Chapter 117
The Professors’ Stubbornness
When Idnia chanted the spell, her black-iron magic wand disappeared and then instantly reappeared in her hand.
It didn’t fly to her—it had vanished and reappeared.
“Eh!?”
“Oh-ho?”
Even the students and assistants watching were surprised—so was Professor Magram.
“Selective teleportation? No way… But…”
Fiona was confused.
Even though she was confident in her magic, retrieving an item using teleportation was far too difficult for a first-year student like her.
“No, that’s not what happened,” said Lorenzo, speaking up instead. “She added a spirit attribute.”
“Huh?”
Lorenzo had figured out what Idnia did and was amazed.
“She temporarily gave the wand an air spirit attribute, tricking the magic into thinking it was an air spirit. Then she used reverse summoning to send it to the air spirit realm. After that, she summoned it back.
By linking Wizard’s Mark, reverse summoning, and regular summoning—she didn’t use teleportation, but summoning magic to move the wand through space. This is the true essence of summoning magic. Incredible!”
“So that means…”
“Yes. She’s been in rough shape lately, but she pulled it off beautifully.”
Lorenzo could tell exactly how Idnia changed the magic.
“Even more impressive is that she did it on the fly. At first, she was going to do a normal air spirit summon… but changed plans mid-spell. Maybe it’s because of that pulse-type mana circuit? I remember the professor mentioned that…”
At that moment, someone clapped.
“Marvelous! Fantastic! That was amazing, Idnia!”
It was Professor Magram clapping.
He also figured out why Idnia had to suddenly change her spell.
“That wasn’t something a first-year should be able to do. I’ll give you 3 store points. Honestly, you deserve more, but I planned to show this magic in my next class.
Anyway, it seems like you’re still suffering from the pulse-type mana circuit issue. If you want, I can help you with that for a fair price.”
Magram saw right through her struggle—and although he gave her points, he also tried to profit from her problem. That didn’t feel great.
Now, Idnia had 11 personal points, tying for the top spot with Karl.
Other students came up to try the same magic, but none could properly summon spirits from a distance.
They all realized how difficult it really was—and how rare and crazy it was for someone like Idnia to improvise and succeed.
****
After Magram’s class ended, Idnia finally got to rest.
“Phew. I barely made it through, but this pulse-type mana circuit thing… it’s really bothering me.”
In the original game/story, the villainess Idnia had no such problem using magic.
She was so overpowered that unless you spent real money, there was no way to beat her for the top spot.
She was the boss character for a reason.
Whether theory or practical magic, she was unmatched.
But now, for some reason, this Idnia was suffering from something called a “pulse-type mana circuit.”
Even though her magic talent was overflowing, this issue was dragging her down.
“The original Idnia didn’t have this issue… So why me? I mean, I have plenty of suspicious traits, so I’m guessing it’s because I’m a transmigrator.”
Probably because she was a soul from another world, a “possessor.”
“Magram knows how to fix it… but he wants money. Ugh.”
So she went to Professor Buremhid’s lab instead.
****
“Hm? Idnia?”
Buremhid was reading a book in his lab when Idnia walked in.
“What brings you here?”
“Well, um, do you know anything about pulse-type mana circuits?”
“Pulse-type? Huh. That’s not something most students ask.”
He closed his book and pushed a basket of bread toward her.
It was filled with fresh brioche and sweet flaxseed rolls—not the stale biscuits from the dorm cafeteria.
“There’s tea, too. So, why are you asking?”
“Oh… I think I might have it.”
“Hmm… Ah, I see. Let me guess. Magram told you he’d explain it for a price?”
“Huh?”
“Yeah, he just contacted me via telepathy. Said not to teach you because he wants to get paid first.”
“…”
“Would you like some tea?”
With a snap of his fingers, cups and a teapot floated over and poured hot tea for Idnia.
“Thanks. Please add lots of milk.”
Idnia grabbed some bread and helped herself to the tea.
She explained how she had the symptoms of pulse-type mana circuits and how it was interfering with her magic.
“Hm. Yeah… I suppose this is just a personal issue. Normally, I wouldn’t care. But you are the vice-captain of the Wizard Ball club, after all.”
Buremhid sighed.
“Show me a spell. Don’t worry—I’m not going to judge. I just want to see it to diagnose you.
Let’s keep it simple. Throw a Flash Ball.”
“A Flash Ball?”
“You know the theory, right? It’s not that hard.”
“Yes, of course.”
She hesitated. They were indoors, in a professor’s lab.
“Here? Really?”
“Yes. Just toss it gently—I don’t need a proper throw, just want to see the magic itself.”
“Alright.”
Idnia stepped back and gently tossed the ball. But as she tried to draw mana…
Sure enough, her circuit didn’t boot up properly, and the spell failed to activate fully.
“Hm. Ah, I see.”
Buremhid caught the ball and nodded.
“Well, at least it’s not like the Headmaster’s case.”
“Excuse me?”
“Principal Ludwig also suffered from pulse-type mana circuits. To overcome it, he became a vampire.
Fortunately, your case seems to be caused by external factors, not something you were born with.”
“Oh? What’s the difference? Can you explain?”
“Now, now. Just because I like Wizard Ball doesn’t mean I’ll solve all your problems.
My teaching method encourages students to solve things with their own talent. I don’t spoon-feed answers.
Magram also asked me not to help, but this is my philosophy anyway.”
“All the professors here are so stubborn…”
Idnia rolled her eyes.
If this were Earth, parents would be filing complaints nonstop.
Of course, in this world, those parents might not live very long.
“Well, we are locked up and forced to work here, so we cling to our pride. Anyway, I’ll cast a relief spell for now.
It should help you manage the pulse-type issue for a little while.”
He cast a spell on her. It was complex and hard to understand, but Idnia could feel her mana finally flowing smoothly again.
“What’s this?”
“You should be able to use magic again—at least for a while. But it’s not a permanent fix.”
“Huh?”
“Try casting Flash Ball again.”
“Okay…”
Idnia was grumpy about it.
Buremhid would help her because of Wizard Ball, but refused to just give her the answer.
He clearly had strong beliefs about how students should learn.
“Ugh, maybe I should’ve just paid Magram…”
“Let’s see.”
She cast Flash Ball again—and this time, bang! A loud noise and flash exploded from the ball.
“Wha? A bang?”
Buremhid caught the ball, surprised.
“Oh, I thought it’d be better if there was a bang, too.”
Normally, a Flash Ball just made light. But Idnia, inspired by Earth’s flashbang grenades, added a loud noise.
“Hm, impressive. You really do have talent. I’m looking forward to tomorrow’s match.”
“Huh? The match is tomorrow? Already?”
“Yes. If you win, I’ll extend the duration of the spell I just cast.”
“…I was going to try hard anyway. But now that you say it like that, I don’t feel like it anymore.”
Magram and Buremhid might be stubborn, but so was Idnia.
“Well, at least I was more helpful than Magram, right? If you win the 4th League season, I’ll help you fix the mana circuit problem permanently.”
“See, I hate that kind of attitude. I have pride, you know.”
Idnia left the lab in frustration.
“Oh, I’m taking more of this!”
She grabbed a bunch of bread from the basket before leaving.
Idnia tried to analyze the spell Buremhid used on her, but it was filled with protections to prevent reverse-engineering.
Even as a villainess-level boss character, her skills didn’t match up to Buremhid’s in magic theory.
“Well, I’ll just be happy I can use magic again. Phew. I have to win tomorrow’s Wizard Ball match.
I was planning to win anyway, but now it feels annoying. These professors really don’t listen…”
Idnia headed to the cafeteria for lunch—only to find chaos.
“What’s going on?”
“Oh, Lady Idnia,” said Marie, already there.
“They say the food tastes even worse now.”
“What? Even worse? How?”
“That’s what surprised everyone.”
“That’s so bad I want to try it myself.”
“Me too. I’m waiting for my turn.”
Apparently, word spread about how bad the food was, and everyone came to see if it was true.
The cafeteria was packed.
“Ew! Blegh!”
“What is this?!”
Students who took a bite spat it out and threw away the rest.
The line quickly cleared, and now it was Idnia and Marie’s turn.
