The next morning, Wanger Castle felt quieter than usual. The crystal chandeliers still reflected light against the hall walls, but the normally orderly aura now seemed slightly chaotic. Severin von Wanger stood in the training room, staring at his wand with eyes half angry, half bewildered. The previous night, all the guests had gone home with the unforgettable experience of "opera-singing crystal ducks," but for Severin, it was only a sign of even greater disasters to come.
Now, he sensed something strange: his magic no longer obeyed logic and precise calculations. Every spell he cast with destructive intent produced absurd effects. A simple attempt to summon a fireball instead rained fragrant rose petals from the ceiling, followed by slowly drifting heart-shaped balloons. Severin looked at his hands as if searching for the answer in some broken law of physics.
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Anneliese von Hirtzen, on the other side, faced the same dilemma—but from a different angle. She tried preparing morning tea with a simple goal: a warm cup for Severin, hoping to soothe his frustration. Yet now, every small movement required complicated mathematical calculations: the exact volume of water, the optimal temperature, even the precise angle for holding the porcelain cup. She sighed, feeling like a mad scientist forced to solve trigonometric equations just to make tea.
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Severin raised his wand once more, attempting a destructive spell for practice. Wild energy gathered at its tip, glowing with an intensity that made the wooden floor tremble. He focused, channeling anger, frustration, and determination to make the spell effective. But what appeared? Not a raging inferno, but a shower of rose petals and heart-shaped balloons, drifting gently through the air.
"This is an insult to my reputation!" Severin shouted, his face flushed with immeasurable frustration. "I—I try to create chaos, and what comes out… flowers and balloons! How is this even possible?!"
Anneliese, who had just calculated the perfect water volume for tea, smiled and patted his shoulder. "Sev, don't complain. Look on the bright side—at least we're learning something about your softer side," she said, stepping through the balloons gently sticking to the walls.
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Leopold von Narwitt and Dietrich von Jirwalt, who happened to be in the training room reviewing magical procedures, watched with expressions mixed between amusement and bewilderment. Leopold, speaking casually with a wide smile, commented, "Sev, you have to admit, this is kind of entertaining. I've never seen a perfectionist mage channel magic… through their emotions."
Dietrich, usually stern and serious, added while holding back laughter, "And Anne, I think your equations for brewing tea are even more complicated than Severin's basic spells. You two are experiencing… a very unusual transformation."
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Severin looked at them, almost ready to explode, his mind still reeling from the "emotional side effects" he was feeling. He tried to cast a fire spell again, this time fueled by deep hatred—a feeling strong enough to burn everything. Yet instead of fire, a fragrant mist mixed with heart-shaped bubbles and colorful light ribbons filled the training room, sweetly chaotic.
Anneliese bent slightly, eyes sparkling as she observed Severin's magical experiment. "Sev… do you see? It's beautiful! Look at how the colors and scents harmonize. I think this is far more delightful than a normal blaze," she said, laughing softly.
Severin slammed his palm against his face. "Delightful? This is an utter failure! I am not trying to create birthday party decorations!"
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Meanwhile, Anneliese faced another challenge. She attempted to move a small box from the shelf to the table. In normal times, this would have been trivial. But now, she had to calculate the box's moment of inertia, the length of her arm to minimize energy loss, and the ideal pressure on the table to prevent it from sliding. She exhaled deeply, feeling as though she were solving differential equations for every tiny movement.
Severin watched her, eyes half wide, half incredulous. "Anne… are you making tea or solving the theory of relativity? I… I'm not sure which is scarier."
Anneliese smiled faintly at Severin. "Well, if you can channel your magic through feelings, I can make everything work perfectly. Now… we're in each other's shoes."
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Leopold, who had been quietly laughing, stepped closer and patted Severin on the shoulder. "You know, Sev, maybe this isn't a total disaster. At least we're learning that magic isn't just logic and precision—it's also… emotion. I think you'll be remembered more for flower showers and balloons than for infernos."
Severin stared at him, eyes bulging. "Remembered?! I'll be mocked across Wanger Castle! This is a total reputation disaster!"
Dietrich added, "Or… you could see it as an intensive exercise for balancing your perfectionist side with your emotional side. Think of it as… a mental gym."
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Severin tried to calm himself. He sat on the floor, took a deep breath, and tried to recall the meditation techniques he had once learned. He thought of happy things—a blue sky, neatly organized notebooks, even perfectly arranged shelves. But as soon as he tried channeling "happiness" into his magic, what appeared? A miniature heart-shaped firework exploded with the sound of children's laughter, adding to the room's absurd chaos.
Anneliese watched, eyes sparkling. "Sev… it's beautiful! Truly extraordinary. You're expressing yourself in a way I've never seen before."
Severin swallowed, caught between frustration and quiet admiration. "Beautiful? This… this is chaos! I never wanted this to appear in reality!"
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Outside the training room, Pauline von Krütz observed everything with curiosity. She wrote in her journal: "Strange transformation: the perfectionist side forced to channel emotion produces unexpected but aesthetic magical effects. High comedic value and potential for creative diplomacy noted."
Theodora von Terstedt, standing nearby, patted her shoulder. "Pauline, I think we should let them experiment. This might become one of the most legendary events in Wanger Castle. Who knew happiness and precision could collide like this?"
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Severin attempted a third spell, with a simple goal: moving a chair to the other side of the room. He focused, took a deep breath, and poured emotional energy into it. But when the spell was cast, the chair did not move. Instead, the floor became covered with colorful confetti and heart-shaped bubbles that popped on contact.
Anneliese held back laughter, calculating the distance and trajectory of the bubbles so they wouldn't hit anything else. "Sev… I have to say, you're a master at creating dramatic effects. After all, who needs a chair when we can have balloons and confetti?"
Severin glared at her as if he could kill with his eyes. "This… makes no sense! I only wanted a chair! Isn't this supposed to be the simplest operation in basic magic?!"
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Leopold and Dietrich, watching from the doorway, nearly choked trying to stifle their laughter. Leopold patted Dietrich on the back and whispered, "This is funnier than all the comedy shows in Wanger City. And the best part? Severin doesn't realize he's the lead actor."
Dietrich suppressed a smile and added, "And Anne… I think she's more panicked by tea equations than the balloons. Their transformation is… spectacular, even if a bit confusing."
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Severin sank to the floor, giving up for a moment. His magic continued to spill wildly, forming absurd geometric patterns in the air—heart-shaped circles, flower spirals, and floating ribbons of light. He looked at Anneliese, who now seemed more like a scientist calculating magical equations than a charismatic leader.
"You… you have to help me understand this, Anne," he said, taking a deep breath. "I'm not used to… feeling something to control magic. My entire principle… is shattered."
Anneliese smiled gently. "Sev, now we're in the same position. I have to calculate everything, you have to feel everything. We're learning to balance each other, even if the way we do it… is ridiculous."
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Severin looked at all the effects surrounding him—balloons, flowers, and lights—and somehow, despite the overwhelming frustration, a small smile appeared on his face. He realized that this chaos, though annoying, showed him a side of the world he had ignored before: the light side, the funny side, the beautiful side that couldn't be measured in formulas or equations.
Leopold patted his shoulder, whispering, "Sev, look. You're becoming more human. And don't forget—the balloons are quite entertaining."
Severin closed his eyes, drew a deep breath, and unconsciously let out a small laugh. That night, he learned that perhaps, just perhaps, his perfectionist side could coexist with the absurd happiness surrounding him.
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And so, the day ended with Wanger Castle filled with the scent of roses, warm light, heart-shaped balloons, and laughter echoing endlessly. Severin and Anneliese had embarked on a new journey: one in which precision and emotion collided, producing effects they had never imagined. Their transformation was far from over, and the magical world awaited to see what would happen next—but one thing was certain: their lives had become more colorful, more chaotic, and certainly far funnier than before.