Races: Online

He threw caution to the wind—well, not really. But there were calculated risks that Han could take to unravel the Spell's codes. Spells that could blast him in the face and probably disintegrate him was a stupid thing to study, but right after he demonstrated his [ Light Arrow ] to Professor Carnus, he was actually allowed to sit down.

Han had a Healing Potion with him in case it had flown to his face—but how bad were lights? It wouldn't burn his face off or fry him to a crisp like lightning. He sat at the back once again with Ellynn and paid attention to the Professor demonstrating new spells and with his old Skill [ Hastened Learning ] now paired with [ Fast Recall ], the memory of the Spell was fresh in his mind.

Even with the Professor done, he could still capture the memory of the Spell and try to untangle it in his mind. Pretty close enough to photographic memory? Han was glad that he could finally do this, but wished he really did get something like [ Perfect Recall ] and not just fast.

On the bright side, his capacity had started to improve.

At least he could do it enough times where his head didn't start hurting terribly or his nose would pour out blood like a fountain. This was definitely not the kind of nosebleeds he thought he would be having—magical exertion, and not seeing cute girls up close.

Regardless of the case, it would continue on until the end of the Class. He tried to capture multiple Spells and tried to not make his head explode. Thankfully, Ellynn was just at his side, thankfully she had agreed to sit with him again, but someone else also interrupted by plopping down beside them.

A small gust of wind formed in Russel's fingers. "Ugh, I really don't get it—trying to make an Elemental Orb has fried my brain, and now they're asking for Tri-Elemental Orbs. Did he think we're all geniuses or something?"

Han eyed him, before he looked up to the front row. "We have a good number of them." Penelope wasn't one of them, nitpicky she might have been—but her brother was one along with another guy. The one who shot lightning like they were some kind of target practices.

He didn't want to forget about it when he learned a better aiming spell or something.

"You don't have to look further than where we are, we have Ellynn." Russel indicated to the Half Elf seated across Han's right side.

The Half Elf shook her head, but before Han could speak for her, she quickly answered herself. "It had taken me some time to learn it, I had more practice." Not to mention that she seemed to have a natural affinity to the wind and could speak its language or something?

Han didn't know, but he was just glad to see her talking.

"Ooh, so you must have practiced and studied hard in another academy?"

"No." Ellynn shook her head. "My father taught me."

"Lucky." Han and Russel said at the same time. Han immediately glanced at the guy, "Are you the only Mage in your family?"

"I mean, I'm not really a full Mage—but I guess."

A sound of thunder clapped in their ears. Professor Howard Carnus looked like he was about to spit fire through his nostrils and smiled. "If the two of you have enough time chattering about, was it because our current lessons are boring you?"

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It was ill-advised for a Noble to waste their time on useless Skills and Classes. He knew that, he was quite aware of that—but what else could he have spent his time on? Most of his brothers were already well-achieved in various Noble-like positions, the eldest a Diplomat, the second one a Courtier, and someone else… to cut it short, positions were filled.

He couldn't do any of them anymore.

So it was up to him to be something—someone else. Here in the Academy, things were different. Sir Leon de Harrington thought he was a genius, but it was simply the result of an unfair advantage.

He weaved back and forth in the courtyard, avoiding the powerful punch of the Fist Fighter and responding with the tip of his sword close to the man's neck.

"Diov, watch your footwork," he said.

While the old Diov might have appreciated and held his head down, keeping his attitude also of a pleasant fool—almost akin to Han, this time, the guy threw his spiked gauntlets into the ground. "Yeah. I know that."

Everyone was free to do as they pleased. At least those who had the opportunity to do so, and both of them were the lucky few. Albeit, Diov had to leave his family while Leon discussed it with his own and was allowed to stay here.

Differing circumstances.

He inclined his head, glanced once at Professor Uriel who was dozing off—if it weren't for the fact that he sometimes gave good combat advice, someone might have had complained to get him replaced.

Or maybe the fact that this was the resident slacking Professor that the Students enjoyed their class more. Both gentlemen slinked to a seat, before the Professor bleared open his eyes and barked out two names. "Donovan, Calum—get to it."

Lady Angelika had a small mirror in her hand, small and tiny enough to be concealed when the Professor wasn't looking and Sir Leon craned his neck. "Are you slacking off, Lady Angelika. What seems to have caught your attention?"

She gazed up. "Just some news about Timothy, but it seems like there's nothing."

"Huh, I would have never deemed you interested in the young man. But I suppose his position—"

She whacked him in the shoulder with her bracers—to the obvious delight of Diov—and shook her head. "I'm simply trying to catch wind of anything that might get my sister to stop sulking in her room. Her attention had shifted from Donovan to him."

"What?" the Axe Wielder had returned with his axe resting against his back. He didn't look worse for wear. "Did you say my name."

"No." Angelika shook her head. 

Much to the chagrin of Sir Leon de Harrington. He was sure that the Axe Wielder wouldn't have cared, but it was still something if the man figured out he had lost to Timothy in some way. Not that the guy hated him as much as Han. 

Regardless, he cleared his throat and asked. "How about any news in the Royal Castle, does your little trinket have any news about that?"

"Have you been interested in the Princess?" Diov scrunched up a nose at him. "She is around our age—which is something Russel somehow has managed to keep up with. Theresa too, right?" The young woman was braiding Lu Rei's hair and decorating flowers in a distance. 

Sir Leon de Harrington fought the urge to sigh. "Surely, you still need to keep up with current events. Or is this something that you no longer pay any attention to?"

"Most people can probably get through life without even paying any attention to the crown."

—-

He was beat after just three classes in the morning. Han plopped down into his seat and ushered Ellynn to sit down with him, much to the… normalcy of the rest of the people along with them today. 

"Ah, you're sitting with us today."

Han nodded. "Yeah."

The other person perked up immediately, "And Ellynn too. Hello~"

Ellynn gave a look at Han, questioningly, but nodded her head. "Hi."

"You almost act like we haven't been trapped in a room together."

"Er… it's good to see that you're alright, Theo."

Han tossed a look at them—shook his head and then cleared his throat. "There's something I wanted to ask from you, Kai. The two of you actually."

"Will you respond by nature as well?" Kai raised a brow at him.

Theodore pouted and waved a hand, "Hey, is this the game with the bottle—nobody invited me during that time too."

"Well, no." There was a reason why Han had decided to sit with the Illusionary Mage and Theodore today. Now he didn't want to leave Ellynn out of it, so here they were, their own little cluster. Meetings for more information. Not just about the Academy, but even outside of it.

While some person could forget about his friends—getting busy with whatever it was that happened in life. It being such a broad and spiralling thing, Han had decided to still ask here unlike what he might have normally done.

"We'd appreciate any information about the exams, Timothy and you-know-who, Kai." 

The Mage raised a brow. "It seems like I'm the only one you have concerns with—why did you have to bring this guy?" Kai jerked a thumb to the Enchanter currently eating his soup.

Something dribbled down Theodore's chin, as he looked up and frowned. "Hey, that hurts my feelings."

"Nobody cares."

"Ahem, the reason for Theodore here is also important. I'm looking to upgrade my weapon… since you can say that I ended up losing a bunch." Han wondered if he could still get an Enchanted Toolstick from this guy, but Han had a special wand—two in fact, for him to use.

"Blacksmithing and enchanting?" Theodore tilted his head. "This is not for free, right?"

"No, but I'm wondering if you could make like a dagger return back to my hand when I throw it at an enemy? Or something?" Han asked. "I'll be buying more than one again, but they also get expensive."

Theodore mulled it over and nodded. "What about a hammer, instead? Or an axe! An enchantment that recalls weapons is a bit tricky, radius and all of those things—but glad you've talked to an expert. Right, Kai?"

"...I'll regretfully acknowledge that."

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Author's Note: Hello there! Please take note of another break this June 2021 for the Author due to health concerns. ;-; I'll still try to publish, but doubtful. You guys from the start know the drill. Thank you!