Chapitre 55: Training (4)

The robin flapped its wings experimentally, looking at itself with growing bewilderment. "What the hell? Am I glowing? Why am I glowing? What did you do to me?"

"I... uh..." Argider stammered, her brain scrambling to process what had just happened.

"Did you—did you enchant me or something?" the bird demanded, fixing her with a sharp, accusatory glare.

"I... might have?" Argider squeaked, glancing helplessly at Alvator.

"Well," he said slowly, "that's not exactly what I expected, but... congratulations, Argider. You've just awakened a very opinionated robin."

The bird ruffled its feathers indignantly. "Awakened? Awakened into what? Some kind of glowing magic... thing? Oh! I can talk!"

Argider groaned, rubbing her temples. "This is not how I thought today would go."

"Welcome to magic," Alvator said with a smirk. "It's never boring."