Chapter 131: Two Angelic Transfer Students
This is a place of learning where students gather—an institution known as “Terveil, the Magic Academy City,” boasting the greatest knowledge in the world.
Here, anyone is welcome regardless of age or gender, as long as they enter as a “student.” However, once inside, they cannot leave until graduation, making it an extremely strict environment.
To enforce this rule, the entire city is enclosed by an ancient magical barrier designed to prevent anyone from leaving. This isn’t just any ordinary barrier—it is constructed to separate spatial phases, making it impossible to break through by force. Since it is an artifact from the age of the gods, it also cannot be analyzed or disabled. The only entrance and exit is a heavily fortified gate made from orichalcum ore.
Security at the gate is also handled by magical devices. If someone attempts to escape, alarms will immediately blare, and the name and hometown of the fleeing student will be publicly exposed—leaving them with a lifelong disgrace.
“Sigh… How boring.”
A single, incredibly beautiful female student rested her head on her desk, voicing her complaint.
Like the other students, she wore the academy uniform, which accentuated her slender waist, while her chest and hips traced an elegant curve beneath the fabric. Her silky golden hair, free of tangles, waved gently at her shoulders, giving it a light, airy lift. Though her eyes were currently half-lidded with boredom, her large jade-green irises remained striking.
For three years, she had been the center of attention in her class, never once losing her place in the spotlight. Even now, she continued to receive invitations from high-ranking nobles of other nations, yet she remained steadfast in staying true to herself despite it all.
Her name was Fernora, a third-year student in the Magic Studies Department of the Magic Academy City. She was approaching graduation.
Since her future had been decided long before she even enrolled, she felt no sense of urgency. Instead, she was left with nothing to do until graduation, pondering how to pass the remaining time.
“Ahh, what should I do today…”
It has already been three years since I enrolled in this academy. Time flies, doesn’t it?
I dabbled in magic tool crafting and magic circles, both of which stemmed from the Magic Studies Department, but I quickly mastered the theories behind them. Now, I’m utterly bored. I’ve already completed my graduation project, and I’ve read every book in the library to the point of exhaustion.
Most of the other students are busy discussing their futures or actively working toward their goals, but for me—someone whose fate has already been decided—there’s no motivation at all.
(At first, everything was new and exciting… but I suppose this is just how things are. I haven’t even seen that person recently…)
In the end, I am the daughter of royalty. No matter how much I struggle, I cannot escape this path. My future holds only two possibilities—either I marry into a marquis family, or I become a pawn in a political marriage to some foreign prince. It’s the same no matter which country I end up in.
So now, my only concern is how to make the most of the little time I have left before that fate becomes reality.
“Hey, Fernora, did you hear? A new transfer student is coming today.”
“Apparently, someone overheard at the gates that they came from Garuania. It’s only for a short time, but they’re being placed in the third-year class!”
“…At this time of year, so close to graduation? And from my homeland?”
Right before homeroom, my classmates told me this shocking news, and I could hardly believe my ears.
If they were a first-year, it would make sense, but a third-year arriving for such a short period, this close to graduation? What in the world are they thinking…?
There’s something strange about this.
And so, homeroom began once again.
Every student sat perfectly in their seats, and when the teacher entered, not a single voice was heard. This was the norm at this academy. If anyone so much as spoke a word, they would be immediately thrown out of the classroom—by the teacher, no less. And since most teachers here were battle-hardened, even if several students tried to fight back, they would be beaten down in an instant.
By the time students reached third year, this brutal reality had been thoroughly ingrained, and no one dared to rebel anymore. Even Fernora had once challenged a teacher to a fight—only to be utterly crushed.
The slightly dim-witted teacher stepped up to the podium, placed the attendance sheet down, and scanned the room. Then, with a satisfied smirk, he nodded—as if he were looking at a room full of hardened warriors.
“Good. Your discipline is outstanding as always. Now, you may have already heard, but despite the time of year, a new third-year transfer student has arrived. And not just anywhere—they’re joining this class.”
“!?!”
For a moment, the class was filled with whispers and murmurs.
This was the “Advanced Magic Studies” course—one of the most elite programs in the entire academy city. Every year, students had to hunt monsters during a special training camp. At the end of the year, they were forced to fight adventurer candidates in combat exams—and if they failed, they had to retake the test as many times as needed until they won.
This was a class full of students forged into elites, and now, a clueless transfer student was being placed among them.
Many felt anger welling up inside them—until the teacher, with a knowing smirk, shut them down.
“I know what you’re thinking. But let me tell you now—you’re all mistaken. The transfer student isn’t just strong enough to be in this class. No, they don’t just meet the requirements for graduation either. If we’re talking in terms of adventurers, they are already at the level of a first-rate professional.”
“We personally conducted a rigorous entrance exam, and not only did they pass, but they achieved the highest scores in history on every single section. And, to top it off, they did it in the most ridiculous ways possible.”
“The Advanced Course exams…?”
“That’s right.”
Now, instead of anger, the class felt a different kind of shock.
Because they all knew exactly what the exam entailed:
- Casting all four elemental magic types continuously until passing out to measure compatibility.
- Writing down every single piece of magical knowledge and magic tool theory they knew—essentially a limitless written test.
- Fighting against increasingly high-ranked adventurers in a combat trial to determine their battle prowess.
- A five-on-one interview with five examiners, all at once.
And this so-called transfer student had passed it all—flawlessly.
The first of the four exam components was simple—as long as the candidate met the minimum criteria, they passed. The written test was also understandable—if the student had studied beforehand or came from a prestigious background, it made sense for them to excel.
But the third component was the real bottleneck.
Defeating a professional adventurer using only magic was an incredibly difficult feat. And on top of that, candidates weren’t informed about this part of the test until the day of the exam.
“Someone that powerful… enrolling in school now? Why?”
“We don’t know either. The Headmaster personally approved their admission. But now that they’re here, it’s our duty to welcome them. Alright, come in.”
Every student in the classroom focused all their attention on the entrance.
Then, two girls walked in, both wearing cheerful smiles. Just looking at them sent a shiver down the spine. They were so breathtakingly beautiful that it felt almost overwhelming.
Even the teacher, slightly caught off guard, quickly turned away before prompting them to introduce themselves. Then, with clear and dignified voices, the girls began speaking.
“Nice to meet you all. I’m Dory. I’ll be here for a short time, but I look forward to studying with you.”
The first girl had short, pink hair and rosy eyes, and she spoke with a smile so bewitching that it seemed to charm people regardless of gender.
Then, the second girl stepped forward.
“Nice to meet you too! I’m Rina. I’ll also be here for a short while, so please take care of me♪”
Standing beside Dory, she had long, straight blue hair, a stunning figure that even rivaled Fernora’s, and a childlike, innocent smile.
Both girls wore brooches on their chests, shaped like tiny figures holding gemstones—almost like fairies.
Their contrasting appearances made it obvious they weren’t blood-related, yet their overwhelming charm was the same.
Just by being in the room, they made the male students unable to meet their eyes, while the female students struggled to suppress their racing hearts.
“Hmm… looks like the seats on either side of Fernora are open. You two can sit there for today.”
“”Understood!♪””
Their perfectly synchronized response made the class subconsciously think, (Oh, they must be sisters.)
Fernora, now sandwiched between them, kept her expression calm and composed, though she hesitated slightly before speaking.
“N-Nice to meet you. I’m Fernora.”
“Mhm! Nice to meet you, Fernora. I hope we can be great friends!”
“Me too! Let’s get along, okay?”
“O-oh… sure…”
And so, in the most suspicious way possible, the two mysterious girls infiltrated Terveil Academy.
A Few Days Earlier
“Hello, Your Majesty. Are you busy?”
“…No, it’s fine.”
At the royal capital of Garlania, the group known as “Feast of Fairies” visited King Mondor’s office. The topic of discussion was a stolen magic artifact and the possibility that it had been taken to Terveil.
Currently, the production and trade of magic artifacts were closely tied to Garlania. And this particular artifact was on the level of a Divine Relic, making it impossible to ignore.
“However… do you have any idea why it was stolen?”
“Not really. But we’ve already identified the likely culprit, so all that’s left is to confirm it. That’s why Arena and I plan to transfer into the academy—just to check if the artifact is there.”
“…If I write a letter of recommendation, you could certainly get in. But at this time of year, the students are close to graduation. You’ll immediately stand out and draw suspicion.”
“Doesn’t matter. As soon as we find the artifact, it’s over. We’ll just graduate normally and leave without a trace. No one will ever know who we really are, so you won’t be inconvenienced in any way.”
“…If that’s the case, then fine. In return, I have a favor to ask.”
“Hmm? What is it?”
“My daughter is a student at the academy. She seems to be terribly bored lately—at least, based on our letters. Could you keep an eye on her until she graduates?”
It was unusual for students to transfer so close to graduation, but there had been precedents before. Some wealthy families enrolled their children at the last minute just to give them the prestige of graduating from Terveil.
However, most of them failed the entrance exams.
That said, there were rare cases where hidden talents emerged, so the academy didn’t outright reject last-minute admissions.
“Sure. What’s her name?”
“Her name is Fernora.”
And so, we infiltrated the academy.
Currently, Arena and I have used Fairy Magic to separate a portion of our Multiple Thought Processing from our main bodies, infused it with magic, and created our avatars.
In other words—these aren’t our real bodies.
Since Arena was in S.A.T Mode when creating them, I ended up looking exactly like myself… but she turned into something ridiculous.
Specifically, her uniform is about to burst open at the chest. I should probably reinforce it with Fairy Magic before the buttons go flying.
As for our stats—
Both of us set them just slightly below an S-rank adventurer level.
Our INT remains untouched, though, since Fairy Magic requires a high intelligence stat to be used smoothly.
We settled for somewhere between 6000 and 8000.
As countless eyes stared at us from outside the classroom, I boldly decided to strike up a conversation with Fernora.
“Fernora, what’s the first period?”
“There is none.”
“…What?”
I was about to ask for today’s schedule, but I got shut down immediately.
Even Arena made a “Huh!?” face.
“It’s already winter of our third year. The only thing left before graduation is the ‘Academy Festival.’ First and second years still have lessons, but most third years are too busy preparing for their future.”
“Hmm… What about you, Fernora?”
At Arena’s question, Fernora visibly hesitated.
“…I have nothing to do. I am the princess of Garlania, after all.”
“I see. So you’re bored.”
“Y-You say it so bluntly!? I’m royalty, you know!?”
“…?”
“Don’t look at me like that, as if you’re asking ‘so what!?’”
Well, I mean.
To us, it really doesn’t matter.
If you’re royalty, shouldn’t that give you more freedom to be proactive right now?
“Is there seriously nothing for you to do?”
“Even if you say that… I’ve already learned everything this academy has to offer. My grades are already beyond exceptional for a royal lady.”
“So… does that mean you can take on a Knight Commander in a one-on-one duel?”
“What kind of superhuman do you think I am!?”
“The king of your country is eight years old, though?”
And she works tirelessly every single day handling royal affairs.
That kemomimi loli with huge boobs.
So, Fernora is stuck in a rut, worried about her future.
That’s no good. Absolutely unacceptable by Fairy Standards. People should be having fun, Fernora!
Sorry, Mondor, but just watching over her isn’t going to cut it.
Since she has nothing to do anyway, we might as well drag her into something.
Arena and I exchanged a knowing nod before turning to Fernora.
“Hey, in that case—why don’t you give us a tour of the academy?”
“Yeah, we just got here, and we’d probably get lost. Could you show us around?”
“…Well, I suppose that much is fine.”
Fernora probably thought it was just a small favor to kill some time.
She accepted way too easily.
“Heh heh heh heh…♪”
“W-What even are you two…?”
“Mondor-san, how far can we take Fernora around?”
“…J-Just make sure she doesn’t get hurt.”
“Got it. We’ll play with her until she can’t stand anymore.”
“I said lightly! Keep it light!!”
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