Professor Myra stood by the doorway, her elegant robe swaying lightly as she prepared to leave.
"Then I shall take my leave," said Professor Myra.
"Okay, Madam," Selena replied quickly, bowing her head with respect.
Kael, standing beside her, simply nodded. "Okay."
Before he could realize his mistake, Selena’s foot lightly kicked the back of his leg.
"Heeey..." Kael grunted, almost losing his balance.
Selena whispered sharply, "Bow and show so respect, idiot."
"Oh... okay, okay." Kael scratched his neck awkwardly and gave a small, hesitant bow. "Okay, Madam."
Professor Myra smiled faintly at his effort. "Good. Continue working hard, both of you," she said before walking gracefully down the hallway.
Her footsteps echoed until they faded into silence.
Once Myra was gone, Kael let out a small sigh of relief. "You really didn’t have to kick , you know."
Selena crossed her arms. "If I didn’t, you’d keep acting like a wild boar in front of professors."
"I’m not a wild boar," Kael muttered, straightening his clothes. "Just... not good with formalities."
Selena rolled her eyes. "Not good with common sense either."
Kael chuckled under his breath and started walking down the corridor. "So, what brings you here during busy hours? Don’t you have training or sothing?"
Selena quickly followed him. "Hey, don’t change the topic! I ca because of you, actually."
"?" Kael raised an eyebrow.
"Yes," she said, glaring at him. "Rember the last ti you took those coins from the demon site near the western ruins?"
Kael paused mid-step. "Yeah... those coins."
"The ones you called ancient coins, rember?" she said.
"I checked every record, every archive I could find about that symbol you showed , and guess what?"
"What?"
"There’s nothing. No record of any kingdom or dynasty using such a design. Nothing about their
purpose or material. It’s like they don’t exist."
Kael scratched his chin thoughtfully. "Maybe they’re older than recorded history."
Selena gave him a deadpan look. "Or maybe you were scamd by a fancy-looking rock."
He smirked. "A rock doesn’t radiate energy strong enough to trigger mana sensors."
Selena blinked. "Wait, you tested it with a mana detector?"
"I did," Kael said.
"The detector flickered for a mont. Weak, but definitely so kind of reaction."
(Sotis i have to lie)
Selena frowned. "But that coin of yours—"
"—reacted like sothing in between," Kael finished her sentence, his voice low. "Neither light nor dark. Just... still."
They had reached the corridor outside Professor Sylvia’s office.
"May I co in, Madam Sylvia?" Kael asked politely.
From inside, "Co in."
Kael pushed open the door. The office was filled with warm sunlight, stacks of scrolls, and neatly arranged crystals that glowed faintly with blue mana.
Professor Sylvia sat behind her desk, reading an old manuscript with her round glasses perched low on her nose.
Selena, still talking, followed him inside.
"Anyway, I really think there’s sothing you’re not telling about that coin. If it’s cursed or sothing, I don’t want to—"
Professor Sylvia raised her gaze and smiled faintly. "Good afternoon, you two. It’s rare to see both of you together during my working hours. What’s the matter, Second year hero? I asked only Kael to co here "
"Madam, I ca to report the findings from yesterday’s practical session. And... also to ask Kael about the coins." Selena replied nervously.
Sylvia’s eyes narrowed with curiosity. "A coin? Show ."
Kael carefully pulled a small object wrapped in cloth from his pocket.
He unwrapped it slowly, revealing a dull coin.
He had kept one of them in his pocket.
Its surface shimred faintly under the light, revealing strange runes that twisted and shifted almost imperceptibly.
Sylvia leaned closer. "These runes... they aren’t of modern origin."
Selena quickly added, "That’s what I said! But there’s no record of them anywhere. Not in any ancient text or artifact index."
Sylvia gently touched the coin. The mana crystal on her desk flickered briefly, then dimd. Her expression turned serious.
"This coin doesn’t belong to any known civilization," she said softly.
"The mana reaction is... stable yet unnatural. I’ve seen sothing similar once, during the expedition to the Lost Isles. But even those relics had faint elental traces."
Kael asked, "Then... what does that an?"
Sylvia leaned back. "I don’t know either."
Kael nodded thoughtfully. "I see... Then I’ll continue to study it." Kael pretended to reply.
Sylvia gave him a firm look. "Be careful. Objects like this are unpredictable. Don’t attempt to channel mana into it without supervision."
Kael hesitated but nodded. "Understood, Madam."
As the conversation ended, Sylvia went back to her papers. Selena gave Kael a playful nudge.
"Anyway madam, why did you call here?" Kael asked.
"yes , why did you call us here madam" Selena replied.
anwhile, at the Academic’s Flower Garden
The air outside was fresh, carrying the fragrance of blooming lilies and moonlight vines.
The garden was a wide, open space between the academic buildings, filled with winding stone paths and crystal fountains.
Edwin walked across the third-year section, his mind heavy with thoughts.
As he walked, murmurs began to spread among the students nearby.
"Look... a junior hero wandering in the third-year campus," one student whispered with a smirk.
Another snickered. "What’s he doing here? Lost his way to the training ground?"
So third years turned to look, clearly amused by the sight of a younger student in their territory.
Edwin ignored the whispers. His mind was elsewhere.
Lost in thought, he didn’t notice soone walking from the opposite direction until—
Bump!
The impact made Edwin stumble back.
"Hey, kid..." a sharp voice said.
"Can you even see where you’re walking?"
Edwin quickly straightened up and looked at the man before him.
He recognized him imdiately—Nathan, the rank one of the third years. A mage and combat fighter known for his exceptional strength.
"I’m sorry," Edwin said quietly, lowering his head.
"I was lost in thought."
Nathan crossed his arms "Lost in thought? On my path?"
Edwin frowned slightly. "Your path? This garden belongs to the academy, not to you."
So nearby students gasped. A first-year talking back to Nathan was sothing unheard of.
Nathan’s lips curved into a smirk. "You’ve got guts, kid. But you’re in the wrong place to show them."
"I didn’t co to cause trouble," Edwin said calmly. "I just needed to clear my mind."
Nathan stepped closer.
"Then clear it sowhere else. The third-year section isn’t for children."
"Okay... thanks" Edwin replied.
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