[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION!]
[CONGRATULATIONS!]
[You’ve officially reached 50% Completion of the First Volu.]
So this is it, huh?
This was the turning point.
The mont nestled right in the middle of the volu, where Evelyn would finally find the resolve to forge her own Novae Covenant.
It wasn’t just a club or a clique. It was a declaration.
A prestigious, high-functioning team built around shared magical affinities, intellectual synergy, and strategic vision.
These Covnants were more than just social alliances; they were battle-tested units, ready to take on Celestial Trials, academic duels, and inter-house competitions that shaped the power dynamics of the academy.
In simpler terms: it was ti to build her hero squad.
The first sester had been little more than theory: dense lectures, magical law, and foundational doctrine.
But now, with the second sester underway, things were shifting. Practice was replacing pages. Action was replacing analysis. It was ti for the application of theories.
At least this ti, things were off to a better start.
Evelyn was no longer just drifting in the tide.
She was swimming against the current, slowly becoming soone of her own, even if it had cost her blood, sweat, and more than a few quiet breakdowns.
Standing at the front was Grandmaster Kaelium, the esteed head of Irasios Academy.
Ti had carved lines into his face and drained so of the strength from his posture, yet there was still a spark in his eyes. A kind of ageless fire that refused to die out.
"With the second sester upon us," he began, his voice calm but commanding, "most of you already know what ti it is. The formation of your Novae Covenants begins today. Choose wisely, whether you lead or follow, for the team you align with will remain with you throughout the rest of your years here at Irasios."
As the ceremony ended, the students filed out of the gymnasium in chatter and murmurs, excitent for the new sester crackling in the air.
But beneath that surface, odd things had started happening again.
[SYSTEM WARNING: Evelyn is getting bullied!]
[Mission Executed]
[SYSTEM WARNING: Evelyn was slapped!]
[Mission Executed]
[SYSTEM WARNING: Evelyn was drowned.]
[Mission Executed]
Every ti one of these grim scenarios unfolded, straight from the pages of the original novel, where Evelyn was destined to be broken down, each one ended before it could begin.
It was almost unnerving how efficient it all beca.
Verena barely had to lift a finger anymore.
By the ti she would arrive at the bullying scene in the storage room, ready to unleash holy hell—
"E-Evelyn?!" Verena gasped, seeing the chaos.
The girl turned around with a serene little smile, drenched and standing over a pile of unconscious students. "Verena? Oh, don’t worry... I didn’t do anything. I just made them pass out."
In the original novel, those bullying arcs dragged on forever, pages upon pages of filler content, lodramatic confrontations, and drawn-out suffering that felt more like the author stalling than actual plot progression.
Raphael was supposed to show up dramatically during one of those scenes to "save" Evelyn, but at this rate?
The pacing had been completely derailed.
With how fast things were moving now, Verena could only make one educated guess:
[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION]
[You’ve officially reached 70% Completion of the First Volu.]
"Seventy percent..." Verena murmured, staring blankly at the floating text.
She hadn’t even had a lunch break.
"By the way, I’ve decided sothing..." Evelyn said, her voice unusually steady. "I want to create my own Novae Covenant."
There it was. A flag raised. A shift in tone. Finally, plot progression.
"So? What is it you wish to say? Let guess, you’re about to invite ?"
Evelyn looked her dead in the eye. "No. I’m saying I want to be free from you."
"...Free from ?"
"Yes," Evelyn nodded. "You told I was destined for sothing great. You’ve helped so much already. So now I want to prove I can stand on my own. That I can be strong and independent... without needing your help all the ti."
What... what was happening? Was this character developnt? Was her baby bird leaving the nest?
She was speechless.
Not because Evelyn wanted to be free.
But because it actually sounded like a main character mont.
"But why so suddenly?"
"Because... you made believe in myself," Evelyn said, hands clutched to her chest. "And right now, I want to try believing in the way you believe in ..."
"That’s right. You punch assholes and assassinate playboys with flair!"
"However..." Evelyn took a deep breath. "If I do prove myself..."
Verena tilted her head. "If you do...?"
"...Will you..." Evelyn stepped closer. "Will you be my wife?!"
"WH—?!"Sowhere in the background, soone dropped their lunch tray.
This girl really said "self-growth" and "marriage proposal" in the sa breath.
If Verena rembered correctly, her affection points with Evelyn weren’t even maxed out yet. They weren’t anywhere near it. Still sitting at a solid work in progress.
This girl was probably still a dangerously clingy nace with a moral compass that spun like a roulette wheel, especially now that she was rediscovering her powers.
But how could she give a perfect answer to such an absurd proposal?
So instead, she smirked and flicked Evelyn’s forehead. "Fine... until then, impress ."
Then, with a slight tilt of her head and that glint in her eye, she added, "Let’s see if you can actually make fall in love helplessly for you."
"You don’t love yet?"
"Love takes ti. But... there might co a ti when you won’t be the only one. Will that be alright with you?"
It was a genuine question, one that felt like the truth had to be said. She knew, deep down, that she’d have to love soone else besides Evelyn. It was just the way things were going to unfold.
"I always knew."
"What do you an?"
"You make people fall for you so easily. I couldn’t accept it at first... but then again, I also stole what you loved. So I guess that makes us even," She offered a small, teasing smile. "But still, I’ll accept the fact that you’re a playgirl."
"I’M NOT A PLAYGIRL!"
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