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The clearing was now filled with random bursts of smoke, fizzled sparks, and the smell of burnt grass. Students shouted "Le-fire!" with varying results, none of which were impressive. Some sticks popped like firecrackers. Others smoked like damp wood. A few didn't even respond at all, leaving the poor nobles glaring at them as if they were broken toys.

One noble girl screeched with determination, "Le-fire!" and instead of a flame, her stick exploded in a cloud of pink sparks that left her hair standing up in frizz. The class went silent for a second… then a wave of laughter rolled through.

"Hahahaha! Look at her hair!"

"She looks like a lightning pink chicken!"

The poor girl tried to pat it down, but every strand stood straight up like needles.

Another boy stepped forward, stomping dramatically. "Watch and learn! This is how you summon true flame!" He swung his stick like a sword and bellowed, "Le-fire!!!"

A puff of flame appeared—only to shoot backward and catch the hem of his own robe.

"Ahhhh!! I'm on fire, I'm on fire!!" He hopped around in panic, flapping his arms like a chicken, while another student desperately patted him down. The whole class was doubled over, laughing so hard their voices cracked.

Dila couldn't hold it anymore. Her hands pressed over her mouth, but muffled giggles leaked through as her shoulders shook violently. Her silver hair quivered with every suppressed laugh, her blue eyes watering. Stop it, stop it, you're supposed to be calm… she thought desperately, but the harder she tried, the funnier it became.

And then, as if to push her over the edge, one last boy took a deep breath, shouted "Le-fire!" and managed to create… nothing. Absolutely nothing. He stared at his stick, horrified, and then stomped his foot.

"Le-fire!!" Still nothing.

The class burst out laughing again.

"Maybe he's holding the stick upside down!"

"Hahahaha! It's just a regular stick for him!"

Professor Galahad rubbed his temple, exhaling long and loud. His deep voice carried over the chaos.

"Ay… ayayay…" He shook his head slowly, looking at the sky as if praying for patience. "Why do I feel like I'm teaching children from a circus troupe instead of nobles from the academy…"

That was it—Dila broke. A tiny laugh slipped through her lips, then another, until she was quietly shaking, her laughter spilling into the noise of the class. For once, she forgot the eyes on her, forgot her stiff posture. She was just another girl, caught in the storm of ridiculousness.

And Professor Galahad, though he sighed again, caught a glimpse of her laughing face from across the clearing… and smiled faintly to himself.

Finally, the long-faced boy stepped forward. His tall, lanky frame moved with unusual seriousness as he walked to his stone target. The clearing hushed almost instantly; even the birds hiding in the treetops seemed to stop chirping. Every student, still recovering from the chaos of failed spells, leaned closer, curious.

He rolled his shoulders stiffly, cracked his knuckles one by one—crick, crack, crick—and inhaled with exaggerated drama. His face, long and comical as always, was deadly serious, as if the fate of the kingdom rested on this moment.

Professor Galahad arched a brow, murmuring, "Hmmm…" in interest.

The boy stretched, first leaning to the left, then the right, swinging his arms like he was warming up for a dance, not casting magic. Some students bit their lips to stop from laughing. Others exchanged looks, holding in their chuckles.

Then, just as the suspense peaked, he suddenly raised a hand and said with complete seriousness,

"…Can I get some water, please?"

"Pffffffft!" A wave of laughter erupted through the class.

"Hahahahaha!"

"Water?? What's he going to do, cast Le-hydration?!"

"Maybe his spell is to summon a fountain!"

Even Dila, usually stiff and cautious, giggled behind her hand, her silver hair shaking as she tried to smother the sound.

The boy, unbothered, kept a perfectly straight face. "Yeah. Water, please." He repeated it once more, like a nobleman making a proper demand at a banquet.

The laughter doubled, echoing through the open fields and to the trees.

Then suddenly, without warning, he snapped his attention to the target, his eyes narrowing. The joking expression vanished, replaced by raw focus. He gripped the magic stick tightly, twisting his body like a bowstring being pulled. For the first time, the field went silent.

He inhaled. His voice dropped, steady and sharp.

"…Le-fire."

The air around him shifted. A violent spark ignited from the tip of the stick, then a swirling flame erupted, gathering into a massive ball of fire. It roared forward with ferocity, searing through the air, and smashed into the stone dummy with a thunderous BOOM!!.

The impact shook the ground. Pebbles rattled under their feet, birds scattered from the treetops, and the stone target had a small cracked, smoking from the sheer force of the spell.

The students froze. Not a single laugh, not even a whisper. They stared at the long-faced boy with wide eyes.

Professor Galahad, watching closely, stroked his beard with calm interest. His voice, though low, carried over the silent field.

"…Not bad."

The boy slowly straightened, his long face still perfectly blank, as if nothing unusual had just happened.

The tension in the field broke like a bubble. The smell of smoke still lingered in the air, warm waves rolling from the small half-cracked target stone where the fireball had smashed into it. For a few seconds, no one spoke.... just the faint echo of the impact still rattling in their ears.

Then, one of the boys in the crowd leaned forward, grinning wide.

"Good job, Canopy!" he shouted, slapping his palm against his thigh.

The silence shattered instantly. A ripple of chuckles and murmurs went through the group. A few of the boys started clapping, some teasing him with mock bows. "Ooooh, look at you, Canopy the Fire King!" another laughed, patting him on the back hard enough that he stumbled forward a bit.

Canopy, still catching his breath, straightened with a smug little tilt to his mouth. He puffed his chest, twirling his magic stick like it was a sword.

"Did you see that arc? Perfect aim! If this was a battlefield, you all would've been hiding behind me."

The boys groaned and laughed again, half annoyed at his bragging, half impressed that he actually managed it. One of them elbowed him, "Yeah, sure, Fire King.... if only you didn't beg for water before casting!"

That brought another wave of laughter, the group chanting together, "Water! Water! Water!" while Canopy waved his hand dismissively, pretending to be unbothered but clearly red in the face.

Meanwhile, standing quietly at her spot, Dila pressed her lips together, trying not to laugh. Her blue eyes flicked over toward him, still amused by the sudden shift from clumsy exercises to a serious eruption of fire. She whispered to herself under her breath, just enough for no one else to hear,

"Wait.... his name is Canopy? What an odd name.... hmmm."

Her brows furrowed slightly, the corner of her lips twitching as if she wanted to smile but didn't want anyone to notice. Watching him bask in the cheers of his friends, half ridiculous and half admirable, she couldn't decide whether to laugh at the absurdity of his name or quietly admit that his magic actually had some power behind it.

The training field was alive again, bouncing between laughter and chatter, with Canopy right at the center, waving his stick like some self-proclaimed champion.

The laughter and chatter around the training ground still buzzed like a swarm of bees, Canopy at its center, his friends clapping him on the back and teasing him as if he had already won some grand duel. The stone targets lined up across the field, some scorched, some even barely smudged the surface with ash, their surfaces still steaming faintly from stray blasts. The air smelled of smoke, ash, and burned soil, thick enough to cling to the throat.

Professor Galahad, who had been silently watching the chaos unfold, finally cleared his throat. It was sharp at first, then dragged into a low rumble.

"Ahem.... ahhh haaaar.... haaaar haaar.... hmmm."

His voice carried easily over the field, pulling every wandering eye back to him. His calm, steady tone was almost unaffected by the noise, as though he had been expecting this moment. Then his red gaze shifted directly toward the quiet figure at the edge of the group.

"So, High Princess...." his voice was calm, not mocking, but it struck like a weight. "Are you going to practice, or are you content standing there just watching the others?"

The sound of his words seemed to hush the area around her. Some of the students turned their heads, curious, their laughter fading into little whispers. The weight of attention shifted all at once, landing heavy on Dila.

Her chest tightened. She blinked, lips pressing together as a dry gulp slipped down her throat. Her pale fingers curled around the shaft of her Magic stick, knuckles faintly trembling.

"I.... I'll try," she said softly, her voice almost breaking against the air.

Inside, her thoughts twisted painfully. High Princess.... daughter of a greater king.... but what if I fail here? What if they laugh? What if I become a joke, another name they chant like they did with the others?

Her heart pounded as she stepped forward, each movement weighed down by the silence that seemed to press in around her. Even the smoke curling upward from the stones seemed to watch her. The ground felt unsteady, like it could swallow her at any moment.

She drew a breath, trying to calm herself, though her chest still trembled. The title "High Princess" felt like chains on her shoulders.... a reminder of who she was, of the eyes that always expected more from her. Yet at this moment, she felt less like royalty and more like a girl afraid of stumbling in front of everyone.

Some of the students muttered, their tones unreadable. Curious. Amused. Expectant. A few exchanged glances, as though wondering whether the princess of Eldor would falter just as badly as the rest of them.

Her blue eyes narrowed slightly, steadying herself. She raised her stick, but inside she thought desperately.... Don't fail. Don't let them laugh at you. Please.... just once, let it work.

The moment Dila raised her magic stick, her hands quivered so visibly that even the air around her seemed to mirror her hesitation. Her lips trembled as she tried to form the spell.

"Le.... le.... le.... w-what was it again? Le...."

Her voice was so faint, so broken, that even the most talkative students fell silent. The laughter and banter that had filled the training field died away, replaced by an unease that spread across their faces. Some of them shifted uncomfortably, glancing at each other. For the first time, their mocking tones vanished. They weren't laughing at her. They were worried.... not because they pitied a princess, but because they saw how fragile she looked at that moment.

Dila swallowed hard, her chest rising and falling quickly. Dila.... it's just a fire spell. Don't be afraid. Have some confidence.... she told herself, though the words rang hollow inside her. Her blue eyes shook as she raised her stick higher.

And then....

A cold, mechanical chime cut across the air.

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A frail robotic female voice echoed:

[ Sub hidden class -> Archaic Conductor ]

Dila froze. Her breath hitched sharply. "What....?" she whispered.

At that moment, something stirred in her back pocket. The jelly-like Archane staff she had carried, almost forgotten, began to glow. Its light pulsed through the fabric of her robe, seeping out in radiant waves, until it could no longer be contained. A luminous mist flowed from it, climbing along her body and wrapping around her ordinary training stick like liquid fire.

The ground quaked faintly. The air thickened.

The clouds above them suddenly shifted, turning from calm white to a bruised gray. Within seconds, the skies darkened as though dusk had been forced upon the academy grounds. Thunder rumbled across the horizon. Lightning licked the clouds in jagged streaks.

The students gasped and instinctively backed away, retreating from her with uncertain steps. Their eyes widened as arcs of blue lightning coiled from the ground around Dila, forming a dome of crackling energy. The hairs on their arms rose from the static, their hearts pounding as the energy pressed against their skin.

Dila's stick shook in her hand. She took a breath, her voice still trembling. "Le.... fire...."

The moment the word left her lips, the world changed.

A surge of light erupted from the tip of her wand, coiling into the shape of a massive dragon, its body woven from pure blue lightning. It roared so loud the earth beneath them vibrated, shaking loose pebbles and rattling bones. In its jagged, luminous jaws, it swallowed a molten-red ball of fire, fusing flame with storm.

"W-what.... what is that....?" one of the students stammered, but their words were lost in the dragon's thunderous cry.

The dragon charged, wings spread wide, tearing through the field with an unnatural speed. It slammed into the stone target with ferocity, and the impact wasn't an impact at all.... it was annihilation. The huge thick slab shattered instantly, vaporized, molten fragments raining down like sparks.

But the spell did not end there.

The dragon arched upward, flying into the storm-blackened sky. Its body exploded in a cataclysmic burst of fire and lightning,forming a round outward burst and then turn into a mushrooming bloom of blue and red, almost like a nuclear blast. The air screamed with force, the shockwave slamming outward in all directions.

Students screamed as they were flung backwards, their robes whipping in the air like torn banners. Trees along the training field bent violently, some roots tearing free from the ground as dirt whipped up in violent gusts. Dust blinded eyes, branches cracked, stones rolled.

Dila alone stood her ground, crossing her arms in front of her face, her silver hair lashing wildly in the violent gale. The dome of lightning around her protected her from the worst, but it made her look like the eye of the storm itself.... calm and unbroken while the world tore apart around her.

Professor Galahad's expression snapped into focus. In a blink, he flicked his hand, teleporting the scattered students into one protected cluster. With his other, he summon his staff and thrust it into the ground, raising a colossal barrier of shimmering force to shield them from the cataclysm.

The lightning-dragon's energy writhed in the sky for several more heartbeats, then fizzled away into sparks that fell like fading stars. The storm clouds began to retreat, peeling back to reveal the blue sky once more. The silence that followed was deafening, broken only by the sound of heavy breathing and the faint crackle of dying sparks on the scorched ground.

When the dust settled, every student was staring.

Their eyes were wide. Their mouths hung open. Some trembled, unable to comprehend what they had just witnessed.

Professor Galahad, usually so composed, stood frozen with his eyes locked on Dila. His lips parted, the single word slipping out like disbelief given form.

"Impossible...."

And yet, Dila herself stood in the center, her arms still slightly crossed, her chest heaving. Her own widened eyes stared up at the dispersing clouds. She wasn't proud, nor smiling.... she was stunned.

What.... what did I just do?

The princess who had feared failure, who had worried about laughter, now stood at the center of a silence so thick it felt as though the entire academy held its breath.

Dila's knees almost gave out as the last sparks of blue lightning fizzled from the ground around her. Her breath came sharp, uneven, her hands trembling so hard the magic stick nearly slipped from her grip. Her silver hair clung to her cheeks, damp with sweat, and her heart hammered like a drum inside her chest.

She whispered to herself, her voice cracking. "I-impossible.... that.... that voice.... Sub hidden class.... Archaic Conductor...."

Her whole body trembled as memories resurfaced. That day in the Guild bar of Exonory Kingdom.... the day she had her appraisal. They told her she had no magic aptitude on that specific discovery because it's unknown. No class worth noting. A disappointment, nothing more. And yet.... the system had just declared something terrifying inside her.

Her lips quivered. "Why.... why is the system voice different....? Where's Nari....?" Her throat tightened as she whispered again, eyes stinging. "Nari.... I miss you...."

The frail, cheerful voice that always guided her, that had been her only companion in silence.... gone. In its place, that cold, mechanical voice had announced something she could hardly understand.

Her teeth clenched so hard her jaw hurt, a tiny sound escaping her throat as she tried to steady herself. Her fingers dug into the magic stick, knuckles pale.

Conductor.... it called me that....

Her mind whirled, tumbling into chaotic fragments. The sensation she felt moments ago still lingered.... as if she had harnessed the world's fury without pulling from her own mana at all. Is that what a Conductor does....? Harnesses, amplifies, channels power through itself?

The word Archaic burned in her mind. Ancient. Unfathomable. Beyond what even nobles and scholars whispered about. She could still feel the remnants of that force in her veins, a wild storm coiled under her skin, threatening to burst again.

Her lips trembled as she whispered, nearly choking on the words. "It feels like.... the Archaic part.... it doesn't use my mana. It just.... pulls something.... formulates.... a boosted random spell...." Her eyes widened, wet with fear, her hands clutching her robes tight. "But that's.... that's impossible.... no spell can exist without mana."

Her voice cracked into a whisper. "Overpowered.... this is.... too much...."

She hugged her arms around herself, trying to steady her shaking body, but her mind betrayed her with another thought.... What side effects does this have? What happens to me when it just randomly Use automatically just now?

Her breathing grew shallow, lips pale. She shook her head as if trying to deny it, but the thought would not leave.

Am I even safe inside my own body anymore....?

The silence of the training field pressed in, and though dozens of eyes were still locked on her, Dila felt utterly alone....

The sound came again, but a flat, mechanical tone that rang cold in Dila's mind, like metal grinding against metal.

[System compatibility incomplete. Class description unavailable. → Potential Ancient Weapon wielder not found.]

Her breath froze in her throat. The words echoed, hollow, without warmth.... not the gentle guide she once leaned on, but something clinical, detached, as if she were nothing more than a failed experiment.

The robotic voice continued, unwavering.

[Due to unstable core... skill activation is triggered by accumulated stress. Random expectancy. Warning: Ancient Weapon not compatible with Archane Staff power has been drawn-out massively causing it to be unstable.]

She thought to her self. (Wait Archane staff has a magical power of it's own i don't understand?)

Dila's eyes widened, her body stiffening as if the ground beneath her had vanished. She could barely feel her legs. Ancient weapon....? Not compatible? The words seared into her mind like molten iron.

Her grip tightened on the jelly-like Archane staff hidden in her pocket, her fingers trembling. She wanted to believe it was just a mistake, a cruel joke.... but the voice cut through her denial with merciless precision.

[First class weapon: Archane staff.]

[Second class weapon required for Sub Hidden Class → Archaic Conductor.]

[Warning: Continuous use will result in lower quality of life. Shortened health lifespan inevitable.]

Her pupils shrank. The world around her blurred. For a moment, she couldn't hear the forest, the whispers of students, or even her own breathing. All she heard was the echo of those words. Shorter health life span.... inevitable.

Her throat closed. A shiver ran down her spine, deeper than fear.... it was despair, cold and suffocating.

"No...." she whispered, her voice breaking, lips trembling as if she had been struck. "No.... that can't.... that can't be true...."

Her heart pounded against her chest, too fast, too loud, almost painful. The thought clawed at her mind: If Every time it randomly active this type of power.... I'll lose a piece of myself. My life.... my time.... slipping away.

She hugged her arms tightly around herself, nails digging into her sleeves, her teeth clenched so hard they hurt. Her blue eyes were wide, glassy with the sting of tears she refused to let fall.

Inside her mind, the echo of the robotic voice still lingered, cold and merciless.... a reminder that her gift was not salvation, but a curse disguised as power.

And yet.... as her chest rose and fell unevenly, her thoughts turned to Nari. To Fran. To the quiet future she had dreamed of.... far away from her father and the throne.

If this is the price.... can I still reach that dream?