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The forest clearing was eerily quiet... only the faint hum of fading lightning still lingered in the air. Dust and burned leaves drifted down like falling ash. The ground still crackled faintly where Dila stood... her hair fluttering with the static that refused to fade from her body.

Professor Galahad's arms were still stretched wide, his barrier still shimmering faintly around the students. His expression... frozen between awe and disbelief. The morning light filtered through the trees, but even that warmth couldn't pierce the tension now gripping the air.

The students began to murmur, their voices trembling.

"W-what was that....?"

"She summoned.... a dragon?"

"No.... that wasn't fire.... that was lightning...!"

Then one voice broke through, filled with fear.

"S-stay back! You monster!"

The words stabbed through Dila's chest. Her steps faltered, her sandals scuffing against the dirt. Her widened blue eyes shimmered with confusion... and hurt. "N-no.... I'm not...." she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Professor Galahad's eyes followed her closely—his mind racing, trying to comprehend what he'd just witnessed. That wasn't any known spell... not even from the Arcane category. Yet her face... trembling, pale, eyes shaking with fear... it wasn't a monster's face. It was a terrified girl.

"Princess Dila..." he murmured under his breath, but he didn't move. He only watched... studied the smallest tremors in her hands, the way she walked toward them—slowly, as if every step took her farther from the world she once knew.

Dila's breathing was uneven. "No.... please.... I'm not..." she whispered again, shaking her head. Her silver-white hair clung to her cheeks, slightly singed from the blast. The faint glow in her core still flickered, unstable, like a heartbeat skipping.

The students kept stepping back, their magic sticks trembling in their hands.

"She... she destroyed the stone like it was nothing...."

"Even Professor Galahad's fire didn't do that much...."

"She's dangerous....!"

Dila flinched at every word, her eyes darting between their terrified faces. Her chest tightened painfully. Her voice cracked as she whispered, "No.... I didn't mean to.... I didn't...."

The professor's eyes softened slightly as he lowered his hands, the barrier slowly fading. "Enough," he said in a calm but firm tone. The sound cut through the whispers. "Don't call her a monster."

But the students still looked uncertain, some even clutching their chests in fear.

Dila's eyes drifted toward the distance... beyond the trees, where the sunlight broke faintly through the canopy. Her lips quivered. "No.... no...." she whispered, stepping back now, clutching her trembling hand close to her chest. Her entire body felt weak... but the heat in her veins hadn't disappeared.

It was as if something deep inside her had awakened—and she couldn't stop it anymore.

The morning breeze brushed her hair gently, almost mocking her trembling state. Her blue eyes, once filled with shy curiosity, now reflected only fear... and the ache of realizing she might have just lost the one thing she wanted—acceptance.

The moment the word monster echoed again in her head, Dila turned and ran.

Her sandals scraped against the dirt as she sprinted across the open field, her hair whipping behind her like silver silk torn by the wind. The gasps and murmurs of the students faded behind her... only the sound of her heartbeat pounded in her ears, wild and uneven.

"Dila!" Professor Galahad's voice boomed through the field, deep and commanding. "Dila, stop!"

But she didn't. She couldn't.

Her chest burned with every breath as she crossed the grass that stretched endlessly toward the forest edge. The trees blurred together in her vision.... she just wanted to disappear between them. Away from their stares. Away from their fear.

Yet before she could reach the shadow of the first tree, something struck her from inside—an unbearable pulse deep in her chest.

"Ahh—!" she gasped, clutching her heart as her knees buckled. The magic that once felt warm now twisted violently, surging through her veins like fire and ice tangled together. Her whole body trembled as she fell to one knee, her fingers digging into the dirt for balance.

Her vision shook. The world around her dimmed, bending with each heartbeat.

What is this....? she thought, gritting her teeth. Why does it hurt.... so much?

Her eyes widened in fear as she looked ahead toward the forest—the trees now wavering like illusions under her blurred sight. Her breathing became ragged, short gasps breaking through her lips. She tried to speak, but only a weak sound came out.

Her silver hair stuck to her damp forehead, her face pale as the strange magic rippled beneath her skin in faint blue streaks. The pulsing wouldn't stop.... it grew louder, heavier, like something inside her was waking up against her will.

"Haah... haah...." she heaved, clutching her chest tighter, her fingers trembling.

The edges of her vision darkened. The wind around her began to swirl, pulling leaves and dust upward. It felt like the world itself was watching—silent, still, waiting for what she might become next.

She forced her eyes up, looking weakly toward the forest as if it were her only escape.

Her thoughts trembled, faint and broken. Fran.... Let's go....

Her lips quivered as her voice came out in a whisper, shaking. What's... happening to me...?

Dila's breath hitched, trembling as she tried to stand up and staggered forward. Her vision blurred.... and then, crimson tears began to slide down her cheeks. It wasn't tears at all.... it was blood. Hot, searing, like it burned her from the inside. She gasped, her hands flying to her face. The warm liquid slipped between her fingers, staining her pale skin.

Her mouth trembled.... another drop of blood trailed down from the corner of her lips.

"Blo.... blo.... blood...." she stuttered weakly, her voice cracking. "More.... blood...."

Her knees gave in again, the strength in her legs vanishing. She fell sideways onto the ground, her hair spilling across the grass and dirt as her body twitched in pain. The forest wind howled faintly, carrying the coppery scent of blood.

The students screamed, stepping back in shock and fear.

"S-she's bleeding!"

"Her eyes and mouth.... are now burning red!"

"Stay back! Don't go near her, Professor!"

The professor's expression hardened, but concern clouded his eyes. He stepped forward, his voice steady but filled with worry. "I'm going to help her."

A student raised his arm, his face pale. "Professor, no! What if she's cursed?!"

"She's not normal!" another shouted, trembling. "Did you see that? Blood from her eyes.... that's not human!"

"She could infect you! Please, don't—!"

But the professor didn't listen. His eyes flickered toward Dila's motionless figure lying on the ground. Her fingers twitched faintly.... like she was fighting something unseen.

He clenched his fists. "No curse will stop me from saving a student in pain."

The students tried to hold him back, but the air around him pulsed with magic. A flash of white light surrounded him.... and in an instant, he vanished.

A gust of wind followed, leaving the students frozen in place. Their frightened murmurs filled the clearing as the faint echo of the teleport spell faded.... and the only thought that lingered among them was the image of Dila's trembling, blood-soaked hands.

Professor reappeared beside Dila in the middle of the vast, silent clearing. The grass and dirt around her was damp with streaks of red where she had fallen, her silver hair sticking to her cheeks, now tinted with blood.

"Dila!" he called out, his voice strained with urgency.

He knelt beside her without hesitation, his knee sinking into the soft earth. With trembling hands, he reached for her shoulders, gently lifting her upper body. Her skin was cold.... too cold. He carefully drew her closer, resting her head against his lap.

Her body was limp, but her eyes were wide open—glassy, bloodshot, and streaming with crimson tears that trailed down to her temples. Her lips quivered as more blood bubbled from her mouth, spilling weakly over her chin.

"Dila.... can you hear me?" he whispered, brushing her hair away from her face. His heart clenched at the sight of her expression—half-conscious, trembling, her breaths shallow and uneven.

The air around them felt heavy, thick with unstable magic. Tiny sparks of mana flickered in the air like dying fireflies, swirling faintly before vanishing. The sky above darkened, as if reacting to her overflowing energy. The faint hum of magic grew louder.... an invisible vibration that made the grass quiver.

The professor gritted his teeth as realization struck him.

"This.... this is mana exposure poisoning," he muttered, his tone grim and urgent. "Maybe She's been channeling energy far beyond what her body can withstand. But where does this mana come from?"

He pressed his palm over her chest, feeling the chaotic rhythm of her mana pulse. It was wild, unstable—like fire trapped inside glass, tearing itself apart from within.

"This is bad.... really bad," he breathed, his eyes tightening. "Her core can't handle it.... she's breaking from the inside."

The wind rustled through the clearing, carrying the faint echoes of frightened students from afar, but here it was only him and Dila.... the air thick with the metallic scent of blood and the haunting hum of almost corrupted mana.

He leaned closer, his voice soft but fierce with determination.

"Stay with me, Dila.... don't you dare give up now."

The professor hovered his trembling palm above Dila's chest, the faint glow of golden light magic flickering from his fingertips. His voice dropped into a low murmur as he cast the spell, each word carried with desperate precision.

"Calm down.... calm down.... let me absorb this magical surge.... ease the pressure...."

The faint golden light expanded, wrapping Dila's body in a soft shimmer. Her silver hair fluttered slightly under the energy, and for a fleeting moment, he thought it was working. But then....

The light trembled and shattered like glass.

Her body jolted in pain, a broken cry escaping her throat. "Ahh.... ahhh—!" Her hands clawed weakly at the ground as if trying to hold onto something solid. The soil beneath her fingers scorched faintly, glowing with unstable mana veins that crept outward like cracks in glass.

The professor's expression turned from focus to horror. "It's not working.... the energy isn't stabilizing at all...." He clenched his jaw, trying again, his spell burning brighter—only to fizzle out as Dila's pulse spiked violently. Her breathing came in short, ragged bursts, her face pale as snow.

"Dila, stay with me!" he shouted, panic finally slipping through his calm voice. His magic was useless—he could feel it. Whatever was inside her wasn't ordinary mana. It was wild.... ancient.... something that didn't belong in the body of a mortal.

He pressed his palm harder, forcing more mana to flow out, but the reaction nearly flung him back. The backlash crackled through his arm, numbing it with pain. He hissed, gritting his teeth. "Where.... where is this coming from?"

His eyes darted around her body, searching desperately for the source. Then.... he saw it.

A faint glow pulsed from her back pocket—dim, but rhythmic, like a heartbeat. It wasn't her core.... it was something else, something feeding it.

"What...." he muttered, eyes widening in shock. "The mana.... it's coming from there...."

He reached out, hesitating for only a second before pulling the small jelly object from her pocket—a glowing fragment, faintly humming with unstable energy. It sparked in his hand, sending a jolt of burning light through his palm.

He dropped it instantly, his breathing sharp and quick. The grass where it fell sizzled and blackened.

"Something inside her pocket.... is continuously powering her core...." he whispered, staring in disbelief. "It's forcing her mana to overflow.... tearing her from the inside out...."

He looked back at Dila, whose bloodied lips quivered as if trying to speak. Her eyelids fluttered weakly, her whole body trembling. The professor's chest tightened painfully as he gripped her shoulder, his voice breaking between the words.

"Hold on, Dila.... please.... just hold on...."

Around them, the field grew quiet again. Only the faint hum of that cursed glow and the sound of her shallow breathing filled the air.... fragile, fading, and unbearably human.

The small, jelly-like object pulsed violently on the grass where it had fallen. At first, it was just a dim flicker.... then, in a heartbeat, it blazed into a wild, blinding blue light.

The professor squinted, shielding his eyes. "What now....?" he muttered in disbelief. The light grew stronger, flooding the entire clearing like a rising sun. The trees around them shimmered in reflection, their leaves glinting in icy blue hues. The air turned heavy and electric, humming with unstable energy.

And then.... the object began to move.

It lifted from the ground slowly, drifting weightlessly through the air. A faint trail of mist followed its movement, swirling like threads of starlight. It hovered above Dila's chest for a single breath.... then shot down, sinking straight into her open palm.

"Dila!" the professor gasped, reaching out instinctively—but the moment it touched her skin, everything changed.

A sharp burst of energy rippled outward. The glowing veins that once spread beneath Dila's body began to fade one by one, dimming until they vanished completely. The storm of mana that had been twisting in the air evaporated like mist under the sun. The entire clearing went still.... unnaturally still.

Then, silence.

The professor blinked, his chest rising and falling in disbelief. The pressure that had filled the air.... was gone.

He looked down at Dila. Her trembling body had relaxed slightly, her breaths no longer shallow or desperate. She inhaled slowly, then again, her voice breaking between each gasp. "Haa.... haa.... I.... I can breathe...."

Her eyes, though still faintly bloodshot, slowly softened. The crimson tears had stopped flowing. The blue light on her skin faded until only faint cracks of pale glow traced her veins.... then vanished completely.

The professor exhaled shakily, lowering his glowing hand. "It stopped.... thank the heavens.... it finally stopped...."

He gently adjusted her position, resting her head on his lap more carefully this time. Dila's fingers twitched weakly, brushing against his arm as she struggled to steady her breathing. She looked drained.... completely empty.

The air around her no longer shimmered with mana. Even her faint magical aura was gone—as if something had drained her of every last drop.

"Her mana flow.... it's gone," the professor whispered, staring at her faintly glowing palm. "It absorbed everything.... even her magical surged."

The soft sound of grass shifting reached him. He turned his head slightly.

At the edge of the clearing, the students were slowly approaching. Their faces were pale, their expressions uncertain. Some were whispering to each other, others just stared at Dila.... unsure if they were looking at a classmate or something beyond their understanding.

The wind brushed softly through the field, carrying the faint scent of burnt stone and ozone. The light from the sun was now full peaked in the center through the trees now, bathing with shading black scene—an eerie contrast to the fading blue glow that still lingered faintly in the air.

The professor looked down once more, his hand trembling as he brushed a strand of silver hair away from Dila's face. Her eyes were half open, unfocused, but calm now.

"You're safe...." he murmured softly. "For now."

And for the first time since the chaos began, the field forest of the Twilight Academy fell completely quiet—only the faint rustle of leaves and the students' hesitant steps echoing through the air.

The students finally reached the spot where Professor Galahad sat, Dila still resting weakly in his lap. Her pale face was framed by strands of silver hair, her breathing faint but steady now. The field was quiet.... only the faint rustle of grass and the distant hum of mana residue lingered in the air.

Professor Galahad lifted his gaze toward the group, his tone firm but calm. "The basic magic training is postponed for now," he said, his voice carrying clearly through the silent clearing. "We can't continue until the High Princess is in good condition."

The words settled over the group. Some students immediately nodded with serious expressions, understanding the weight of the situation. Others exchanged glances, still shaken from what they had witnessed.

One of the boys muttered, scratching the back of his head, "Aww man.... I was just about to blast mine properly this time."

Another beside him sighed, crossing his arms. "Guess that means no training for a while, huh? My fire... Maybe... it will finally stopped farting."

A girl nearby snickered softly, whispering, "At least your 'fart fire' didn't summon a lightning dragon."

That drew a few nervous laughs from the crowd, though they quickly fell quiet again after glancing at Dila's motionless form.

One of the calmer students said under his breath, "She looked so scared.... but that power.... it wasn't normal."

Professor Galahad looked over the group, his expression unreadable. "You all saw what happened. Power like that isn't something to laugh about. Respect it. Fear it, if you must. But remember.... it came from someone still learning, just like you."

The students lowered their heads slightly, the mood shifting. The wind blew gently through the clearing, brushing the edges of their uniforms and carrying the faint scent of scorched stone.

Finally, another student—Canopy—stretched lazily, breaking the silence. "Well.... guess it's rest time for a couple of days then, huh? Works for me. My shoulders were getting tired from all that Le-fire nonsense."

A few of his friends snorted, and the tension eased just a little.

Professor Galahad exhaled slowly, his eyes drifting back down to Dila. "Let's Go. Return to the academy grounds. I'll bring her to the infirmary myself."

And then the Professor snap his left finger and it created a small golden magical field teleportation.

The students nodded one by one, slowly dispersing through the glowing field, their footsteps soft against the grass. The sunlight was still blazing behind the clouds as the professor looked down again, brushing Dila's hair aside gently.

The once bright clearing was now quiet and dim.... filled with a strange, uneasy peace.