Chapter 31: Reports and Assignment Points In Classes

When classes resumed the next morning, the lively festival atmosphere lingered, but the academy halls quickly refilled with students focused on the piles of assignments they’d neglected in favor of festival excitement.

Alaric had expected as much and had already mentally prepared himself to tackle the backlog.

As the first class began, Professor Lilliana Valtor greeted the students, her gaze lingering briefly on Alaric with a glimmer of approval.

Her class on the Theory of Elemental Magic was dense with information, and Alaric was one of the few students who consistently kept up with the material, earning him her evident favor.

“As you all know,” Professor Valtor began, scanning the class with a slightly exasperated look, “your assignments were due last week, yet only a few of you submitted them on time. I’ll be granting an extension due to the festival, but you’ll be expected to catch up quickly.”

Alaric’s hand shot up, and she acknowledged him with a smile. “Professor, I’ve actually finished my assignments. May I turn them in now?”

“Of course, Alaric,” she said, sounding both pleased and unsurprised. He handed her the thick stack of completed papers, and she took them, adding, “It’s refreshing to have a student so dedicated to keeping up. Take note, class—this is the diligence I expect.”

The other students shifted uncomfortably in their seats, clearly reminded of the work they still had to complete.

Alaric noticed Natasha glancing over, an impressed smile on her face. He gave her a small nod, appreciating her silent encouragement.

During the lunch break, Alaric completed the remaining assignments in just a couple of hours, the process efficient and methodical.

Once done, he submitted them to his professors, then made his way to Professor Maelis’s class, the Art of Combat Magic.

Professor Maelis, with her piercing gaze and a commanding aura, was known to be particularly demanding, yet Alaric found himself excelling in her class as well.

His commitment and his growing magical prowess had earned him the top student position, something Professor Maelis recognized.

“Alaric, I’ve reviewed your assignments,” she said after class, beckoning him to her desk. “Your understanding of the material continues to be exceptional. I’ve rarely seen students grasp combat fundamentals so thoroughly at your level.”

“Thank you, Professor Maelis,” he replied, a spark of pride in his voice. “I find the practical applications of combat magic fascinating, and I want to be as prepared as possible.”

She nodded approvingly, her severe expression softening slightly. “It shows in your work. Keep it up—you’ve set an example for your peers.”

Later that afternoon, Alaric headed to his final class of the day with Professor Amelia Lyon, who taught Enchantment and Artifact Creation.

This was the only class where he wasn’t the top-ranked student. That position belonged to Natasha, whose lineage in enchantment arts was evident.

Her family, the Khysarel line, was known for a long history in artifact creation, though most of that knowledge had faded over generations.

Now, only Natasha and her elder sister Iridelle remained, the last bearers of their family’s magical legacy.

As Professor Lyon returned their assignments, Alaric’s gaze fell on his score. He’d earned an impressive 98 out of 100, yet Natasha had edged him out with a perfect score of 99. A small detail, but one that piqued his curiosity. He glanced over at Natasha, who was grinning triumphantly.

“Looks like I managed to beat you, Alaric,” she teased lightly, clearly pleased with her score.

“Only by one point,” he replied with a good-natured smile. “But I have to admit, it’s impressive. You have quite the talent for enchantment.”

Natasha shrugged, a hint of pride in her eyes. “It runs in my family, or so I’m told. Though most of our heritage has been lost, Iridelle has worked hard to keep what remains alive. She taught me a lot of the basics herself.”

“Your sister sounds remarkable,” Alaric noted thoughtfully. “Does she teach others, or does she focus on her own work?”

Natasha hesitated, her gaze lowering. “Iridelle… well, she mostly works to support us. Our family isn’t as well-off as it once was, so she’s taken on a lot of responsibilities to keep us going. She’s the reason I’m even here.”

Alaric’s curiosity deepened, but he chose not to press further. He respected Natasha’s pride in her family and understood that financial troubles were likely a sensitive topic. Still, he couldn’t deny that he felt an urge to connect with Iridelle as well—her knowledge of enchantment arts could be invaluable.

However, given his recent commitment to covering Rosalind’s fees, Alaric knew he couldn’t afford to extend financial support to Natasha and her sister just yet. They didn’t appear to need urgent help, so he decided to bide his time.

Over the following days, Alaric settled into a steady rhythm.

The academy’s assignments grew increasingly challenging, but he handled them with ease, staying ahead in each class.

He also found himself spending more time on the training fields, where he met with the senior girls who often guided him through complex magical techniques.

Mariel, Rosalind, Isolde, and Viviana each brought a unique perspective, and he relished the opportunity to learn from them.

One afternoon, Alaric was practicing a particularly intricate spell on the training grounds when Mariel approached, her usual confident demeanour apparent as she watched him with a critical eye.

“You’re casting the incantation too quickly,” she said, crossing her arms. “With magic like this, control is key. Speed comes second.”

Alaric nodded, adjusting his stance and focusing on slowing his movements. “Thanks, Mariel. I’ll give it another try.”

Viviana, who had been observing nearby, offered a playful grin. “He’s a quick learner, though. Mariel, don’t be too harsh on him.”

Mariel rolled her eyes but allowed a small smile. “If he wants to be the best, he’ll need to push himself.”

Alaric couldn’t help but laugh. “I appreciate the tough love, Mariel.”

Standing a bit off to the side, Rosalind was quieter than the others, though she kept a close eye on Alaric’s progress.

He’d noticed her shy demeanor around him, especially when they practiced together.

Her cheeks would often turn pink whenever he asked her for assistance, and her voice grew softer.

“Rosalind,” he called to her after a moment’s pause, “could you show me that last spell again? I think I missed a step.”

“Oh! Of course, Alaric,” she stammered, moving closer with a slightly flushed face. She demonstrated the spell slowly, her gaze focused intently on her work.

Alaric watched her carefully, noting the subtleties in her technique. “I see. It’s all in the wrist movement. Thanks, Rosalind.”

She looked up at him, a shy smile breaking across her face. “You’re welcome, Alaric. I’m… happy to help.”

Isolde, watching from a short distance away, chuckled softly. “Rosalind, you’re spoiling him. Next time, he’ll expect you to do all his spells for him.”

Rosalind’s cheeks turned an even deeper shade of pink. “N-no, I… I just want him to succeed, that’s all.”

The others laughed good-naturedly, and Alaric joined in, appreciating the warmth of their camaraderie. He knew he was fortunate to have their guidance, and he valued each of their unique perspectives.

Over time, he grew especially close to Rosalind, whose enthusiasm for teaching him made her stand out from the others.

She often spent extra time with him after their group sessions, offering more personalized help and encouragement.

One evening, after a particularly long session, Rosalind lingered as the other girls left.

“Alaric,” she began hesitantly, her gaze fixed on the ground. “You… really do learn quickly. It’s… impressive.”

“Thank you, Rosalind,” he replied warmly. “I couldn’t do it without your guidance.”

She looked up, her eyes sparkling with sincerity. “I’m just glad I can help. You have a natural talent, Alaric. It’s rare to see someone so determined to improve.”

Her words touched him, and he reached out, giving her shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “And I’m lucky to have someone as patient as you teaching me.”

Rosalind’s cheeks flushed again, and she smiled, unable to hide her happiness. They stood there in companionable silence for a moment, and Alaric felt an unexpected sense of peace in her presence.

Days turned into weeks, and Alaric’s schedule grew more demanding as he juggled assignments, training sessions, and his curiosity about enchantment arts.

Natasha continued to excel in Professor Lyon’s class, her skills becoming more refined with each lesson.

After every assignment, Alaric would glance at his score, comparing it to Natasha’s, and though she often bested him by a point or two, he found himself motivated to work even harder.

“Impressive, Alaric,” Natasha said one day, reviewing his latest assignment. “You’re catching up to me.”

“Trying my best,” he replied with a grin. “But it seems I still have a bit of ground to cover if I want to beat the Khysarel talent.”

Natasha laughed, a soft, melodious sound. “I won’t be making it easy for you.”

He nodded, realizing she was right. For Alaric, it was more than just competition; it was about mastering every skill he encountered. And with mentors like Professor Lilliana, Professor Maelis, and his senior friends, he felt certain that his journey to mastery had only just begun.