A quiet night passed.
The next morning, as Dean Bruce opened his eyes, he could already hear whispers in the courtyard.
Upon sensing the source, he discovered that Nemesis Bruce and Lucy Michelle were chatting, discussing magic with each other.
Seeing this, Dean Bruce couldn't help but feel a sense of joy.
To be frank, all the disciples he had taken under his wing were talented individuals. Each could grasp magic on their own in a short time, and if they were willing to collaborate, their understanding of magic would only accelerate!
"Nemesis harbors hatred and is working hard, while Lucy is eager to restore her ancestral glory. I don't even need to keep an eye on them; they will both strive diligently," Dean Bruce murmured to himself. "But what about that group of students? How many of them will be able to follow my thought process and successfully grasp magic?"
"I need to find some easier magic for them to understand!"
Lost in thought, Dean Bruce moved quickly, getting out of bed and dressing himself. As he pushed open the door, the maids on either side greeted him respectfully and helped him with his grooming and attire.
Once everything was taken care of and he had finished breakfast, Dean Bruce headed toward the Saint Laurent Advanced Magic Academy with Lucy Michelle. Nemesis Bruce, on the other hand, went to the streets, sitting among the crowd to begin her training.
Upon entering the academy, Dean Bruce hadn't walked far when a figure suddenly approached him, bowing and saying, "Are you Dean? The director asked you to find him!"
At this, Dean Bruce raised an eyebrow, the image of Mordo Chakol flashing through his mind.
To hold the position of director in a renowned academy on the continent, no matter how harmless he appeared, he was undoubtedly not someone to be trifled with.
Since Dean Bruce would be staying at the Saint Laurent Advanced Magic Academy for a while, he wasn't foolish enough to provoke Mordo Chakol. He immediately instructed Lucy Michelle to go to her classroom while he let the messenger lead the way to find Mordo Chakol.
After the official start of the school year, Mordo Chakol was no longer in his original office; instead, he moved between the various teaching buildings, like a shepherd watching over many students.
When Dean Bruce arrived, Mordo Chakol wore that familiar goofy smile and said, "Dean, you're here! You really are a big deal in front of Cyb; you must be busy."
"What does the director want with me?" Dean Bruce asked straightforwardly.
Mordo Chakol replied with a smile, "It's nothing serious, just a reminder that our academy is different from others. We not only have assessments for students at the end of the year, but also every month and every half-term!"
"Originally, the first assessment was supposed to take place during the new student training, but since you were absent, it had to be postponed. It will happen in half a month, so be prepared."
Upon hearing this, Dean Bruce couldn't help but feel a surge of surprise within him.
Wasn't this just like the monthly tests, midterms, and finals from the schools of the new era?
Could it be that there were also other traversers from the same place as him within the Saint Laurent Advanced Magic Academy?
[No, it's just an exam setup; I can't be certain yet. I guess I'll need to pay more attention to others in the future.]
Dean Bruce pondered these thoughts, but in Mordo Chakol's eyes, he seemed to be taking it lightly, which made Mordo furrow his brows.
Mordo Chakol spoke up, "Dean, I want to remind you of something: do not take these assessments lightly!"
Normally, the first class consisted of theoretical lessons or an introduction between the mentor and students.
Dean Bruce's direct approach to teaching truly shocked them!
Even Alita Miller regarded Dean Bruce with a strange look.
Alita couldn't understand why, with Dean Bruce's immense power, he would waste time on these students.
"Quiet!"
Knocking on the desk, Dean Bruce said, "What do you know about the types of magic?"
As soon as he finished, several students immediately raised their hands.
Dean Bruce scanned the room and gestured for a particularly enthusiastic boy to stand up and respond.
"Dean, if we categorize magic by its purpose, it can be divided into three types: support, attack, and defense!" the boy answered excitedly. "If we classify it by the method of casting, then there are two types: natural magic and ritual magic!"
This basic knowledge was known even by Joan Michelle, let alone those who had qualified to enter the Advanced Magic Academy.
Of course, Dean Bruce's goal was not to focus on this. He nodded and smiled, "Well said, but you're missing a bit."
Pausing for a moment, Dean Bruce continued, "Between heaven and earth, there are countless types of magic. Depending on the perspective, the categories can be further divided. Today, I will teach you a brand new type of magic: shaping magic!"
"Shaping magic?"
"What type of magic is that? I've never heard of it before!"
"Hiss... My grandfather is a steward at the Magic Guild, and I've been there too; I've never heard of this magic!"
"Dean's power is formidable; he shouldn't be speaking nonsense, right?"
"Could it be a newly discovered form of magic?"
Upon hearing this term, all the students, except for Lucy Michelle, exchanged puzzled and astonished looks, murmuring among themselves with expressions of confusion.
Even Loha Ellis and Alita Miller were no exceptions!
Hearing the murmurs, Dean Bruce let out a long breath, feeling his previously tense heart relax.
As long as no one had heard of this magic, it was fine!
This way, he could successfully guide these students to comprehend magic and earn his rewards!
Focusing himself, Dean Bruce said in a deep voice, "Everyone, quiet down. If you don't understand something, just ask me directly. No need for casual chatter."
At this, a girl immediately raised her hand and asked, "Dean, what is shaping magic?"
As this question rang out, the murmurs ceased abruptly, and all eyes turned to Dean Bruce, their breaths becoming tense!