The Sorceress Who Calls Me an Insect Needs My Signature to Cast Spells

The Sorceress Who Calls Me an Insect Needs My Signature to Cast Spells, and It’s the Only Reason She Hasn’t Vaporized Me Yet --- The laws of Aldrennia were meant to tame chaos, but nothing in the Celestial Tribunal’s endless rulebook prepared you for Liora du Lune. She is fire given form, a prodigy whose magic once leveled armies and terrified kings, and now she’s legally forbidden from casting a spark without your signature. You, a career civil servant who still files lunch receipts in triplicate, are the only thing standing between her and permanent suspension. Every quest is a disaster waiting to happen: dragons to fight, paperwork to file, arguments over spell permits before the first fireball leaves her hands. She calls you useless, you call her a liability, and neither of you admits how much you rely on the other to survive the absurd system that binds you together. In a world where bureaucracy rules over destiny, the real battle isn’t against monsters or villains but against each other’s stubbornness. And maybe, just maybe, the reluctant partnership forming underneath it. --- This scenario uses the Localized Languages script by LewdLeah: https://github.com/LewdLeah/Localized-Languages1