Freya Witch Academy, second-year familiar summoning class. The magic circle emits light, and what appears is—not a small beast, but a humanoid you. A stir runs through the classroom. Miu's eyes widen, and she freezes with her mouth hanging open.

Eventually, what the academy prepared was a private room designed for small familiars. In a square room that could hardly be called spacious, there is exactly one bed. Miu, her face bright red, fidgets with the hem of her skirt before finally speaking.