Izra had acquired all of it through relentless effort before entering the academy.
This time, she was sure she could beat Liche.
“Starting today, we will begin practical exercises using magical stones. Come forward with your magical stones.”
Upon hearing Professor Rumbla’s words, students ascended to the spacious platform in the training ground. They each took a place on the drawn X marks, spaced at regular intervals.
In front of each spot, there was a wooden desk up to their waists, on which lay a beaker and a small rock.
“The first magic we will learn is transformation. It negates an existence and gives it a new one. Let me demonstrate.”
Professor Rumbla, saying he would demonstrate, held a stamp with a magical stone in one hand and a rock in the other.
After placing the hand holding the rock above the beaker, he began the chant for transformation magic.
After about ten seconds of chanting, the magical stone in the stamp flashed, and the rock transformed into water, filling the beaker.
Oohs and aahs flowed among the students, who had previously heard that the amount of water was an indicator of magical skill.
If you could fill a beaker, you were considered a high-ranking mage.
“Since you learned the spell for transformation magic in theory classes, begin.”
It was their first magical practice.
With Professor Rumbla’s permission, everyone attempted magic.
Some failed their chants and failed to change their rocks, while some succeeded in filling their beakers with water.
Half a cup, a full cup, or slightly more. Despite having rocks of the same size, the amount of water varied.
‘Did it!’
Izra clenched her fist in satisfaction after seeing the water fill 4/5 of her beaker.
Then.
“Li, Liche!”
Professor Rumbla’s urgent shout resounded.
And then.
Splash.
‘Water…?’
Izra looked down, feeling the dampness under her feet.
Unbelievable. Shallow water flowed across the platform in the training ground. No, not shallow; the water level was rising.
“What, what’s going on?”
“Look there! At Liche’s beaker!”
The flustered students looked at Liche. Specifically, at the beaker in front of him.
Water spurted from the beaker, as if an invisible giant faucet had been turned on.
Professor Rumbla shouted urgently at Liche.
“Liche! Stop it!”
“How, how do I?”
“Use a reversal spell!”
But Liche had no way of knowing; he hadn’t been taught.
Even when Professor Rumbla performed a reversal spell, it was insufficient to halt Liche’s magic.
Unstoppable, the water level in the classroom rose.
Students evacuated, and eventually Robenhalf, who was attending the class, was called.
Clueless, Robenhalf followed Professor Rumbla and entered the classroom, appearing bewildered at its flood-like state.
“What happened? It’s all flooded.”
“It’s Liche’s magic. The water won’t stop, so we need you, Robenhalf, to.”
Robenhaf glanced around and discovered Riche, who was restless on the second floor of the training ground.
“Will this all freeze?”
Professor Rumbla didn’t even have a chance to say yes.
In an instant, in the frozen classroom, Robenhaf skillfully glided on the ice and stood in front of Riche.
“Wow.”
“Ro, Robenhaf brother.”
“You’re really cool, Riche.”
It’s not scary, is it?
Nearby, the first-year magic students who heard this wanted to object but couldn’t.
The twinkling face of Robenhaf told them he was sincere.
“It’s dangerous.”
Dean’s office.
Professor Rumbla spoke alone with the dean.
“Student Tuariiche has immense talent but lacks the ability to control it.”
“So, are you saying it’s dangerous, Professor Rumbla?”
“Yes.”
The dean looked at Professor Rumbla standing before him.
He was well aware of the training ground flooding incident that had occurred that morning. The students who had heard rumors were also crowding the training ground to use it as a playground.
“So, what would you like to do if it’s dangerous?”
“Please forbid Tuariiche from learning magic.”
How absurd.
Internally, the dean scoffed at the ludicrous idea.
‘Ask a kid who can make that much water from a rock to stop learning magic?’
It was a once-in-a-century talent, a genius that he had never seen before, Tuariiche Rodwik.
He was not a student to be banned from magic.
Come to think of it, Professor Rumbla Ezmatic was the only magic professor who had not been excited to see Tuariiche’s magical affinity.
“Professor Rumbla, do you not like that Tuariiche has high magical affinity?”
“What intention are you asking with?”
“I am asking whether you dislike the Rodwik family producing such a genius, especially since you do not favor the Duke of Rodwik.”
Professor Rumbla was silent for a moment.
The dean looked into Professor Rumbla’s sunken purple eyes and spoke.
“Whatever your opinion, Professor, I can’t agree with your suggestion to ban magic for Tuariiche. There’s no way to forbid magic to a student who has already specialized in magic.”
“But, Dean. The talent Tuariiche has is dangerous.”
“So, we should teach him how to control it. Tuariiche isn’t a student who will stay hidden. A treasure will shine wherever it is.”
“How can you control such a big light that can’t be controlled?”
Professor Rumbla objected.
Amid their tense exchange, the dean offered a compromise.
“Then let’s verify it.”
“Verify?”
“In the end, Professor Rumbla, aren’t you worried that Tuariiche, who possesses strong power, might become a dangerous figure?”
“Yes.”
The dean tapped his eyes and spoke.
“Then should we not ask someone who can understand the child’s thoughts for confirmation?”
“……The person you’re thinking of.”
“Exactly.”
Rumbla’s voice grew serious. The principal nodded.
“I will inquire whether Duke Gerwer can spare some time. We will revisit the matter of young Tuarche then.”
The Male lead Always Seduces Her with His Beauty (Matriarchy)
Xin Jiao Zhou is the leader of the world’s premier sect. She has just experienced betrayal from all sides, was poisoned in an assassination attempt, and faced death squad attacks while the poison was taking effect. After finally clearing out the scum from her sect, she was drugged again while trying to detoxify.
After waking up from a night of unconsciousness, she gained a “beautiful and kind-hearted” husband.
Xin Jiao Zhou: “???”
He fell ill.
She came to see him, bringing breakfast.
As she put down the breakfast and was about to leave, his hand slipped while holding the spoon. “Clank!”
She turned around upon hearing the noise.
He looked up at her, his eyebrows drooping: “My hand… has no strength.”
“Shall I… feed you?” she asked tentatively.
He opened his mouth cheerfully: “Ah—”
Thinking she was drowning, he jumped in without hesitation to save her, but nearly drowned himself. In the end, it was she who swam over to rescue him, giving him air underwater.
After emerging from the water, his ear tips turned red. He lightly brushed his cheek, tucking his sideburns behind his ear, revealing delicate, pink-tinged ear tips. He lowered his gaze, too embarrassed to look at her.
Xin Jiao Zhou: He’s truly beautiful, kind-hearted, and adorable.
A certain someone when disciplining subordinates behind the scenes: “If they don’t obey, just kill them.”
What’s that? She might already have someone she cares about in her heart? A certain someone: Find out who it is, kill them, and then there won’t be anyone.
What? She met a man by the riverside? What? That man even hurt her? A certain someone: Whichever hand hurt her, chop off his entire arm.
Love at first sight without realizing it, gradually falling in love, slowly getting closer…
Family and national grudges, schemes and desires, good and evil, crime and punishment, she and he face the future together, seeking justice with passion!
A naturally dark female lead who could accidentally destroy the world but is actually an honest person VS a weak, pitiful, and helpless but skilled fighter, beautiful white-cut black male lead
My heart is not of stone, how steadfast is your love? — Tao Yuanming “Imitating the Ancients (No. 3)”
— Reading Guide —
Cold female lead & dramatic black lotus with hidden yandere traits male lead
