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Professor Galahad laughed heartily, his deep voice echoing across the wide training field. His cape fluttered behind him as the gentle wind brushed past the students.

"Hahaha! Alright, alright..." he said, raising a hand. "It appears some of you still don't know how to properly channel your mana into the broom!"

He chuckled again, clearly amused by the chaos happening around him.

The students, however, didn't share his amusement. Some were frowning, others sighing in defeat. A few nobles in the front row whispered under their breath, their pride bruised.

"Easy for the professor to say..." one boy muttered, sweat dripping down his temple as the broom under his hand refused to budge.

"This sucks... it's like the broom's mocking me," another groaned, clutching the wooden handle in frustration.

Meanwhile, Canopy stood beside Dila, his face scrunched in fierce concentration. His hands were pressed firmly against the broom's shaft, his mana flickering faintly from his fingertips. The broom, however, didn't even twitch.

"Ehhhhhh, come on!" he groaned, pushing harder as if yelling at it would somehow make it fly. A faint hum came from the broom... then silence again. "Why is this thing dead?!"

Dila couldn't help but cover her mouth, giggling softly behind her hand. "Hehehe... maybe it doesn't like your mana signature," she teased, her tone light and playful.

Canopy glanced at her with mock disbelief. "Oh, very funny, princess! Maybe you should try it then, huh? Let's see if your broom likes you. Although i feel like you have talent on it." then he chuckled.

She blinked, her blue eyes shimmering in amusement. "I'll take that challenge," she said with a confident smirk, brushing her hair back from her shoulder.

Around them, the other students kept trying, frustration mixing with laughter and disbelief. The air buzzed faintly with leaking mana as some accidentally poured too much power into their brooms, causing them to tremble or spin wildly before falling flat again.

Professor Galahad only smiled wider, watching the chaos unfold. His eyes glimmered with that same amused wisdom he always carried. "Hohoho... patience, my students. The broom listens not to strength but to balance. Feel your mana flow as one with it... not against it."

His words drifted like calm wind, but most students still looked lost, muttering and sighing.

Meanwhile, Dila was kneeling beside her broom, her hand gently resting over the polished wood. Her heartbeat slowed as she felt the hum of mana beneath her skin... faint, warm, alive.

In that moment, she forgot about the murmurs, the laughter, and even Canopy's complaints.

All she heard was the soft rhythm of her mana connecting... and the quiet whisper of wind waiting to carry her.

As Dila stil knelt in the open field, her knees pressed against the soft grass as the faint morning breeze swept across her silver hair. Her fingers lightly touched the broomstick that she put lying on the ground before her.

She took a slow, deep breath.

"Come on... focus," she murmured under her breath, her blue eyes narrowing with determination. "Think... make it float naturally..."

Closing her eyes, she reached inward, feeling the quiet rhythm of her mana. It pulsed faintly at first, like a heartbeat trying to find its rhythm. The broom twitched slightly... then stilled again.

Dila clenched her jaw and whispered, "Come on, Dila... you can do it. Don't fail me now."

Her voice trembled, but so did the broom. It began to shake—first subtly, then violently, scraping against the ground like it wanted to break free. A few students gasped, their attention drawn from their own practice to the sight in front of them.

The wind picked up. Tiny motes of light danced around Dila's hands, drawn by her surging magic.

And then... in her mind, she drifted away.

She imagined herself flying through the sky—her hair trailing like a silver ribbon behind her, the clouds brushing her cheeks. Wheeee... wheeee... she laughed in her mind, eyes closed, lost in that childlike dream of freedom.

But then Nari's delicate voice rang softly in her thoughts, like a bell.

☆ Hehe... focus, master. Don't think about something else... ☆

Dila's lips twitched, and she giggled softly. "Right... right," she whispered, half to herself, half to Nari. "Focus."

Sweat trickled down her forehead, glistening under the sunlight. Her hands were trembling slightly... but her magic wasn't. The air around her hand began to hum, the mana swirling like ribbons of light.

Without realizing it, Dila had poured her full concentration into the flow—her raw magical energy spiraling out from her palm, wrapping around the broom in a luminous current.

The students nearby gasped, shielding their eyes. "Wh-what's that light?!" one whispered.

"Look! The High princess's mana... it's glowing!" another said, awe tinging their voice.

Canopy took a few steps back, raising his arm to shield himself from the sudden burst of radiance. "Whoa—hold up! She's really doing it?! That's... that's not normal mana flow!" he said, blinking through the bright aura.

The broom was trembling violently now, glowing with streaks of blue and white, the air around it vibrating with raw magical pressure.

Professor Galahad, floating a short distance away, adjusted his clear glass spectacles. The lenses shimmered faintly as he cast a quick darkening enchantment over them, creating black shades over his eyes.

"Hohoho... now this is interesting..." he murmured, stroking his beard with curiosity. His gaze never left Dila. "Let's see what you're truly capable of, young princess..."

The wind swirled stronger now, tugging at Dila's hair and cloak. Her heartbeat thumped louder... and louder... as if her entire being was merging with the mana itself.

And then—everything fell silent for a brief, suspended moment... right before the magic surged again, bright and alive in her hands.

Suddenly.....

The air trembled for a moment.... then boom!

A blinding light burst out from Dila's palm even stronger, throwing the broom high into the air. The explosion struck the ground beside her, shaking the training field. Dirt and grass spiraled upward in a sharp gust, forming a wild swirl of dust that shimmered faintly with traces of mana. The noise echoed across the field, leaving the air ringing in silence after the impact.

The students gasped and scattered back. Some covered their faces from the wind, others stumbled while shouting, "W-whoa!" and "Get back!" The force was strong enough to kick up their robes and scatter leaves in every direction.

When the glow finally faded, a crater remained where Dila had stood.... not too deep, but enough to mark the power that escaped her. Dila herself had fallen slightly to the side, her knees trembling as she tipped over onto the crater's edge.

"D-Dila!" Canopy's voice broke through the stunned silence as he ran toward her. His boots splashed lightly against the loose soil. He slid to a stop beside the crater and leaned down, extending his arm toward her. "Are you okay?"

Dila blinked, her silver-white hair messy from the wind. She lifted her head slowly and gave a faint, shaky smile. "Yeah... I'm okay," she said softly, brushing dust off her uniform.

Before Canopy could pull her up, Professor Galahad raised his hand from afar. His clear glasses glimmered with a blue tint as a soft levitation spell took hold. The faint glow of magic surrounded Dila's body, gently lifting her off the crater. Her hair and capelet fluttered lightly as she floated back to the ground, settling a few steps away from the blast site.

Canopy stepped back, awestruck, as Galahad slowly lowered his hand. The professor sighed, stroking his beard with an amused expression hidden behind calm eyes. "As I said... please don't use brute force to make the broom float beside you," he said in a firm but patient tone. "You must make it believe you.... not fear you."

Some students exchanged nervous glances. Others whispered under their breath, their voices trembling.

"Not a light accident..." one muttered.

"She... she made a crater," another said, clutching his broom tightly.

Dila looked down, her face flushing red. She bowed her head low, fingers fidgeting in front of her chest. "I'm sorry... I still can't control it..." she murmured, voice small, guilt mixing with embarrassment.

Professor Galahad let out a deep sigh but smiled faintly. "It's alright, High Princess. You can't expect perfection on the first try. Control takes time... and patience."

His words were kind, but his eyes carried quiet understanding. He knew her power was vast... far beyond the level of a student. Yet, it was also raw... unstable... like a river breaking from its path.

Dila stood silently, eyes lowered, her chest tightening with the weight of everyone's stares. Around her, the murmurs continued—fear, awe, curiosity.

But Galahad chuckled softly to ease the tension. "Calm down, everyone," he said, his voice echoing with warmth. "It's not like she bit you. It was only a light accident."

The students didn't quite agree, staring at the crater again with a sweatdrop or two, whispering, "Light...?"

Dila could only smile weakly. Her heart still raced... but deep down, she was relieved.

At least she was still standing... and maybe, just maybe, she'd get it right next time.