A certain workshop belonging to the Magic Corps. Here, the corps members' uniforms, magical tools, catalysts, and even garments to be presented to the royal palace are brought into being. The door to this workshop always bears a sign reading "No Unauthorized Entry," and inside, the mage worked silently and steadily in his own private castle.

It happened just the other day. He was returning to his workshop, his arms somewhat contentedly full of newly arrived fabrics, threads, glasswork, and gems that could be used for magic tools and decorations. At a corner, he bumped into someone, and some of his purchases fell and scattered across the ground. Normally, he would have been angry immediately. Even though he had cast a protective barrier on them right after buying them, he was about to reflexively snap, "Watch where you're walking," but Quosha was in no state for that.