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Chapter 6

After the magic circle class.

Violet, the professor in charge of Magic Circle Application and Interpretation I and the homeroom teacher of Ians class Mezai, was waiting for a student in her office.

She was waiting for a student in her office.

She called as soon as class was over, so she wouldnt have to wait too long.

Since she had called immediately after the class ended, there was no need to wait long. However, even that short time felt difficult to wait for, and Elena was tapping her long, white fingers on an elegant wooden table.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Her lavishly violet hair, which used to be flawlessly neat, now seemed a bit disheveled, suggesting some inner turmoil.

However, her expression remained profoundly calm.

I wont know unless I ask myself.

At that moment, as her fingers moved a bit faster

Knock, knock!

The sound of knocking on the door echoed.

Violet jumped to her feet reflexively.

Ah, the student.

At that thought, she sat back down awkwardly.

Perhaps she was too excited.

Violet, taking a deep breath, spoke with a cold tone.

Come on in.

Creak.

The dark wooden door cautiously opened. A boy with deep, dark blue hair entered. He appeared somewhat pale and seemed to be in pain as he glanced around. His black eyes seemed as deep as ever.

Ian Blackangers.

He nodded his head.

Did you call, Professor?

Yes. Please have a seat over here.

Violet pointed to the guest chair in front of her desk and observed Ian closely.

Confidently, yet politely, Ian crossed the room and carefully took a seat. From a modern Korean students perspective, his behavior was quite ordinary, but Violet, unaware of this, could only make assumptions.

Look at that.

Bowing when greeting someone and sitting down without making a soundthe little things.

Certainly.

Certainly, this boy had changed.

What was the big deal about that?

In the Mezai class, students with talent in magic and spirits were rare. They were mostly nobility.

Basically, it meant that polite ones were rare.

And it was also a characteristic of mages.

You have to be able to bend your noble head to succeed.

Of course, Violet didnt teach such things.

It wasnt something that could be taught through words.

It was a lesson one had to learn through harsh experience.

Ian was no different from the ordinary Mezai students. In fact, he was worse.

His only interest seemed to be in a few girls, and Violet, as his homeroom teacher, was well aware of this fact.

That boy has changed.

The socially awkward boy had transformed.

He didnt fidget or appear anxious.

He didnt exert too much force or act unnaturally.

Those hard-to-observe traits had disappeared.

I feel a sense of calm.

When Violet called Ian, she originally intended to ask how he had improved his magic circle composition and drawing skills so quickly.

However, that concern had long since disappeared from Violets mind. From the moment she was tapping the table in her office, her sole focus had been on Ians transformation.

I guess I should test him once.

Violet adopted a more professorial, professor-like, tone.

Magicians inherently form hypotheses and verify them when events occur.

Ian nodded quietly.

I made a few assumptions.

About what?

Why Ian has appeared to change so much.

Ian didnt show any particular reaction, which made Violet even more attentive.

First, theres a malevolent spirit inhabiting your body.

Ian flinched.

His shoulders trembled lightly.

That was a sharp curveball.

From Ians perspective, it was inevitable for him to think,

How does she know?

Was Professor Violet different from the other instructors at Lichten Academy? He was surprised in that sense. He quickly composed his expression, but it felt like he was a bit late.

..

Expectedly, Violet hadnt missed Ians transformation.

She nodded as if she had expected it.

Yes. I can understand Ian laughing at that. Its quite an outlandish assumption.

It was a misunderstanding.

Ian had some time to regain his composure.

I didnt doubt it.

Yes, I noticed how you tried to hold back your laughter. You have very good manners. Thankfully.

Violet grinned.

A mischievous yet mature smile on her face.

She leaned closer to Ian suddenly.

Ian didnt avoid her.

He met her gaze.

Deep, curious eyes that seemed endless.

He noticed a late but distinct scent of various herbs, potions, and books mixed together.

So, this is what a magician smells like, Ian thought, his adaptation to the fantasy world increasing.

Violet playfully raised the corner of her lips.

This is another change. You used to be quite immature in your emotional expressions. If I did this back then, you might have blushed. Whether Im your homeroom teacher or not.

I apologize.

No need to apologize. Youve changed, havent you? Youve become more proficient

Violet opened the hem of her own shirt, which had been left undone on purpose.

and more mature.

With those words, Violet fell silent.

Ians desire couldnt be contained any longer.

His instincts that had been suppressed when dealing with students were bubbling up.

It wasnt Professor Violet but Magician Violet who was trying to break out.

He couldnt stop it.

..

The process and the result.

Magicians are often criticized as being trash who only care about the result.

But thats a story told by those who know nothing.

In the eyes of magicians, the process is also crucial.

You need to remember the process that led to a good result so that you can repeat that result whenever you want.

Thats how it is with magic circles.

Magic circles are all about the process.

To achieve a good magic result.

In that sense, Violet found Ians transformation interesting.

What exactly had happened to him during the week he didnt come to school?

 How did a boy who was so pathetic turn into an exciting young magician?

She was curious.

She wanted to know that process.

If stalking girls, suffering from unrequited love, and jumping off the rooftop were part of the process, could boys like Ian emerge as baby magicians?

If that were the case, Violet could push the students off the school roof without hesitation.

Ians result was that enticing.

In short, the process was important to magicians as well.

If there was a process that could produce beautiful results, magicians could create that beauty as many times as they wanted.

They just didnt consider the ethics of the process.

Violet, who had been contemplating whether to push a few students she didnt like off the roof or a cliff, suddenly remembered the face of the headmaster and snapped out of it.

If you mess with the students one more time, I wont let it go.

Tsk.

Violet quenched her appetite.

And with the thought of headmaster, she remembered something to tell Ian.

It was something professors should never tell their students

Once again, lets emphasize: magicians are willing to tolerate any unethical process to achieve a beautiful result.

Student Ian.

Yes?

Let me tell you something.

What is it?

Soon, a disciplinary committee will be convened to decide on your expulsion or suspension. They found some troubling things where you jumped from.

Is it okay to tell me this? Convening a disciplinary committee is always a secret matter. By telling the student, you might put yourself in danger as well

Hahaha!

Violet laughed and playfully slapped Ians back.

It didnt hurt much.

On the contrary, it felt more like a caress.

Its so interesting, isnt it? You right now. Id even consider making you my research subject.

Im honored.

To be honest, Im quite excited. I shouldnt be doing this to a student.

Thank you.

So, will you not forgive me if you get expelled? Ill actively help you, so I expect some compensation.

Ian nodded silently.

Then he asked,

What kind of compensation would you like?

Well

Violet hesitated for a moment.

A Masters degree?

Violet softly raised the corner of her lips.

But her cat-like eyes remained expressionless.

It was truly intimidating.

Whew I almost got into big trouble.

Ian, who had just rushed out of Violets room, entered the bathroom.

Swoosh!

He immediately washed his face and also cleaned his ears.

A Masters degree.

It was truly an unexpected statement.

As soon as he heard it, shivers ran down his spine.

At the same time, his brain went into overdrive.

He needed to do whatever it took to survive.

To escape from the skilled magicians grasp.

Fortunately, a reasonable response came to mind.

Ahaha! A meal? Yes! Ill treat you to a meal!

He then ran out without looking back.

Ugh

He had underestimated the professors of this fantasy world during his adaptation.

No matter how different this world was from the modern one, there were things they had in common.

For example,

Death. It was painful whether it happened in reality or in a fantasy world.

Violence. It hurt when you were hit, no matter where you were.

Dishes. You had to do the dishes, and they would stack up if you didnt.

Masters degree. It was something you shouldnt pursue.

I really felt like I was caught in a spiders web.

Professor Violet.

He needed to be careful from now on.

But Im really grateful that she warned me about the disciplinary committee.

Disciplinary Committee.

A committee responsible for deciding on the expulsion or suspension of students at the Lichten Academy.

Gathering evidence to prove his innocence was crucial.

Although

As is customary with disciplinary committees, there is a certain amount of emotional fighting involved. Shouting evidence alone wouldnt be enough.

Ian and a professor needed to jointly argue his innocence.

I need to find someone who will stand on my side.

He needed someone on his side.

In other words, he needed to make allies, friends.

A new goal had been added.

It wont be easy, but Ill give it a try.

With this determination in mind, Ian used cold water to clear his head and returned to the classroom.

However, he came to a sudden stop.

Why is nobody here?

Clearly, it was still class time, yet the classroom was completely empty.

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