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Canopy stumbled back onto the field, his hair full of leaves and one shoe missing but he finally found it in the ground pick it and wear it. The students tried to hold their laughter as he brushed himself off with the look of a man who had just wrestled a tree and lost.

Professor Galahad pinched the bridge of his nose again, sighing deeply. "Hayayay... as I said," he muttered, adjusting his spectacles, "you must focus and never underestimate your magical power when channeling mana into your broom. And for the love of the gods... don't get too giddy the moment you succeed."

Canopy nodded stiffly, still dizzy, while the students snickered under their breath.

Meanwhile, a few steps away, Dila stood up from where she had been kneeling earlier, brushing the dust off her academy uniform. Her silver-white hair shimmered slightly under the sunlight, and her blue eyes were glowing with barely contained excitement. She clutched her staff in one hand and her broom in the other, her heart pounding fast.

"This is exciting... this is exciting... I can do it... no matter what," she whispered in her mind, her voice almost trembling with eagerness.

☆ Sigh... master, are you even listening to your professor right now? ☆ Nari's delicate voice echoed softly in her mind.

Dila blinked and looked up toward Galahad, pretending to look focused. "I am," she muttered in her mind, her lips twitching as if to convince even herself.

☆ Heheheh... typical master, ☆ Nari giggled teasingly, her tone half amused, half exasperated.

Dila's eye twitched slightly. "Nah, shut it," she whispered back in her thoughts, crossing her arms with a faint pout.

☆ Hehehehe... ☆ Nari giggled again, unable to stop herself.

Just then, Professor Galahad cleared his throat loudly, "Ahem!" He placed a hand over his mouth and raised his brow at Dila. "Distracted, are we?"

Dila nearly jumped, straightening instantly. "N-n-n-no! Not at all!" she stammered, her cheeks flushing pink as she forced a nervous smile.

Galahad raised one eyebrow even higher, his expression halfway between amusement and disbelief. "Hmm... very well then, Princess. Try to keep your... enthusiasm under control this time."

Dila nodded quickly, still clutching her broom tightly, while the students nearby whispered and giggled.

☆ He saw right through you, master... ☆ Nari said in a playful sing-song tone.

Dila's cheeks puffed slightly as she muttered under her breath, "Quiet, Nari..."

But her heart was still racing, her excitement unshaken. She looked at the broom again... eyes glimmering with the same wild curiosity that refused to fade.

Dila took a slow breath, her silver-white hair brushing gently against her cheeks as the breeze passed through the open field. Her fingers loosened around her staff for a moment.... then with a graceful motion, she tossed it lightly into the air.

The staff twirled once under the sunlight.... and then shimmered into glowing white dust, fading away completely before it ever touched the ground.

The entire class froze.

Professor Galahad blinked once, his mouth slightly open. His glasses glinted as he leaned forward a bit, utterly fascinated. "Well, I'll be.... she just vanished it. No spell chant, no seal sign... simply gone."

The students stared wide-eyed, murmuring among themselves. "Did she... make it disappear?" one whispered. "No, it dissolved!" another added, their voices trembling with a mix of awe and disbelief.

Meanwhile, Canopy stepped closer, his jaw hanging slightly. "Wha—what did you just do, High Princess?" he said, blinking fast.

Dila smiled, tucking a strand of her silver hair behind her ear. Her eyes shimmered with quiet pride. "I stored it away, silly."

"How?" Canopy tilted his head, leaning forward curiously.

Dila's grin widened. With a teasing flick of her wrist, she pressed her index finger gently to his lips and whispered, "Secret."

Canopy froze, his face flushing crimson. The air hung still for a heartbeat.... until someone in the back shouted, "Ohhh! Are they making out?!"

The class erupted in laughter.

Dila and Canopy's eyes both shot wide open, their faces turning red as they blurted out in perfect unison, "Nooo!"

The laughter grew louder, echoing across the training field. Even a few students who had been terrified of Dila couldn't hold it in anymore.

Professor Galahad sighed, his lips twitching between a frown and a smile. He rubbed his forehead slowly, muttering under his breath, "So much distraction... at this rate, we might not get anywhere."

Still, a faint chuckle escaped him as he looked at the two flustered students—Dila's pale cheeks tinged pink, and Canopy trying to hide behind his broom. For all the chaos and laughter, there was a strange warmth lingering in the air.... like the first spark of friendship glowing amid their magic and clumsy youth.

The wind grew calm for a moment as Professor Galahad raised his hand gently. His voice softened, yet still carried that firm tone of a teacher who'd seen too many magical mishaps in a single day.

"Alright... enough of that. Back to our broom practice," he said with a sigh, though a faint smile tugged at his lips again.

The students nodded in unison, some still giggling quietly over the earlier commotion between Dila and Canopy. They spread out again, forming a rough formation across the training field. Mana shimmered faintly in the air as each student tried to channel their power into their broom.

A few managed to make theirs float, wobbling clumsily above the grass. Others grimaced or puffed their cheeks, forcing mana through unsteady control. It was a symphony of grunts, sparks, and muttered spells.

Meanwhile, Canopy had already found his rhythm. His broom lifted smoothly just a few feet above the ground. He hovered there with a confident smirk, hands steady, his hair fluttering slightly from the breeze.

Professor Galahad brushed his beard with a pleased expression. "Oh... Prince Canopy, good. You're getting the hang of it," he said approvingly.

But Dila...

Dila was another story.

Her face was serious, her eyes narrowed in fierce concentration. She gripped the broom handle tightly with both hands. "Come on... work... work..." she muttered under her breath, her voice sharp with determination.

Sparks of blue-white mana crackled around her hands. Tiny arcs of electricity danced through her fingers, making the air hum. Her mana flow was powerful—too powerful—but unstable. The broom shook violently, and several students took a cautious step back, eyes wide.

"She's doing it again..." one whispered nervously.

"Don't tell me there'll be another crater..." another muttered, clutching their robe as if it would shield them from an explosion.

The tension thickened around her, but Dila's focus didn't waver. She pressed her lips together, trying to steady her breathing.

Then Nari's delicate voice echoed softly inside her mind.

☆ Master... please calm down. Think of something that relaxes you... like brushing Fran's hair. ☆

Dila's eyes fluttered for a moment as that image filled her thoughts. The soft texture of Fran's long navy-blue hair... the way she'd purr faintly whenever Dila brushed it gently... her playful tail swaying with each stroke.

Dila's tense face slowly eased. Her shoulders lowered, and the mana that once crackled violently began to flow smoothly through her hands. The sparks faded, replaced by a gentle blue glow that wrapped around the broom.

The broom lifted... steadily. No shaking. No blast. Just calm.

Professor Galahad, who had been half-hiding behind his beard with wary eyes, finally exhaled.

"Fascinating," he muttered softly, a small amused smile forming. "No explosion this time... I hope so."

He brushed his beard again, this time with quiet satisfaction, while the students peeked at Dila with relief—and a hint of awe.

And that morning... the air around her felt calm, almost peaceful.

As the broom finally floated unsteadily beneath her, Dila finally decided to ride it. She swung one leg over the broom like she'd seen knights mount their horses or how Canopy rode earlier. But the moment she sat down... something felt off. The broom wobbled under her she felt really awkwardly beneath her, shifting side to side, making her grip it tightly to keep from falling but feel something odd that she must not supposed to do it.

Her face grew hot red, not from effort, but pure embarrassment. This feels strange... why is this so awkward? she thought, trying to adjust her posture.

☆ M-Master... what are you doing? ☆ Nari's voice echoed in her mind, half startled, half scolding. ☆ That's not how you're supposed to sit on it! ☆

Before Dila could answer, a ripple of laughter spread across the students. Some covered their mouths, others blushed furiously.

"P-Princess!" one of the girls stammered, her face red. "You're not supposed to ride it like that!"

Realizing what they meant, Dila's eyes widened in horror. Her ears turned pink, and she quickly hopped off the broom, clutching it tightly against her chest.

☆ Master! Sit sideways—like on a bench! ☆ Nari urged, her tone gentle but amused.

Flustered, Dila followed her advice, sitting properly this time with her legs together to the side. The broom hovered softly beneath her, balanced and graceful again.

Professor Galahad, who had been watching the entire scene unfold, let out a small cough. "Ahem..." he muttered, brushing his beard and trying to maintain composure. His face had a faint tint of red. "That... was something."

The students burst into another round of laughter, though gentler this time.

Dila could only hide her face slightly, her silver hair falling forward as she whispered under her breath, "T-that was really weird and... embarrassing..."

☆ Hehehe... typical Master, ☆ Nari teased softly, her tone filled with affectionate amusement.

Suddenly...

The broom jerked upward, shooting into the sky with a violent gust of air.

"Ahhhhhhh!" Dila screamed, clutching tightly at the broom's handle as the world below blurred into a dizzying swirl of color. The rush of wind struck her face and whipped her silver hair in every direction, stinging her cheeks. Her heart pounded so hard she could barely breathe.

She dared to glance down once—and instantly regretted it.

Everything looked so tiny.... the students, the field, even Professor Galahad.... all looked like small, moving dots from her height. The ground was so far away that it made her stomach twist in fear.

"Dila!!" the professor's voice thundered from below, full of alarm. For once, his calm and humor vanished. His cloak flared as he mounted his own broom and shot into the sky after her, his beard streaming behind him in the wind.

Below, the students gasped in panic.

"She's too high!" one shouted.

"Can the professor reach her?!" another cried, shielding their eyes from the glaring sun.

Dila's whole body trembled. She could barely hold her position. Her eyes watered as the wind slammed against her, and her legs were shaking uncontrollably.

☆ M-master! Please calm down! ☆ Nari's voice rang in her head, her tone frail but full of worry. ☆ I can't control the broom through your mana... you have to focus... please, slow your breathing! ☆

"I-I can't!" Dila shouted, voice cracking, her fingers tightening so hard they hurt. "I'm really scared, Nari! I can't!"

☆ Master... listen to me... breathe slowly... think of something calm... ☆ Nari's voice trembled, but she was trying her best to sound steady.

Dila's breaths came uneven, tears welling in her eyes as she clung to the broom for dear life. The sky felt endless, cold, and terrifyingly open.... and for a moment, it felt like she might be swallowed by it entirely.

The broom finally slowed.... drifting to a stop high in the open sky. The violent rush of wind faded into a quiet hum, but that silence only made Dila's heart pound louder in her chest.

White clouds surrounded her on every side. The ground was gone, swallowed by a misty sea of blue and white. Only the endless sky stretched above her.... bright, cold, and terrifyingly far from anything solid.

Her hands shook so badly that the broom quivered beneath her. Her throat tightened, her voice trembling as she cried out, "H-help! Someone help me!!"

Her echo vanished into the vast emptiness. The sound of her own voice faded as fast as it came, swallowed by the wind.

☆ M-master, please calm down! ☆ Nari's voice echoed sharply in her head, desperate but gentle. ☆ If you panic, your mana flow will break again! You'll fall! ☆

But Dila couldn't hear reason anymore. Fear consumed her thoughts. Her breaths turned quick and shallow as her body trembled uncontrollably.

"I... I can't... I can't see the ground!" she gasped, tears forming in her eyes as the broom wobbled slightly under her unstable mana.

☆ Master! Listen to me! ☆ Nari's tone grew more urgent. ☆ I'm right here! You're not alone! Focus on my voice, okay? Just... look ahead, not down... breathe... ☆

But Dila couldn't focus. Her knuckles turned white from gripping the broom so tight, her legs trembling so badly she could barely keep her balance. The fear of falling.... the fear of losing control.... was too much.

All she could do was keep shouting for help, her voice breaking through the clouds, as the wind quietly whispered around her.