After doing all this, she tore off the paper that was already covered in writing, threw it into a nearby trash can, picked up her books, and left the library.
Although she could memorize these things, she could remember them.
However, her cautious nature made her feel far less at ease than writing it down on paper.
Henney prepared to return to the Mage Tower—to Viktor's office, where she could calmly resume her writing.
Before leaving, Victor had already granted him access to the office.
Therefore, Heni can freely enter and leave the Mage Tower.
On the only way to the Mage Tower, those black characters reappeared on the stone bricks along the roadside.
Do you want power?
"Sorry, I don't want to! Please stop bothering me!"
Hene loudly refused, grabbed her books, and ran away without looking back.
Soon, they arrived at the mage tower, and Heni was panting heavily.
Having never engaged in strenuous exercise before, she felt a lack of oxygen to her brain after running only a short distance.
After a while, she reached out and touched the mage tower.
[Identity verification successful—Henry, welcome back to the Mage Tower.]
After a voice rang out, the teleportation array quickly descended.
The next second, she appeared in Viktor's office.
The air inside was fresh and the room was spotless. On the windowsill sat a pot of bright little flowers, which she had given to Professor Victor.
Professor Victor is a bit of a germaphobe; he likes a clean and tidy environment.
Hene kept it in mind, so she cleaned Victor's office every day.
She didn't sit in the chair that belonged to Victor, but instead moved a chair to the desk before sitting down.
After putting down the book, he began to write furiously.
Hene knew she had little talent, so she kept working hard to improve her knowledge.
An hour later, the book was filled with content; this was the entire lesson for today.
That pile of words has never appeared again.
"It was just a prank after all."
Heni was proud of her cleverness. No one without proper certification could enter the mage tower, let alone freely enter Victor's office.
The fact that those words did not reappear confirmed Henney's suspicions.
"Even a ten-year-old wouldn't believe such a prank."
Hene calculated the time and realized it was almost time for class.
She picked up the book filled with writing, and before leaving, she glanced at Viktor's chair.
"......."
Henney put down her book, carefully walked to the chair, and then—
She reached out and hugged the chair.
As if lost in her own thoughts, her face flushed slightly, yet she also seemed to be greedily inhaling the lingering scent from the chair.
Not long after, she put down the chair, straightened her clothes, and looked determined.
"Professor! I will definitely live up to your expectations!"
After saying that, he picked up the book again, ran all the way, and teleported away from the mage tower.
Walking along the road, Hennie regained her composure.
No matter how bad her mood was, she would always cheer up again after returning to the mage tower.
She walked happily down the corridor, carrying her books.
As a result, at the corner of the academy, her eyes caught sight of a hem of clothing.
Hene wanted to back down immediately, but it was too late.
With a 'bang', she bumped into the other person.
She sat down on the ground in pain, but she didn't let go of the textbook in her hand.
In front of her was a fat man with a small mustache, his face gloomy, looking down at Hennie.
Hene quickly stood up, not even bothering to brush the dust off her clothes, and bowed deeply to apologize.
"I'm...I'm sorry, Professor Devon, I wasn't watching where I was going..."
"Of course you weren't watching where you were going. If you had seen me, would you have run into me?"
The man in front of her, addressed as Professor German, seemed to be in a very bad mood. He stroked his mustache with a delicate, effeminate gesture and berated Henne:
"You're covered in cheap, filthy stuff, I really don't know why you're still in the academy."
Hene kept her head down and didn't say a word, but it wasn't that she didn't see the other person.
At the corner, she planned to step back a few steps to let the other person go first.
However, the other person's waist was so large that she didn't have time to back away and was knocked to the ground.
Why should she apologize when it was clearly the other person's fault...?
Hene endured the insults without arguing back.
This kind of thing has happened before; you just have to put up with it...
She couldn't cause Professor Victor any trouble.
Suddenly, Devon looked at the textbook in Henne's hand and gave a cold smile.
"Huh? What's going on?"
"So, you're going to teach class one again, little teaching assistant?"
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