Misfit At Magic Academy: They Wanted a Godly Summon, Got Me Instead Chapter 7: Good Lord, Save me From This Disaster of a Girl

Royal Academy of Magic. A place where technology and magic reign supre.

Students roam a paradise-like campus, learning in perfect conditions. In their classes, they use magical VR to play impossible gas crafted from illusion incarnate.

And among all those marvels... why did we catch her attention?

A girl who looked like your typical noble. What could possibly go wrong?

"We were literally in the sa class! But fine, for the dense: My na is Ashmourne il Bloodorchid Dominia—"

I cut off her dramatic monologue:

"Yeah, yeah. What do you want?"

"I—idiot! Have you no fear? Listen and rember : Ashmourne il Bloodorchid Dominia Ether-Fla!"

Wow. Her na’s longer than my backstory. Still...

"Persistent, aren’t you? What do you want?"

She straightened her back with pride. Her chest puffed out like a question in a heated argunt.

"You an nothing to . I’m here for him!"

She pointed at Riven. Her face had no room for humility—more like the smugness of a pop idol.

"Ohhh, really..?" I eyed the glasses nerd. "Didn’t know you grew a personality. I’ll leave you two lovebirds alone."

I clapped Riven on the back.

"Don’t be shy. Let know how your romantic escapade ends."

Perfect ti to leave.

Or not. That bespectacled dummy grabbed .

"N-no! Stay!"

"Ohhh," the girl groaned in mock disappointnt. "You afraid to be alone with ?"

I glanced at Riven. Compared to her, he looked crushed.

It clicked. She was bullying him—rcilessly.

"Atheron, right?" she cooed, tapping her lips. "Sorry, but your friend here doesn’t want to be left alone with . Would you mind talking so sense into him?"

Riven flailed his arms, clearly begging for rescue. What a pain.

"He’s all yours," I replied with the purest smile I could fake, pushing him toward her.

Riven’s expression scread, Please get out of here!

I started walking off... but before I turned the corner, I activated Perception.

The girl turned to him.

"Little shrimp. You gonna explain why you were creeping behind him like so loser?"

"N-no..."

"What? Feeling uncomfortable with ? Pity. I was gonna tell you sothing important. Looks like you’re late on your paynts."

Ah. So that’s what this is about.

"I-I know. I’ll pay when I can."

"We’re talking a hundred thousand gaard, sweetie."

Gaard — local currency of Ashgard.

What?! A hundred thousand? You could buy a car with that. Then again, Riven was from an influential family.

"T-that’s not pocket change..." he stamred, shoulders trembling.

"Not my problem. Two days. If you don’t pay up—kiss your Academy perks goodbye."

Her face — smug as sin, oozing venom. That smile was pure predator.

Riven was trembling.

...I’m no hero. But even I felt disturbed of that grin.

"Changed my mind," I muttered, turning back. "What’s this little chat about, kids?"

I stepped between them, zero concern for her personal space.

"And what do you think you’re doing, Ashmourne il Bloodorchid-Whatever? Trying to rob my friend?"

She gave a theatrical, mocking smirk like I was her next toy:

"Huh? I don’t speak dumb. With such face of yours you should’ve been a pornstar."

Ugh. Annoying villainess. I kinda like it.

I gave her my trademarked crooked grin.

"Whatever. Back off my friend. Got it?"

"That’s no fun," she grinned wider, all naughty charm. "If you’re setting terms, be ready for mine."

So that’s what she was after.

"I heard," she continued, "you fought Saddler to a draw. You’ll do nicely. You see... I’ve got a little problem."

She’d aid for from the start. Crafty vixen.

With a faux-vulnerable pout, she said:

"So guy keeps stalking . Get rid of him, and I’ll leave your friend alone. Maybe even... be all yours."

Well, that’s a twist.

I glanced at Riven. He looked like he was praying.

"Not sure," I scratched my head.

"Pweeease~" she leaned forward again. Her chest nearly pressed against .

Trying to charm with so dark magic? Think I’ll fall that easily?

Hell yeah!

"Fine. What was it again, Ash?"

"You can call that," she leaned in, eyes gleaming dominantly. "Tell that punk to get off my back. A deal’s a deal. Besides... you are a man, aren’t you?"

What a wicked woman.

Her na ca from an ancient legend—Ash, the man who defied gods and won. After his victory, he founded Ashgard, the country of magic we now live in.

"So be it," I smirked like a proper scoundrel. "You’re asking for a challenge. Think I’m weak?"

"Oh no," her voice oozed confidence. "You’re the only one strong enough. You fought Saddler, after all."

Heh. Clever minx.

Afterward, Riven and I were alone.

"Thank you so much!" he bowed, like I was so divine being. "What would I do without you?"

"Cut it out, kid. You’re making uncomfortable."

I sighed. Since when did I beco this soft?

Images of Lirael and Saddler flashed through my mind. Good grief.

"Now show that portal."

"Just about to," he chuckled nervously. "But... we’ll need to go to my place."

"Huh? Sure. No big deal."

Evening fell. Moonlight bathed the Riverfall estate in silver.

We were in his room. Door locked. Only the window open.

"Just be careful," I warned.

"I know," he said, placing a hand on the wooden floor. "Relax a little bit."

His face scread uncertainty. Poor guy. Learned a forbidden portal technique and still timid as ever.

It began. A purple light erupted from his palm. Wind surged.

Our hair blew back. The to under his feet lifted into the air as the the curtains began to flutter.

Then ca the portal — oval-shaped, surrounded by rippling violet energy. Like glass... leading to chaos.

My hand reached for it. As if it pulled in like spaghetti.

"Just be careful..."

"Huh?" I smirked. "You’re coming with , hero. I’m not the only one enjoying the view."

The portal’s light revealed itself ever brighter.

Another world, you say? I wonder if there are dragonslayers there.

I wonder... what awaits on the other side?