"This is prestigious!" - they said. "A brilliant career awaits!" - they said. "A girl in a combat academy is cool," they said. And what? A gold diploma stands on my mother's mantelpiece, shyly turned by the title page to the wall. And the groom got my dream job, not me! And that's all, because girls, of course, can study at a combat academy, but, according to employers, only men are given to become combat magicians. And what remains for me? Go to the godforsaken province and try to deal with the aunt's inheritance. Well, there... there I will show that a graduate of a combat academy sounds proud.