I woke up when my spell alerted me just before dawn. After washing my face, donning new clothes, I immediately checked my stats. Something I had not done in quite a while. Even though Adviser had told me to check on it regularly. I felt that it was too much of a church to rely on numbers to know how strong I was. Witch is why I told him that I wanted to know how strong I was through my own senses.

  After my constant mental training of the past few days, I was now able to notice a significant increase in my perception and mana sensitivity through which I could more or less feel the intend that radiated of someone else. Unless my enemy was at the master level, they would not be able to hide it from me. I opened my door to see Thomas and Neffie standing there waiting for me.

  “Good morning!” I said. My tone slightly surprised but jovial. Even though I had felt them waiting for me through the door with my mana. I had developed the spell that I used when I was younger to be able to cover a large distance to sense objects, people, and landmarks.

  This would enable me to know wherever I was even if I was drugged, kidnapped, or knocked unconscious. Which would in turn allow me to use my spacial magic to get out of any situation. As I had already established that with advisor, if I knew where I was, I could teleport back to anywhere I had been before.

  Thomas smiled as he beckoned me to walk with them and started talking. Seems you have taken my words to heart have you, nice to know that some people learn from their mistakes. There was a hint of humour in his words while he looked at Neffie. She quickly glanced away, the tips of her ears turning red.

  Although I had no Idea what mistake she had supposedly made, I still felt amused at the way she blushed. Neffie headed towards her own home room class, while Thomas and I went into ours and sat at our desks.

  After rollcall was finished by the class rep, it hardly took a minute for the teacher, who had just entered, to call for my name and tell me to head straight to the principal’s office. Giving Thomas a look, I steeled myself and headed there post haste.

  Entering the receptionist’s office which was bland except for a fishbowl and a vase with dead flowers, she told me to sit on the most bland chair I had ever seen. I was not from a noble family. After I took a seat and waited patiently in the most uncomfortable chair in this world, I was finally let in to the principal’s office.

  “Good morning, young student.” Was the greeting from the principal I had only seen only once before. I gave a curt but respectful reply while I took the seat he gestured towards.

  Unlike the receptionist, he seemed to be a person with a lot more ties to his workspace, which was evident by the ornate and heavily cluttered desk he sat at. Accompanied by a filing cabinet that still had half its drawers open.

  The rubbish bin in the corner was full to overflowing and yet to contrast that there were seven paintings on the wall corresponding to the previous principals. “I had been informed by a very distraught nurse, Ms Jacie, I am sure you know, that you are the cause of the heavily injured students that arrived in her hands yesterday afternoon.” His tone calm but inflexible.

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  He did not give me a chance to retort as he went on: “Though I understand that the passions of youth tend to make one reckless and violent when confronted with blatant stupidity, I am in need of reminding you that this is an academy and a place of learning.” A smile crept into his voice at that remark. He had obviously done more investigation into the conflict than just simply just taking the word of one colleague.

  I had to stifle a chuckle as this was obviously a serious matter. He noticed my smile and continued: Though I know more or less what happened, I would like your, for a lack of a better word ‘excuse’ as to why you decided that they needed facial reconstruction.” It seemed the principal had a huge sense of humour and was making sport of my situation.

  My answer came while I was fighting back laughter, the infectious humour that radiated from the principal gave my own answer a hint of sarcasm. “I was merely demonstrating to those who had obviously not reached the corresponding educational level of my rank what the requirements are for reaching such a rank, I would say that I had educated them quite thoroughly. In that sense I have upheld this academy’ Tenet of being a place of learning.”

  He gave out a hearty chuckle which turned into a booming laughter. “I guess that we finally have some entertainment within these halls again, even so…” His demeaner turning serious. “I am obliged as principal of this establishment to educate you on the consequences of your actions.”

  He steepled his fingers, looking at me over his cluttered desk. Peering over his spectacles he continued, his tone turning even mor serious. “Though I understand why you acted in such a way, if you continue to use such extreme methods, I will have no choice but to revoke the privileges assigned to you by your rank. Furthermore, if it continues after that, I would have to expel you from this academy. I hope that you understand.”

  My reply came with deep respect. “I understand and will be more careful in the future by not going to such extremes in such situations.”

  He smiled and said: “It is good that you understand and if you really do, I would suggest that you return to your classroom as you might be missing out on important work.”

  After this dismissal I headed to the classroom that I was to attend. Which was luckily the swordsmanship class. The moment I entered, everyone looked at me. I took a seat next to Thomas again and when the teacher pulled back the attention of those students he asked me. “So, what was that about?”

  I gave a curt slightly sarcastic answer. “The blatantly low educational level of some nobles.” He chuckled and we continued to listen to the lesson. Unfortunately, we still were not going to have practical sword lessons

  ***

  The rest of the day was once again quite boring with advisor doing most of the heavy lifting when it came to memorising the contend of each class except the magic basics class. We have moved to the next lesson, which pertained to mana control in incanted spells. During the class Neffie and Micha both having heard rumours of my going to the principal from multiple sources, was concerned when they asked me what happened.

  I replied in a matter-of-fact manner: “It was just about those fools from yesterday, I was given a warning and told not to act so reckless, I think he might like me.” Neffie and Micha exchanged glances before Micha gave me a light-hearted punch on my bicep. With a pout on her mouth, she said: “You had us worried over nothing.” Neffie added with a pout of her own: “Next time we will not even concern ourselves whether you get expelled.” Before she too punched my arm. After class we headed to the clubroom when my curiosity got the better of me. “So, what was the supposed mistake that Thamas had been alluding to this morning?” I asked pointedly of Neffie. She blushed and said, “that is none of your concern. I ask you not to ask such a question again for fear of being rude mister.” She was clearly miffed and embarrassed and had no intention of giving in to any pestering on my part.