CHAPTER 101
Wounds from School Days…
Magic Academy × Overpowered Noble Lady
Idnia was confused when she heard other students say that the magical wind from Baroness Bylem hurt and made their bodies sting.
“Sting? It just feels cool to me.”
Even Mari, who had strong magic, said she was in pain.
“Is it because I’ve trained in aura?”
Idnia wondered, but even students like Persifier—who also trained in aura—were struggling.
Why did this dangerous magical wind feel refreshing to Idnia?
“I mean, I am a duke’s daughter. Shouldn’t I be delicate, like someone who’s never lifted anything heavier than a teacup?”
In reality, Idnia was so strong she could knock out a bear with one hand.
So she figured the wind felt cool just because she was naturally tough.
She ignored the magic wind and kept reading her book. She had no time to waste.
Having grown up in the harsh environment of the Betelgeuse family—and having studied for entrance exams on Earth—she deeply understood the value of time.
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After Baroness Bylem’s class, Vice Principal Deneve’s Magic Theory class began.
Most students had a hard time in this class. Only naturally smart students like Isolde and Fiona—or hard-working ones like Idnia—could keep up.
Professor Deneve often gave lots of homework, which was also hard to grade.
“Let’s review the last assignment. You were asked to adjust the duration and targeting point of the spinning sustain spell, right?”
This wasn’t a basic example from the textbook. It required adjusting the power and target of the spell—an important step toward creating your own spells.
But most students had just copied the same solution.
Even though there were many ways to solve the problem, answers from the same dorm were all alike.
She suspected the dorms shared answers internally.
“Once again, it’s like this. Prince Rudolf, all Zephyros students used the same spell method. What does this mean? As dorm leader, please explain.”
Since the dorms had limited space, she didn’t believe they could copy so efficiently without the dorm leader’s help.
Rudolf, however, calmly replied,
“We have a study group in Zephyros. We help each other so everyone can keep up and succeed. This assignment was a team effort. We didn’t copy—we learned and practiced together.”
Deneve replied:
“But the assignment was for each of you to think on your own.”
Rudolf countered:
“Didn’t you assign it so we could learn and gain insight through the process? That’s what we did.”
Even though he was the Crown Prince, his argument was bold.
“Without teamwork, many students would’ve failed to understand the spell and fall behind in future classes.”
As Crown Prince, he needed to raise the Empire’s overall talent pool. He wouldn’t let students fall behind over one tough assignment.
Deneve was momentarily speechless.
“That’s… an excellent response. Honestly, it caught me off guard. Rudolf, I’ll award you 2 merit points for your insight and argument.”
No one thought he received favoritism because of his status.
Rudolf had turned a scolding into an opportunity—and everyone agreed he deserved those 2 points.
‘Rudolf is amazing for standing firm at his age—but Deneve is even more impressive. She could’ve used her authority to silence him, but she listened and changed.’
Idnia was impressed by both.
“Everyone, that was my mistake. From now on, I’ll assign reading for homework and do the creative thinking work during class. I won’t grade this assignment.”
She had realized that homework might discourage students. So she changed the structure: reading for homework, and idea work in class.
It seemed like a small change, but for an experienced teacher, it showed real flexibility.
“Now, let’s think in terms of Wizard Ball. Do you know the ‘Dispel Ball’ pitch?”
Deneve smoothly shifted topics—probably her original plan for the day.
But when she mentioned Wizard Ball, most students fell silent.
They had been excited before their first game. But after getting crushed by the Dunaice public students, their excitement faded.
Only the Wizard Ball team members—looking forward to a lunch party—still showed interest.
“Batters often use ‘Rebound Magic’ to hit farther. ‘Dispel Ball’ was created to cancel that magic.”
She showed an illusion: a pitcher throws a ball, the batter enchants the bat with suction and rebound magic, hits the ball—but the Dispel Ball activates, cancels the magic, and the ball becomes a weak fly caught by a fielder.
“Fiona?” she called.
Isolde had raised her hand too, but Fiona was quicker.
Fiona analyzed the whole sequence: how the suction magic deactivated just in time, how rebound magic triggered conditionally, and how the Dispel Ball only worked on contact—not suction.
She even pointed out how the spell made sure the ball’s angle changed, making it easier to catch.
Fiona had clearly studied Wizard Ball hard after their defeat.
“Excellent. Fiona gets 1 merit point.”
She kept answering questions, earning 2 more points. She now had 5 total points, bringing Notos dorm up to 9 points.
“Well done, Fiona. You saved our dorm’s reputation.” said Lorenzo, the dorm leader.
Fiona blushed.
“Thank you, but we’re still in last place. Eurus has 23 points, Boreas 21, and Zephyros just reached 14 with Prince Rudolf’s new points. We have a long way to go.”
“That’s my fault as dorm leader. I’m sorry,” said Lorenzo.
Then Fiona frowned.
“But… something feels strange.”
“Strange? What do you mean?”
“Isolde. She’s acting odd. Normally, she’d never stay quiet during class.”
She noticed that her self-declared rival, Isolde, was just absentmindedly taking notes, not participating.
‘Come to think of it…’
Idnia also sensed that something was off.
‘Didn’t she say she ran into a relative during the game? Maybe that’s affecting her.’
Meanwhile, Baroness Bylem sealed a letter with magic from her signet ring.
“Gibbles, could you deliver this to Sir Caller of the Imperial Palace Guard?”
“Uh… Baroness…”
Gibbles, who often did errands for her, looked uneasy.
“Did Professor Deneve say something to you?”
“Actually… the Principal is here.”
“What?”
She turned around—and there was Principal Ludwig, holding a sun-blocking umbrella indoors, standing quietly behind her.
Even dressed like that, no one noticed him enter.
“Principal?!”
“So, writing to the Emperor again? Staying loyal?”
“Yes. As a citizen of the Empire, it’s my duty.”
“The Academy owes no loyalty to the Empire. Respecting the Emperor is just respecting current human politics.”
“Still, as a citizen, I can’t ignore the threat of demons. Are you going to stop me? Did I cross the line as a teacher?”
“No. I’m just here to warn you. Did I ever mention that the previous Saint, Flora, is still alive?”
“…What?”
Baroness Bylem was shocked.
Flora… alive?
“Yes. Not only that—she’s now the Empress Dowager of the demon nation, Garmhau. She made a pact with the former Demon King, had a son named Caesar, and he’s now in line to inherit the throne.”
Baroness Bylem was stunned.
The Saint had betrayed humanity, married the Demon King, and had a child with him—despite already having a husband and never divorcing?
But then…
‘That’s just like Flora.’
Baroness Bylem, who had been bullied by Flora during school, wasn’t surprised at all.
Not trying to nit pick but you have Baroness Bylem written down as Baroness Buremhyde… Anyway, thanks for the update