself best)

Anyway, he basically turned himself into a teeny-tiny white and non-smokey version of himself.

Pretty cute, if I do say so myself.

So I slipped out and into the carriage whilst no one was watching, and opened a book to start reading.

After a little while, angry yells emanated from outside the carriage, so I peeked out to see what the commotion was.

The kid from before - the one haphazardly swinging the wooden training sword around - had hit some little girl's older brother, who was absolutely going off at him.

I mean, I get that everyone had become a bit antsy, considering they had been waiting for an hour and a half for the next person to be churned through the test, but honestly, he's just a little kid who obviously has no skill in wielding a sword whatsoever!

Just leave him be!

He's already apologised!

So the little kid with the red hair and sword was holding back his tears, the older dude with the blond hair was steaming and screaming like a boiling kettle at its peak, and his seemingly little sister was desperately tugging on his pant leg, yells to "S-stop it, big brother!" as weak as the tugs to his clothing.

I mildly facepalmed at the ridiculously positioned scenario and subtle character placement, before sighing and getting out of the carriage.

I walked over and stood next to the screaming dude, looking up at him boredly, his little sister staring at me, halting all motion and pleas towards her brother. The little kid with the wild training sword blinked his teary eyes towards me, and fixated his gaze on my bored expression.

I 'tsk'ed, then said monotonously towards the screaming guy, "Oi, Blondie, shut up,"

Blond's eyes widened at my voice, and like a rabid dog, snarled down at me, snapping his face to see my bored expression, "What did you just say to me??!!"

I placed my hand on his kneecap, and like an unforgiving grandpa, squeezed, "Sit, doggy,"

Due to the unexpected painful -yet ticklish- grip on his knee, the guy toppled over, both holding back his whines and laughter.

He fell back, hands in the dirt, and knees in the air, tears springing at his eyes, instantly gritting out, "I give! I-I give!"

I let go, and he instantly jumped back to his feet again, snarling down at me, even more livid than before, "How dare you defile the wonderful and handsome Richon Ester-"

I repeated the same grip around his knee and he toppled over again, once again instantly squealing, "I give! I give!"

I let go.

He jumped up again, continuing, "The nerve! How dare you sully the name of Richon Este-”

I did the grip again.

He toppled.

"I give! I give!"

I let go.

He jumped up.

"Do you even know who I am??!! I could RUIN your family! I am the esteemed-"

I grabbed his knee again, this time harder.

He toppled.

He was crying now.

"I-I give! I-I g-giiiiive!!!"

I held on for a little longer, until I heard, "Nano! Time to go, Sweetcheeks!"

I let go and winked at the Blondie, "Bye bye, Blondie," Before turning away and walking towards the carriage.

The guy screamed, tears now dried, but nose still red, "I won't forget this, little girl! Hear the name and weep! 'RICHON ESTERLY' WILL RUIN YOU!"

I waved my hand over my shoulder, and called back, "Wash your clothes before you do so, please,"

Blondie looked down at his previously pristine white suit, and noticed that it had been covered in black dirt due to him falling in the mud. His face turned hollow and white, and his soul left his body.

I got in and looked back at the three, and did a two-fingered salute to the two little kids, whose eyes glittered as the carriage door closed.

"Who was that?" Mama asked from beside me.

I shrugged and pulled up my book, "Some Blondie, I dunno who he was,"

Papa's eyes glistened and he hugged me tightly, "My daughter is the best~!!!!"

Ithril pouted, and I winked at him. His face lit up, and he grinned, playing with his toys.

…

I'd already read this book.

Whatever.

The horses drawing the carriage neighed.

I went back to reading about delicacy of Space Charms.