CHAPTER 4
Living in the castle of Paiza, I spent the first few days getting my things settled in my room, and I started my first task of keeping the workshop clean and organized. I swept the floor after Burk experimented with a new ritual, and I carried jars and books back and forth from the walls as requested.
The hardest part of the job was resisting the temptation to release my powers to assist Burk whenever he tried a new spell and failed, as my wielding instinct kept kicking in. Those first few days, I would squeeze the broom to stop myself from blurting out what he was doing wrong, and the stress of it led me to spend a few minutes every now and then removing splinters from my palms. But then one day I watched how, after trying a complex summoning spell for the third time, he shout
