The next day, the Magic class for the Rose Knights officially began.
Thanks to arrangements by Mills Academy, many renowned magic instructors arrived at the new encampment of the Order of Knights to explain the basic principles of magic and the various magic tiers to them.
Magic is divided into five tiers in total: Apprentice, First-tier Magic, Second-tier Magic, Third-tier Magic, and the highest level—Forbidden Curse.
The higher the tier, the harder the magic is to learn, and with every increase in tier, the power of the magic leaps significantly.
For example, the ice shield magic Teresa used during her battle with the Dragonkin Demon was merely Apprentice-level magic, so the Dragonkin Demon could shatter it with a single punch.
However, when using Divine Grace, the ice shield magic reached the level of First-tier Magic, and at that point, even the Dragonkin Demon could no longer break through it.
As for the other people’s magic at the time, it hadn’t even reached the threshold of Apprentice-level.
Of course, learning magic isn’t easy; before reaching Level 30, anyone who can master even a single First-tier Magic is already considered a magic prodigy.
Someone who learns Second-tier Magic would definitely be hailed as a rising star at any top-tier magic academy.
If one manages to learn Third-tier Magic, even at Galwin Magic Academy, they would undoubtedly be number one and attract strong attention from the Academy Head.
The Divine Son whom Teresa seeks revenge against is exactly such a person.
Whether or not he relied on Divine Grace to master Third-tier Magic, his becoming a magic star at Galwin Magic Academy is proof enough of his talent.
After classes began, Isavel would occasionally pass by the Rose Knights’ classroom.
Perhaps it was out of awe, but every time she passed, those noisy classes would instantly fall silent, with everyone bowing their heads and focusing on the magic exercises before them.
Strangely, she began to feel a bit like a disciplinary director.
When she arrived at the office of the Saintess here, Isavel met a strict-looking female instructor representative wearing gold-rimmed glasses.
After brewing a cup of tea for the instructor, Isavel asked, “You’ve been teaching for three days now. Have you run into any difficulties?”
Startled and honored, the instructor carefully accepted the teacup, adjusted her glasses, and replied,
“There have been some difficulties, but not many, honestly. These girls truly live up to being the Rose Knights chosen by the Goddess—their magic talents are quite remarkable. Many complex theories they understand after hearing them just once.”
Still, no matter how good they were, the classic phrase “You’re the worst batch I’ve ever taught” was never omitted from her lectures.
“But… there is a student named Aixi who doesn’t seem to have any magic talent at all.”
Mentioning Aixi, the instructor furrowed her brows, looking rather dissatisfied.
“What do you mean?”
“I’m not sure what this student has experienced in the past. She actually understands a lot of magic theory, but just can’t invoke any magic. Saintess, you know as well as I do—some people are simply born unable to learn magic…”
She shook her head. Even though she’d only taught her for three days, this instructor had already declared her a lost cause.
Isavel didn’t respond to her remark, instead asking, “What about the others?”
“The other students have no issues for now.”
“You don’t need to worry about Aixi from now on—I’ll make arrangements for her myself.”
“All right.”
The instructor nodded, then left the office. Not long after she departed, the office door was knocked upon again.
“Come in.”
This time, it was Teresa who came to see Isavel.
“Teresa, is there something you need?”
Holding a sheet of paper and a pen, Teresa’s beautiful brows were slightly knit in confusion.
“Lady Isavel, there are some magic problems I don’t quite understand. Could you explain them to me?”
“Explain the problems? Isn’t that what the academy instructors are for?”
“The instructors are all busy teaching the other students. I could only come to you.”
“All right, let me see.”
With several instructors having to handle forty girls, it’s no wonder they’d be busy.
Isavel didn’t doubt Teresa’s words.
She took the paper covered in problems, and just as she was about to look them over, Teresa handed her the pen as well.
“I hope you’ll write out the explanations as you go.”
Of course, she could.
These pre-Level 30 magic theory problems were child’s play for Isavel—she could answer them with her eyes closed.
The only things that might trouble her would be questions involving divine powers.
After quickly finishing the answers and explaining them, Teresa thanked her and left.
Yet after she was gone, Isavel touched her cheek, suddenly feeling that she hadn’t acted much like a villainous Saintess just now.
But what exactly should a villainous Saintess do?
Sneer coldly, then solve the problem anyway?
Isn’t that just being a tsundere?
She smiled helplessly and tossed aside the thought, refusing to dwell on it.
Meanwhile, outside the office.
Leaning against the door, Teresa lifted the paper up high, letting the light shine through the white sheet so each word stood out bright and clear.
Is this Isavel’s handwriting? She wondered what Lady Selis’s would look like.
In her heart, that absurd idea still lingered, hard to dispel.
…
The next day, Nola came by.
She claimed to be there to ask about the academy instructors, but Isavel knew well enough—she simply wanted to see Selis.
To fulfill her wish, Isavel purposefully transformed into Selis and chatted with her for a while.
At that moment, Teresa once again entered the office.
As soon as she came in, she greeted Selis and Nola, then scratched her head and asked a bit dejectedly, “I’m looking for Lady Isavel. Isn’t she here?”
“She’s not here.”
“Oh. Well, Lady Selis, could you help me explain this magic problem?”
Selis’s answer didn’t dissuade Teresa. She approached Selis with her paper and pen, seeking guidance on her magic problems.
Although she’d heard rumors that Saintess Selis couldn’t use magic, she still remembered clearly the magic Sun Mark from before.
If that had really been just a simple marking spell, she might have believed Saintess Selis couldn’t do magic. But that spell had even summoned Saintess Isavel.
While the magic tier might not have been very high, there was no way someone with no magic ability at all could have done it—at the very least, it had to be First-tier Magic.
So in her view, it should be no problem at all for Saintess Selis to answer such Apprentice-level magic questions.
She just hadn’t expected Selis to cover her mouth with a smile and gently push her hand back.
“Want me to explain? For magic problems, it’s better to ask the instructors, you know.”
That gentle refusal caused Teresa’s heart to sink.
“Let me see. I’ll help.”
Nola reached out, breaking the deadlock and derailing her plan.
“I—I… I still want to ask—”
“You child,” Nola looked at her helplessly, “don’t trouble Selis any more. She really can’t do magic.”
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