The Magic Academy's Physicist

I was fully ready to be an asshole.

Everything was going as it should. I’d occasionally hear someone in the school call me a crazy bitch after smashing the Prince’s head with the horizontal plane of my staff; however, there were no legal actions taken or anything. Because the Campus Duel was something that took place within the confines of the law.

The Prince and I had both agreed upon the duel based on chivalry. There was no cause for the Imperial court to demand compensation for damages, and everything was covered by insurance, too.

With the end of the legitimate, disciplinary correction, there were two things I had to do. The first was to constantly observe Vermel’s face and estimate when the next incident would occur, and the other was to advance the development of Flare.

It was time for the morning meeting. The weekend was over yet the Prince didn’t show.

Now Professor Hasfeldt was the only one giving me hot stares.

Hasfeldt’s face grew darker by the day. There were shadows under her eyes and her hair looked like it’d crackle when touched. It wasn’t the appearance of someone who was eating or doing well.

I knew what resulted in that kind of face. There were only three things one needed to do in order to produce this specific look.

First, drink a liter of instant coffee daily.

Second. Wash your face no more than three times per day.

Third. Spend over eight hours a day in an enclosed space. Then that was the look you got.