What the hell is happening here?
I thought that after taking down the so-called mastermind of the academy, the stress would be over. I thought I could finally relax.
But no.
Of course not.
That was too much to ask, apparently.
"She told she was leaving early."
Was that a lie?
No, scratch that. That was a lie.
Rachel lied to .
Right now, I was supposed to be focusing on basic magic class. You know—mana channels, wand control, all the usual stuff. But instead of focusing, my mind was spiraling like a cursed magic circle.
"Cadet Rin Evans," a bright voice called out, snapping back to reality. "As always, would you like to answer?"
Professor Alice Draken smiled at with that sa cheerful energy she always had. Like nothing was wrong.
But everything was wrong.
At least for .
"Yes, but... Professor, may I ask a question first?"
"Ooh? What is it?" She grinned, tilting her head like a curious puppy. "I’ll answer almost anything for our top student Rin. Oh—but just to clarify, I’m still single, but you’re not my type~"
So of the students giggled. I didn’t. I wasn’t even embarrassed—just completely done.
The reason she was being extra playful today had nothing to do with her usual antics.
It was because of her.
Sitting calmly in the very back of the classroom, watching everything with sharp, polished eyes, was Rachel Evans—my older sister.
"...Are cadets’ family mbers normally allowed to sit in and observe classes?"
"Aha!" Alice clapped her hands. "So that’s what our Rin is curious about. How cute! I thought you were going to ask sothing deep about spell theory or magic resonance. But of course not, silly! The academy may be a little flexible about cadet movents, but we don’t just let anyone walk in and spectate."
I glanced back again.
Rachel didn’t even flinch when our eyes t. Just gave a small, perfectly polite smile.
I turned forward again, stiff.
"Then... why is my sister here?"
"Oh, co now. Hero Rachel Evans isn’t just anyone." Alice twirled her staff and winked at the class. "I bet there’s not a single person in this room who doesn’t know who she is. Honestly, I thought you two looked alike the mont I saw her. Honor student blood must run in the family!"
The class chuckled. I didn’t.
I wanted to sink into my seat and evaporate.
Then Alice smiled more gently, lowering her voice just a touch.
"Kidding, kidding. Relax. She’s not just here as your big sister—she’s here in an official capacity. Her status isn’t just as a visitor or observer. She’s an inspector."
An inspector?
"She’s here to evaluate the quality of our teaching and internal systems," Alice added, twirling a loose strand of hair. "You all know about the external inspections happening lately, right? It’s part of the academy’s new transparency initiative after all the... unpleasantness last sester."
Ah. That made sense.
In the original story, after the whole series of security breaches and suspicious incidents, the academy started letting external figures in to help supervise and evaluate.
Apparently, in this version of events, Dad had pulled so strings—money, influence, or both—and secured Rachel one of those coveted inspection spots.
And now she was here. At my academy.
In my classroom.
Watching .
I understood the reasoning. I really did.
It all made sense.
But that didn’t make it any less humiliating.
How the hell was I supposed to focus on wand posture when my sister was sitting in the back row like a living judgnt emoji?
My shoulders sagged as I tried not to scream into my sleeve.
Rachel caught my eye again.
And winked.
I died a little inside and I quickly looked away.
She was enjoying this.
No, worse—she planned this.
This was a long-con ambush in broad daylight. She knew I couldn’t run. Not while I was in a classroom, surrounded by people, under the eyes of a Hero and a professor.
And worst of all?
Nobody else thought this was weird.
Everyone around was either starstruck, entertained, or whispering excitedly like we were filming a drama.
"Oh my god, is that really Rachel Evans?"
"I thought she was taller..."
"Rin’s related to her?! How is that fair?!"
I tried to act like a normal cadet and not a panicking younger brother being shadowed by a nationally recognized war goddess.
And then—
"Alright then, Rin," Alice said, spinning her chalk between her fingers. "Since you had a question, it’s only fair I return the favor. Now, how about you answer this next one—"
I froze.
Wait, what?
I blinked. "...Sorry, Professor, could you repeat the question?"
The class chuckled.
Alice stopped mid-step and turned slowly, theatrically, hand over her chest like I had just wounded her pride.
"Rin Evans," she gasped. "Our beloved honor student. Our star cadet. Our golden child. You weren’t listening?"
"I—uh—no, I just—" My eyes flicked toward the back row again. "There were... distractions."
Alice gave a devilish smile. "What kind of distractions, I wonder?"
More giggles from the class. Leona wasn’t here to save . She was probably passed out sowhere from fangirling too hard.
I cleared my throat. "I was... reviewing a related formula in my head and didn’t hear the full question."
"Ohhh, I see." Alice raised an eyebrow. "In that case, I’ll just have to dock your participation score today."
I panicked. "Wha—Professor!"
"Kidding," she laughed, waving her hand. "Relax. I wouldn’t dare traumatize our little genius in front of his big sister. It’s just too delicious."
Rachel smiled.
Rachel smiled wider.
I wanted to scream.
"Alright, alright," Alice said, finally giving in. "Here’s the question again. What is the primary difference between a basic elental conjuration spell and a transmuted spell of the sa elental attribute?"
Okay. Easy. We went over this last week. I just had to get my brain back online.
"Elental conjuration draws on raw mana to create the elent from scratch," I said, trying to sound like I hadn’t nearly short-circuited. "Transmutation, on the other hand, alters existing matter into that elent. The process is more stable but requires higher elental affinity and control."
"Perfect," Alice said, snapping her fingers. "Back on track, as expected from Rin. See, everyone? Even when distracted, he nails it."
The class clapped politely.
Rachel also gave a single clap.
Just one.
The sound echoed through my bones like judgnt from the heavens.
Alice smirked. "Good job. And good recovery. Just don’t zone out again—or next ti, I will put your na in the ’Needs Special Tutoring’ box."
More laughter.
I forced a smile.
Haha. Very funny. Let’s all laugh at the guy being dissected alive by his sister’s eyeballs.
I sat down and tried not to think about how long this class was going to last.
Rachel didn’t say a word the entire ti.
But she didn’t need to.
She was watching.
And that was worse.
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Author Note:
Thank you for reading the Chapter. I hope you continue to do read more in future.
It’s my first novel so if there’s any kind of mistakes you find in the novel related to grammar please tell and I’ll edit it as soon as possible.
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