The next day began exactly like the previous one.
Again—spheres.
Again—attempts to break them.
Again—explosions, smoke, steam, shouts of “watch out!” and “don’t touch that!”
I sat there, watching everything from the sidelines.
Boring. Obvious. Predictable.
Then the instructor suddenly said:
— Zenhald… you can take a walk today.
— You’ve already passed all of this.
The classroom went silent.
Finn nearly dropped his sphere.
Siren raised an eyebrow.
And Noy Levander looked at
for too long—far too long.
Elinia, anwhile…
stared straight at .
I looked back at her, raised an eyebrow, and with a faint smirk showed her the sa old smile:
“What is it, Princess—still can’t break the red one?”
For a split second her gaze turned electric.
If looks could cut, I’d have beco the two-hundred-forty-eighth fragnt.
I stood up, turned around, and calmly walked out.
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Academy Courtyard
I sat down on a stone bench beneath a huge tree.
Silence.
Students were training in the distance.
The air slled of ozone and burnt grass—the combat magic class was in full swing.
I thought:
If demons appeared in the center of the capital…
Soone let them in.
Which ans there’s a traitor.
The Levanders?
The Rainfords?
Soone among the high officials?
Soone in the Academy?
The thoughts kept spinning, but none ford a clear line.
— I need to stop fooling around, — I muttered.
— Ti to work.
And right at that mont—
BOOOOM!!!
The air shuddered.
The bench beneath
trembled.
Birds took off.
Students scread.
I recognized that sound imdiately.
Elinia’s blast.
Classic.
I sighed.
— Well, well, — I told myself. — So she broke it.
A second later, I teleported back to the classroom.
The Classroom… in Smoke
The room was black, as if soone had set a forest on fire inside.
Smoke swirled so thick you couldn’t even see the floor.
The windows were open.
The instructor was coughing.
Finn lay on the floor like a charred potato.
Noy Levander waved his hands pitifully, trying to clear the smoke.
Siren just sat there silently, as if this were an ordinary Thursday.
And in the middle of it all stood Elinia.
Hair disheveled.
Cheeks sared with soot.
Her dress burned through at the left shoulder.
But…
At her feet lay the red sphere, cracked almost in half.
She did it.
She wiped the corner of her mouth and lifted her head, searching for .
When she saw , triumph flared in her eyes:
— I broke it.
I couldn’t help myself.
I laughed.
Quietly—but clearly.
She instantly ford an electric sphere and hurled it at .
But I had already teleported away.
Academy Courtyard—Again
I reappeared in the sa spot where I’d been sitting.
— Alright, — I said. — Ti to stop playing around.
The smile faded on its own.
It was ti to:
find the traitor,
and finally stop acting like a child who finds everything amusing.
But…
sowhere far away,
ca the sound of the instructor coughing.
I still smirked.
— She did it. Good job, Elinia.
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