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Professor Galahad lifted both of his hands slowly, the soft glow of magic radiating from his fingertips. The air around the classroom seemed to hum, vibrating ever so slightly. Then, in a blink, the light enveloped every student, and the world around them shifted like ripples in water.

When the glow dissipated, they were no longer inside the polished classroom. Instead, they stood in a vast, secluded clearing deep within a forest. Towering trees surrounded the area, their leaves glistening in the dappled sunlight filtering through the canopy above. Birds chirped faintly in the distance, and the gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze mingled with the faint scent of pine and fresh earth.

In the very center of the clearing, a massive open field stretched out, perfectly maintained with soft, green grass. Scattered throughout were magic training dummies of varying sizes, carved from wood and stone, some bearing enchanted markings that glimmered faintly as if ready to respond to magic.

The students blinked in awe, shifting nervously on the grass and adjusting their stances as they took in the scene. "Ohhh... wow, this is incredible," one whispered, eyes wide with amazement.

"Unbelievable... he transported us all the way here just like that," another murmured, glancing around at the towering trees and the pristine clearing.

Dila stood quietly near the back, her silver hair catching the morning light, and muttered softly to herself, "It must be... Professor Galahad is really, really powerful. Not only did he give me a fraction of magical power, but he also transported all of us here at the same time... that's no easy feat."

Her blue eyes scanned the surroundings, the serenity of the forest contrasting with the sharp edge of anticipation she felt in her chest. The students shifted slightly, some brushing grass off their uniforms, others stretching their hands to test their magic already tingling faintly within them. The murmurs continued, filled with both excitement and awe, as every student's heartbeat quickened in the presence of such raw, natural power and the possibilities that awaited them here.

Dila swallowed, her thoughts a mix of amazement and determination. If he can do this... then maybe, just maybe, I can learn to wield my own magic properly too without relying the system.

The gentle sway of the trees, the faint glow of the dummies, and the soft hum of latent magic in the air created an almost sacred atmosphere. Every student seemed aware that they had stepped into a place where they could truly begin their journey—one step closer to mastering magic under the guidance of the most formidable professor in the academy.

Professor Galahad chuckled, the sound deep and resonant, echoing softly through the secluded forest clearing. "Hohohoho… impressed," he said, his lips curling into a faint, knowing smile. The way he said it carried both amusement and approval, and it made the air feel charged with anticipation.

The students around the clearing were breathless. Their eyes were wide, heads tilted in awe, and they nodded frantically, murmuring praises under their breath. Some clutched their dress or adjusted their stances as if trying to steady themselves, their excitement almost tangible.

But Dila… she remained still, only shifting her stance subtly, her feet aligning perfectly on the soft grass. Her eyes, wide and alert, scanned the clearing, taking in every detail—the glimmering dummies, the faintly glowing markings, the play of sunlight through the trees. She nodded almost imperceptibly, her expression calm and collected, betraying none of the rush of awe that had swept through the other students.

Inside, however, her thoughts were racing. Impressive… yes, but I can't let myself get distracted. This is a chance… a chance to learn on my own, to grow… to finally take control of my own magic. No matter how much power I was given, it's only a fraction. I need to push further…

While the other students whispered excitedly and fidgeted with their magic, Dila's focus remained razor-sharp. She adjusted her grip slightly in her side, feeling the subtle pulse of the small magical energy now flowing through her core, and squared her shoulders. The forest seemed to quiet slightly around her, as if the world itself acknowledged her determined presence.

Professor Galahad's gaze flicked to her, a subtle twinkle in his eyes, as if he already sensed the ambition simmering within her calm exterior.

Professor Galahad's voice rang through the forest clearing, strong and commanding, yet carrying a faint undertone of warmth. "Now… let me give you all a small magic stick to channel your magical energy."

With a swift flick of his fingers, a soft glimmer of light appeared before each student, coalescing into delicate, perfectly balanced sticks. They hovered for a moment, shimmering like captured sunlight, before gently landing into the palms of each student. A collective gasp echoed through the clearing as the students instinctively clutched the sticks, feeling the subtle hum of magical resonance through their fingers.

Dila's stick appeared just as the others', materializing in front of her with a quiet, radiant glow. She immediately grasped it with her right hand, feeling the slight weight settle perfectly into her grip. Her eyes widened ever so slightly as she stared at it, the world around her blurring slightly as her mind honed in entirely on the stick.

This… this is it, she thought, her heartbeat quickening, yet her face remained calm, almost serene. The faint pulse of magical energy now flowing within her core tingled up her arm into her hand, linking seamlessly with the stick. A spark of hope flickered deep inside her—this was the first real tangible connection to magic she had felt in Weeks.

Around her, other students were murmuring excitedly, shifting their grips and testing the weight, but Dila barely noticed. Her thoughts were racing, sharp and precise: I must control this… I must master even this tiny fragment of power. If I can't… I can't protect myself, and I can't protect Fran. But if I can… then maybe, just maybe… I can finally take charge of my own life. But still, i miss you Nari rest in peace.

She lifted the stick slightly, letting it hover for a moment before lowering it again, feeling the hum resonate like a heartbeat in her hand. Her lips pressed together in quiet determination. This was more than a tool… it was a chance, a foothold into a world of possibilities she had thought was lost to her.

The professor raised his right hand and flicked his wrist sharply. At once, the air trembled as countless slabs of stone began to rise from the earth. One after another, massive stone targets floated upward, levitating smoothly before drifting into perfect formation.

"Thud… thud… thud…"

Each block landed in front of every student, the sheer weight of them shaking the ground beneath their feet. Dust scattered from the impact, and the vibrations rolled through the clearing like distant thunder.

"Woah!" several of the students gasped, their voices overlapping in awe as their eyes widened at the sheer size and force of the conjured stones.

Dila, caught slightly off guard, almost lost her balance as the heavy slab landed before her with a deep echoing crash. Her knees bent instinctively, and she steadied herself quickly, clutching her magic stick tighter in her right hand. Her silver hair fell over her shoulder, swaying with the aftershock, but her face remained collected as she quietly exhaled, regaining her composure.

She tilted her eyes toward the stone, studying its rough surface and sheer mass. The challenge before her was undeniable, and though the others murmured in awe and excitement, Dila simply tightened her grip and thought to herself… So this is my first trial.

Professor Galahad stood tall at the center of the open clearing, the sunlight filtering down through the high canopies above, casting shifting shadows across the field. The air was still with expectation, the forest holding its breath as every pair of eyes fixed on him.

"So," he began, his deep voice ringing clearly across the training ground, "I want you all to show me your trial skill. It is simple. You need only say Le-fire. Focus… channel your magical power into your stick… and nothing else. Do not let your thoughts scatter."

He lifted his right hand, snapping his fingers with a sharp crack. In an instant, a magic stick appeared between his fingers, gleaming faintly as if it resonated with his command. He held it loosely, yet with the confidence of a man who had long since mastered the art.

With another motion of his hand, a giant stone slab rose from the ground in front of him, casting a looming shadow. The students murmured in anticipation, shifting on their feet, clutching their sticks tighter.

"Watch closely," the professor said with a calm smile. He inhaled, and with steady clarity, he chanted—

"Le-fire."

In the blink of an eye, a blazing javelin of fire burst forth from the tip of his stick. It wasn't a simple flame—it roared to life like a spear of molten light, the heat washing over the students and forcing some to instinctively shield their faces.

The fire shot with incredible force, its velocity splitting the air with a violent hiss. It struck the magic stick in his hand, slicing it cleanly in half as though it were made of paper, flames devouring the broken fragments. And then, in the same unstoppable surge, the fire spear slammed into the massive stone slab.

"CRRRRSHHH!"

The boulder split apart instantly, the flames cutting through it like butter. Shards exploded outward, raining pebbles and dirt in every direction. The fiery javelin didn't stop—it carved straight through the ground, pierced into the earth beyond, and detonated in a burst that shook the ground, leaving a smoking crater where it struck.

The students gasped in unison.

"Ohhhhhh!"

"Ahhhhh!"

Their voices overlapped in awe and disbelief, faces lit with both fear and admiration. Several clutched their sticks as if the very idea of wielding that kind of destructive force thrilled them beyond words.

Professor Galahad simply laughed heartily, his voice echoing across the clearing. "Hohohoho! You need not be powerful like that. I only wanted you to see it. All I require of you… is to prove you can produce fire magic. That is the very standard of this mage class."

The students nodded feverishly, murmuring to each other, their excitement spilling into chatter. Some whispered about the raw might of the spell, others about what they could achieve if they could even master a fraction of that.

Meanwhile, Dila stood frozen, her forehead twitching as she fought to keep her composure. Her blue eyes widened, reflecting the lingering glow of the fire's trail.

What kind of magic was that…? she thought, her heart quickening. Even the Earthrea Golem… or my obsidian golem… could not withstand something like that.

For a moment, she clenched her stick tighter, the faint magic within her core stirring restlessly. She exhaled, quietly steadying herself, hiding her unease beneath her cool exterior.

Professor Galahad's laughter faded, his expression turning stern as his voice carried once more through the clearing.

"Now then… since I am teaching you an offensive spell, there are two rules you must never forget." His tone dropped heavy with authority, ringing against the trees as if the forest itself acknowledged his command.

He raised his hand, the faint embers from his demonstration still glowing faintly in the air. "First… you are never, ever to point this spell at a sevelian." His eyes swept across the crowd, pausing long enough for the weight of his words to settle in each student.

A nervous murmur rose and fell among the group. Some nodded quickly, others straightened as if bracing themselves, clutching their magic sticks tighter.

"And second," the professor continued, his voice sharpening like a blade, "you are not to harm one another when casting this spell. Fire is not a toy… it is destruction made manifest. Do you understand?"

A chorus of voices answered, scattered yet unified.

"Got it!"

"Right!"

"Understood, Professor!"

The students' eager nods filled the clearing. Their faces burned with both fear and excitement, some shifting on their feet, others standing taller as though swearing an oath.

But among them… one figure stood apart.

Dila.

She hadn't moved. Her delicate fingers clutched the magic stick, yet her gaze was distant, unfocused. Her blue eyes were wide, shimmering with the reflection of that devastating flame she had just witnessed. It was as though she wasn't even in the forest anymore, her mind locked in a storm of thoughts. "So powerful...!"

Her chest rose and fell quickly. The professor's words passed over her like wind, unregistered. She was still standing exactly where she had been, her body rigid, caught in the echo of that magic.

From the corner of his eye, Professor Galahad noticed her silence. His hand moved almost instinctively, scratching at his face in a thoughtful, worried manner. He cleared his throat softly, though his gaze lingered on her.

She's not listening… not at all… he thought, his heart sinking slightly. Her eyes, wide and frozen, told him she was lost somewhere deep in fear or awe.

He didn't call her out. He didn't embarrass her. Instead, his expression softened, calm and understanding, though a trace of concern never left his features. He let the class chatter fill the moment, concealing the fact that his attention had narrowed to the princess who hadn't heard a single word.

Professor Galahad clapped his hands, his voice ringing like a bell through the open greenery.

"Now then… let the basic fire magic training begin!"

The air stirred. A low rumble shivered through the ground as he swept his hand. Another Stone slabs erupted one after another with a heavy thud-thud-thud to accommodate just for extra, each perfectly set before the lined-up students. Even with a hundred bodies filling the clearing, the professor's command had them shift smoothly into formation. They spread across the field, each one facing their assigned target like soldiers in training.

The atmosphere buzzed with anticipation. Some students grinned, eager for their first real taste of offensive magic. Others clenched their magic sticks tightly, their knuckles pale, sweat dotting their brows as nerves tangled with excitement.

In the middle of the chatter, voices carried through the line.

"Oi, oi, this is it! My first spell!" one boy said, shaking his stick like it was a sword.

"Don't drop it, you'll embarrass yourself before the high princess," his friend snickered.

"Shut up, at least I'll make a flame bigger than a candle!"

Laughter scattered down the line.

Then, a louder voice cut through, sharp enough to gather a few chuckles.

He said to the other Princess "Hey, Princess! Are you afraid?!" A long-faced boy leaned to the side, grinning with a spark of mischief in his eyes. "Don't tell me you came here just to find a husband instead of practicing magic!"

His laughter burst out, exaggerated, "Hahahahahaha!" His friends joined in, elbowing each other like it was the cleverest joke they'd ever made.

"Careful," another student teased from nearby, "if she marries you, she'll have to put up with that laugh every day!"

That drew even more laughter, some of the nobles covering their mouths, others pointing. The mockery turned lighthearted, almost playful, bouncing back and forth like schoolyard banter.

Meanwhile, far in the corner, Dila stood apart.

She hadn't moved since the professor's last words. The noise around her blurred, her thoughts still tangled with fire, magic, and the weight of her secret. Her hand tightened unconsciously on her stick, her silver hair brushing softly against her face as she lowered her head.

It wasn't until the chorus of students just jokingly began to chant and shuffle into place, the echo of Le-fire murmurs starting to fill the air, that she blinked.

Her eyes widened. Wait… they're starting already…

She snapped back into herself, suddenly aware that the line was alive with anticipation, everyone readying themselves at their stone targets.

The high princess had been left behind… and now, if she didn't move, everyone would notice.

The forest clearing glowed faintly with magical energy as the students, sticks in hand, lined up before their stone targets. Their voices rang out in uneven rhythm, nervous but excited.

"Le-fire!" one boy cried, his stick trembling. A faint pffft of smoke puffed out... and then the tiniest flame, no bigger than a candle's flicker, sputtered weakly before vanishing. He froze.

This other one student burst into laughter.

"Pffft—hahaha! Is that all you got?!" he shouted.

"It sounded like a fart!" another hollered, slapping his knee.

"Maybe he's from the Kingdom of Gas!" someone else called, and the group roared louder, some students actually doubling over.

Even Professor Galahad had to cover his mouth, his shoulders shaking. Finally, he chuckled, raising a hand.

"Careful, careful… don't mock each other too much. You're all beginners, after all."

"Yes, professor…" the students chorused, still snickering under their breath.

But the chaos didn't stop. Another boy stepped forward, puffed out his chest, and thrust his stick toward his slab. His face turned red as he shouted with all his might.

"Le-fire! Haaaaaaa!"

A thin jet of fire erupted, surprisingly strong at first… but then, as if embarrassed, it bent down and flopped pathetically against the ground, flickering out like wet tinder.

The entire class went silent for two beats… then someone snorted.

"Hahahaha! It's like—like—it fell down like it was un-erected!"

Another voice joined in, barely able to breathe between laughs.

"Hahaha! That spell's got prostate cancer!"

The students erupted, wheezing, clutching their stomachs, some even leaning on their friend for balance.

The embarrass boy face turned beet red as he tried to glare, which only made the laughter worse.

Professor Galahad pressed two fingers to the bridge of his nose, sighing. "Ah… this is going to be a long class of insults, isn't it?" he muttered, half to himself.

Meanwhile, in her far corner, Dila's lips trembled. She bit the inside of her cheek, her shoulders shaking slightly. Her blue eyes narrowed as if she was scolding herself, but her thoughts betrayed her.

Don't laugh, don't laugh… hold it in, Dila…

But as she watched the poor boy's fire droop pitifully again while the others howled with tears streaming down their cheeks, she couldn't stop a small muffled giggle escaping behind her hand.

Her silver hair framed her flushed face as she glanced away quickly, pretending to be serious… but her shoulders gave her away, trembling with restrained laughter.

For once, she wasn't the stiff, distant princess. She was just another student, trying not to laugh at the ridiculous mess of her classmates.