Chapter 4: How Can You Take Action Against an Underage Girl!
—Gwen walked in surrounded by attendants. Viktor extended his hand with gentlemanly grace and invited her into the eting Room.
The 2 walked side by side. Along the way, Gwen studied Viktor, and in doing so caught a glimpse of the jet-black, one-eyed Crow perched on his shoulder.
After the 2 entered the eting Room, Viktor gave the nearby attendants a subtle look. The attendants took the hint and excused themselves.
Once the eting Room door was closed, Gwen and Viktor took their seats.
Gwen asked coldly: "Did you receive the Academy's invitation?"
Viktor tapped the table with his fingers and replied: "I did."
After that exchange, the air in the room suddenly turned cold.
At this mont, Viktor had absolutely no way of reading what this woman's true feelings toward "him" were.
Though the 2 were bound by a marriage engagent, in the end it had been her who personally killed Viktor—and Viktor felt that Gwen held not even a shred of genuine feeling for him.
And yet Gwen had helped him.
The Professor invitation delivered to him from the Academy had naturally co with the Delin family's support in nominating him.
The more Viktor thought about it, the more uncertain he felt.
In any case, if he could repair his relationship with Gwen, he might yet be able to avoid the death ending.
Viktor waved his hand, and 5 bottles of deep crimson Life Potions appeared on the table, placed before Gwen.
"Please accept these."
Gwen rely glanced at them, showing no intention whatsoever of accepting.
Viktor looked at her proud expression, sighed, and continued:
"These are a token of thanks for your help. I heard from Leah—I don't want to be in your debt."
He held Gwen's gaze with his dark, obsidian eyes.
Gwen turned her head away, bit her lip, struggled with herself for a mont, then asked:
"Yesterday—did you or did you not confess your feelings to the Duke's daughter?"
Viktor remained silent. Whether yesterday's "Viktor" had actually done that… he himself had no idea.
That had been done by yesterday's "Viktor." The Viktor of today was worlds apart from that.
Seeing him continue his silence, Gwen genuinely took it as confirmation that he had done exactly that. Her cheeks flushed deep red as she snapped:
"Viktor! How could you do sothing like that—the Duke's daughter is only 17! You actually made advances on a minor!"
Viktor: ……
It seed everyone now knew he had attempted to flirt with a minor and failed.
Gwen was a Knight with an exceptionally strong sense of justice, and naturally could not stand this sort of conduct toward a minor.
If this matter wasn't handled properly, it could very well beco the spark that caused Viktor and Gwen to fall out completely in the future—so he had to handle it carefully.
Viktor felt a heaviness settle in his chest. He spoke to her: "I hope you can understand—I have no feelings for the Duke's daughter."
Gwen stared at him and pressed on: "This incident has already beco common knowledge."
Viktor looked at her eyes—brimming with anger and helplessness—and answered gravely: "I will handle this. I won't let the public gossip continue to follow us."
Viktor understood perfectly well himself—this incident, having erupted the way it did, would bring sha not only to his Clavena family, but also to the Delin family, who were bound to him by the marriage engagent.
The Delin family helping him was, in equal asure, helping themselves.
Gwen opened her mouth but couldn't get a single word out. She looked at Viktor and felt that sothing about him was different now—yet she couldn't put her finger on exactly what had changed.
Gwen rose to her feet, took the potion bottles, turned to leave, and at the mont she opened the door said to Viktor: "If you run into any trouble, co find . I'll help you."
With that, she pushed the door open and left.
Viktor let out a quiet breath of relief.
Weija, seeing his expression, couldn't help but grouse in his ear: "Who was that?"
"My Fiancée."
Viktor spread his hands helplessly.
The one-eyed Crow gave him a pitying look, its beak stroking its own feathers: "She's very perceptive. Her gaze is unnerving—like she was trying to see right through . Fortunately, I look like nothing more than an ordinary Crow."
Viktor was utterly at a loss for words.
"A one-eyed Crow is anything but ordinary."
***
In the blink of an eye, the next day arrived. Viktor made his way to the Academy as promised.
The Royal Magic Academy was exactly what its na implied—those who studied here were, without exception, the sons and daughters of the wealthy and privileged.
There was also a particular group of individuals who possessed magical aptitude far above the norm—these students were exempted from tuition and allowed to study magic here free of charge.
The exemption wasn't given without strings attached. As the price, these prodigies were naturally expected, in due course, to work in service of the royal family.
Viktor looked at the grand Royal Magic Academy and recalled scenes from the ga:
He rembered—there was a vast Library here, used for mage players to study magic of all tiers.
Viktor planned to go there and do so studying.
He urgently needed so highly powerful skills to bolster his magical arsenal. Though Viktor's existing magic was sufficient, as soone who ca from a background of Power Leveling, having more magic at his disposal would naturally give him a greater sense of security.
The Contract had already been delivered to Viktor's hands the day before—he was now a Senior Professor at the Royal Magic Academy.
On his first visit to the Academy, he proactively sought out the Principal for a brief eting. After exchanging simple pleasantries, the Principal asked him to teach the Academy's best class as a demonstration of his abilities.
After leaving the Principal's office, he followed the mories in his mind and made his way to the Mage Tower.
The Mage Tower was a place where players could undertake a daily trial. Upon completing the trial, large amounts of experience points would be awarded.
The tower was imposing and soaring, rising straight into the clouds. Its walls were covered in all manner of spell formations, and looking further up, a shimring haze obscured the view, as though concealing so profound mystery within.
Viktor approached the Magic Tower and touched the barrier. The magic within his body trembled faintly.
【Identity verification successful. Professor Viktor, welco back to the Mage Tower.】
A slow drift of black mist appeared before him—and when he ca back to his senses, he was already inside the tower.
"So that was the Teleportation Formation."
After climbing the stairs, magical ore imbued with powerful spells was scattered throughout the tower's interior. Books were arranged in neat, orderly rows—a scene utterly unlike what he had seen from outside.
Taking in the spotless floor, Viktor imdiately realized the place had already been cleaned and prepared.
He heard a startled gasp from behind him and turned to look.
A young woman with shoulder-length hair appeared before Viktor. A pair of fluorescent yellow eyes fixed themselves on him. Perhaps because Viktor was looking at her, her cheeks had gone red, and she asked in a slightly trembling voice:
"Are you Mr. Viktor?"
Viktor turned back and confird it.
The young woman continued, though her nervousness hadn't lessened in the slightest:
"I… I'm Heni, your Teaching Assistant." As she spoke, she handed Viktor a lecture script. "You only need to morize this before class this afternoon—when the ti cos, you just need to teach according to what's written on the script."
Viktor took the lecture script, gave it a quick once-over, and nodded: "Thank you."
Heni suddenly didn't know what to do with herself and scurried out of Viktor's office at a trot.
Viktor thought quietly to himself: "The Academy really has done a thorough job of covering all the bases."
No one at this school had any real knowledge of Viktor's true level of academic ability. Though he was indeed a 3rd-Tier mage of considerable power—
Even if the school had given him the position of Professor, it was based solely on his magical aptitude.
If Viktor were nothing but a fraud, no amount of nominations from 2 families would have put the Professorship in his hands.
What he needed to do now was deliver the lecture using the school's script. As long as he did that flawlessly, at least in the eyes of the outside world, no one would be able to find fault.
A Professor of our Royal Academy is absolutely not so hollow pretender!
Viktor picked up the lecture script again and read through it for a while.
After all, there was a ready-made script to use—why not?
The midday hours passed in a flash. The afternoon weather was even more brilliant and clear.
People from all walks of life were waiting to see the young Professor of the Royal Magic Academy deliver his lecture. They were equally curious as to whether this prodigy Professor, who had been silent for years, was nothing more than a gimmick conjured up by the Academy.
Viktor arrived at the classroom. He had already committed the lecture content to mory with perfect recall—all he needed to do was pull out a portion of it and teach it, and he could sail through this hurdle with ease.
Originally, that had been Viktor's plan.
But when he swept his gaze across the classroom and spotted a golden-haired enchantress seated in the front row, he changed his mind.
At 17, she was the most gifted student the Royal Magic Academy had seen in recent years.
Her background was equally extraordinary.
Second only to one—a Duke's precious daughter.
Erika du Chloe.
He hadn't expected that the very person he had antagonized just 2 days ago would turn out to be one of his students.
Erika had naturally noticed him too. Her beautiful eyes flickered with an unreadable light—impossible to tell what she was thinking.
'So this is the little beauty from yesterday's newspaper headline. Quite pretty too. Let have a look… tsk tsk—young as she is, she's already a 2nd-Tier mage. She's got sothing going for her.'
Weija muttered quietly to Viktor from his shoulder.
The reason Weija had been able to accompany Viktor into the classroom was that the Royal Magic Academy had never prohibited the keeping of pets, nor did it place any restrictions on the type of pet.
The Principal himself kept a waterlon that had grown eyes.
Compared to sothing like that, a one-eyed Crow wasn't particularly unusual at all.
Viktor cleared his throat and addressed the students in the classroom:
"I am Viktor Clavena, a Professor at the Royal Magic Academy, and I will be your teacher from now on."
"Today's lesson will cover: 《The Influence of Formation Structures on High-Tier Magic Systems》."
***
Viktor gradually settled into his rhythm, becoming fully absorbed in the material. Ti passed quickly.
About 40 minutes later, he glanced at his watch—it was already 4 o'clock in the afternoon. He waved his hand.
"Class dismissed."
He felt a quiet wave of relief wash over him:
Thank goodness—this class went without a hitch. No questions from anyone. Smooth sailing.
Viktor was preparing to leave when Erika, seated in the front row, suddenly raised her hand with a smile.
"Teacher, I have a question. Would you be able to answer it for ?"
Upon hearing this, Viktor's expression darkened slightly.
Sure enough—trouble had co knocking.
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