The schedule at Velcrest Academy was never set in stone.
Classes changed as often as the wind—usually without warning.
Normally, we'd be dragging ourselves through Basic Hand-to-Hand Combat right after lunch, still half-asleep and too full to dodge a proper punch. But today, we were crammed into a lecture room for Basic Magic Control instead.
So here I was, sitting cross-legged on the cold floor of the magic classroom, trying to keep a neutral expression while the future traitor of Velcrest Academy stood before us—smiling like a motivational speaker.
"I said we call it magic collectively," Professor Alice Draken began, pacing slowly in front of the board, "but the way each of you uses it—and more importantly, how much of it you can actually control—varies depending on your natural talent, right~?"
She scribbled something on the board with bright, sweeping strokes:
"You can do it! You, too, can sense magic!"
Ugh.
The worst part?
She wasn't even being sarcastic.
