Chapter 119 - 39. Confession
Tuesday’s classes weren’t for freshers but for sophomores, delving into advanced Magic courses. Though the classes were called advanced, they were actually still within the realm of basics for Fisher, so teaching was a breeze for him.
His rules were no different than those for the first-year courses, but the sophomores had no complaints—they dared not speak up or express anger. Even if some were uncomfortable, they still had no choice but to attend with stiff upper lips.
First, there was no Princess-level standout like Isabella in their class.
Second, they were the inaugural students of the Magic Academy and understood the situation at Saint Nali University well. They were eager for the opportunity to attend classes; as long as they had classes, everything else was negotiable.
Not only did they have classes now, but they were also taught by Fisher Benavides, a direct disciple of Master Helson—opportunities coveted by many. They were bound to cherish their good fortune and suppress any minor irritations they might feel.
A class passed quickly under Fisher’s guidance. Many students were not yet quite satisfied and gathered around Fisher’s podium after class, blocking his way to inquire about questions that had arisen during the lesson.
By the time Fisher had answered all their questions, it was nearly half-past twelve.
Fisher rubbed his shoulders, returned to his office, and sent a little messenger, intended for that Artificial Witch, Carlo.
The so-called messenger was actually a targeted Magic Item, a communication medium locked to both parties, just within the level these students would reach upon graduation.
By their graduation, they would probably be able to create an imperfect messenger. If simplicity and speed were desired, a paper airplane would suffice, but for more frequent use, more complex Magic Materials would be necessary.