Even after living for years in a world that was obviously fantasy, there were still things I kept forgetting.

The existence of magic was no longer a big deal; I had adapted well enough. At this point, I wouldn’t be surprised if someone conjured a fireball in front of me. Honestly, I’d find the sleight of hand from a street hustler more fascinating than fireballs or ice spears.

But the reason magic no longer amazed me was simple: it was wielded by humans.

After all, if magic existed in this world, it was only natural that humans would use it, just as humans in my world invented semiconductors and internal combustion engines.

But there was one thing that still baffled me.

In this world, even beasts used magic.

Not even extraordinary mythical creatures, just regular animals you might encounter on the street. Yes, giant rats scuttling through the city’s sewers or wolves running through the fields—they all used magic.

I had no idea what the principle behind it was. Given that the world followed a system similar to the original, I had to admit that the goddess’s setup was more of a device to fool me than an entire world crafted for me to understand.@@novelbin@@

Humans needed to chant spells and wield staffs to use magic, but these beasts had no such requirements. Bears breathing fire or elephants wielding ice hammers with their trunks were astonishing—not in a good way, but in a completely baffling one.

And then, there was the Gryphon that could use healing magic.

Puyoouuuu!

A Gryphon, whose only sound was that, could use healing magic, magic that Mia had to focus to use herself. Honestly, it felt a bit unfair from a human perspective.

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