“This is where the recipe for our soap came from. They may have the journal Maria wrote in her last year at the library, but we’ve kept the important book hidden. It may be the oldest Grimoire in this country. Most are burned when the owners pass on, to ensure that they don’t get into the wrong hands. But this one never gets into the wrong hands. We make sure of it. From Maria onward, it has gone to the strongest among us.” The Grimoire was so crammed with papers that scattered pages fluttered to the ground as Anita Lebron handed it over. “When the time comes, you’ll be next.”
The book opened in Amarantia’s hands. On the first page were the rules of magic.
Do as you will, but harm no one.
What you give will be returned to you threefold.
Fall in love whenever you can.
The last rule sto
