Especially writing lessons for him in front of him would make him feel guilty.
It's clearly my job, but I need someone else to do all the work for me.
Of course, while it's immoral, it's also incredibly satisfying.
Who doesn't enjoy slacking off?
Hene guided him through the entire academy, patiently introducing him to the various buildings.
Garden, meadow, drill ground.
Viktor nodded in response to each one, even though this was a place he knew like his own backyard.
He stopped in front of the Arcane Hall.
This is where players can engage in PvP duels, and also practice their magic proficiency.
But then, a noisy commotion came from inside, like students arguing.
Viktor frowned, suddenly understanding the headmaster from his school days who liked to search through noisy classrooms one by one in the corridors.
Misbehaving kids need to be disciplined, and unruly students need to be disciplined even more.
So he pushed the door open and went in.
...
Erica was in an extremely bad mood.
He wanted to teach Viktor a lesson, but instead, he was lectured by Viktor instead.
Even her most beloved hair clip is gone.
That was a gift left to her by her mother, which she personally placed into the crevice of the teleportation array.
In order to retrieve her hairpin, Elektra specifically went to the Arcane Hall to practice teleportation magic, attempting to break the tamper Victor had done to her teleportation circle.
But clearly, she couldn't do it.
After the magic circle exploded again and again, she grabbed her golden hair in despair.
"Ugh, this is so annoying! I failed again!"
Erica became increasingly restless as she kept trying, and then she made a big mistake.
During practice, she did not cancel her teleportation spell, and due to her negligence, the portal ended up in the middle of the arcane hall.
A student in a school uniform just stepped into her magic circle.
The magic circle activated automatically, and a peculiar red light illuminated it...
Whoosh!
After a burst of intense red light, the student vanished!
Erica witnessed the student disappear within her magic circle.
"Jack? Jack!?"
"Damn it, he's been teleported away!"
The expressions of the young men and women accompanying him changed drastically.
A flicker of panic crossed Erica's eyes; she had made a terrible mistake!
"Oh no! He's been transported to another dimension!?"
She frantically activated her magic, attempting to find the unfortunate man.
No matter how we tried to communicate, the teleportation array didn't respond at all!
That unfortunate student, like her unlucky hair clip, is gone forever.
How similar this scene is to what happened in the lecture hall back then?
At this moment, everyone noticed Erica, whose eyes were darting around nervously as she frantically activated her magic.
The teleportation array in the middle shares the same origin as her magical elements.
And just today, someone revealed that Erica has already learned teleportation magic.
At this moment, the students of the Arcane Hall were enraged!
"Erica du Chloe!"
"You did it! You teleported Jack away!"
"You did this on purpose!"
The students in the academy were divided into two factions: the aristocracy and the commoners.
The aristocratic and commoner factions have always been at odds. In their eyes, these guys who get into school through exams will often end up as dogs working for their families.
There are bound to be arguments between the commoners and the nobles, but fortunately this is the Royal Magic Academy, where strength speaks for itself.
Therefore, even if there are conflicts between the two sides, they will not easily erupt.
Now, in the eyes of these commoners, Erica du Chloe, the leading genius of the aristocratic faction and the eldest daughter of the duke, has undoubtedly slapped them in the face in public with her actions.
Noble families generally do not come to the Arcane Academy. After a day of study at the academy, they usually return home and are taught by their family's private tutors.
Only ordinary students who entered this place with mediocre grades would come to the Arcane Hall to practice persistently.
If one cannot surpass noble birth, then one can only surpass them by becoming a mage.
But as fate would have it, Erica, who was in a bad mood, wanted to try to find her hair clip.
This led to this terrible mistake.
At this point, no one cared about the truth anymore; the populist students just wanted an outlet to vent their frustrations.
"Erica, you need to apologize for what you did!"
"Apologize! And give Jack back!"
Erica stood there alone, unable to defend herself against the crowd's condemnation, and kept her head down without saying a word.
The only option is to continue trying to teleport the lost students back.
Amidst the students' condemnation, her mind became even more chaotic, and she couldn't even calm down.
She could only reply angrily, "I can't do it!"
"That was a magical mistake on my part, and I don't know how to bring him back to life!"
This only further enraged the ordinary students.
"You caused our friend to disappear, and you won't even offer an apology?"
"The nobles have done a great deal of harm; they have finally revealed their irreconcilable fangs!"
"You nobles value human lives, but what about us? What do you take us for?!"
Erica bit her lip and lowered her head, remaining silent.
Her fists clenched slightly, and a feeling of resentment welled up inside her.
Viktor! What is it about me that I lack compared to you?!
What you can do so easily, I can do too!
She knew she shouldn't resent others, but after meeting Viktor, she realized she couldn't.
Viktor was better than her in every way, whether it was his knowledge or his magical talent.
That was a talent that everyone in the nobility, even her own family, praised highly.
Once the seeds of jealousy are sown in one's heart, they are very difficult to uproot.
Are you guys very free?
Suddenly, a cold voice rang out at the doorway. The last rays of the setting sun shone in, illuminating Erica's exquisite face with a blood-red glow.
Victor leaned against the doorway, a strange crow perched on his shoulder.
He put his hands in his trench coat pockets, his eyes indifferent and aloof.
"If you want to write a self-criticism, then keep arguing in front of me."
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