Chapter 27: Viora and Myra
Class D slogged through its morning lessons in a haze of suppressed tension. For once, Miss Silvia wasn’t fumbling her words.
Her white jacket was freshly pressed, her glasses perched squarely on her nose as she sketched a precise diagram of mana funnels on the blackboard.
Elegant curves traced theoretical mana flow—a masterpiece of academic intent. Not a single student understood a damn thing.
"Now, if you channel from the core through the third vortex—not the primary anchor—you’ll create a more stable concentration ring," Silvia explained, her wand tapping the board with a sharp click.
The class stared at the lines like they were scrawled in demon script.
Viora didn’t bother looking up, her green hair spilling over her desk as she traced idle patterns with her quill.
Myra bit her pencil, not in thought but in sheer boredom, her brown eyes glazed.
Eva and Olivia exchanged a quick glance, their curvy figures tense in their tight uniforms, sensing the undercurrent of unease.
Nellie scribbled furiously, copying the diagram without comprehension, her twin braids bouncing with each stroke.
Lor slouched in the far corner, chin propped on his hand, hazel eyes half-lidded behind his messy black hair.
Silvia’s theory was accurate, even elegant, but useless for Class D.