The class went on like it would have usually done. This was a magic circle class, so the teacher was teaching everyone how to improve their magic circles and the efficiency of their spells.
Every person in that class could remember not listening to a single word within that class at the start. They were all mages, and since most were from higher or middle-class families, they had instructors who taught them how to create magic circles.
Things such as the efficiency and malleability of their spells never went through their minds before that day. They didn’t need to care. A lot of them essentially had hypemen for instructors. They would tell them how good they were, increasing their ego several times and making most of them feel invulnerable.
However, from the start, that wasn’t the case with Syra, and everyone in the class quickly understood why she was the strongest out of all of them.
After seeing Syra use her instructor’s teaching after only a week of class, and seeing how effective they were, they all became entranced with the lesson and Syra.
However, all of that happened years ago. It had been almost four years since those days, and it had been cemented throughout the entire school that Syra was a powerhouse no one wanted to mess with.
After almost two hours of teaching, the sound of a bell rang out through the entire academy. However, the ring was short and low. It clearly hadn’t come through the large crystals attached to the walls of every single hall within the academy.
“Well, that’s the end of this lecture. Please look through pages 144 to 193 of the textbook for the next class.” The lecturer said while grabbing onto the crystal on her hip that had been ringing just a second ago.
Everyone exited their seats and quickly placed all their textbook within their dimensional bags before leaving class.
“Syra! Wait up!” A boy no older than 16 called out to Syra with his hand in the air.
“Oh… Pretty boy’s calling your name.” Herla chuckled to herself while looking at the boy.
He had fiery orange hair swiped to the side and orange eyes that sparkled like two suns when they saw Syra.
“What does that guy want.” A boy with blue hair suddenly appeared at Syra’s side, making her look up at him with a wry smile.
“Hey, David.” Syra smiled.
“Wassup.” He winked at her, yet she didn’t react to it, as if she didn’t even see it.
Just like the orange-haired boy, David was also insanely attractive, especially for someone going through puberty. He had an air around him that Silas would have described as unspoken rizz. Several girls around them could be seen staring at both boys with sparkling eyes, yet none of them seemed to have the courage to come forward and say anything to them.
“Miss S-Skylark.” Suddenly, a mostly average boy walked forward with a bouquet of flow in his hand and gave them to Syra.
Syra blinked several times when she saw the flowers before a smile bloomed on her face.
“Aww. Thanks for the flowers.” She took them and bowed, and before the boy could even say another word, he was suddenly glared at by three individuals. His heart suddenly dropped when he looked up and saw three of the most popular people in the academy look at him like a deadman, so without skipping a beat, he turned around and ran away.
“Ah… What happened to him.” Syra suddenly tilted her head in confusion when seeing the boy run away.
“He must have been really star-struck. Man, if I was in his shoes, I wouldn’t even have the balls to approach you, let alone so boldly give you flowers.” Herla shrugged while Syra blushed a little.
“I-I’m sure he just wanted to be friends…” She scratched her cheek in embarrassment.
‘Ah… So naive… And so adorable.’ Herla sighed while squeezing Syra’s cheeks with a squeal.
“You’re so darn cute I want to just eat you.” Herla chuckled.
“S-Stop!” Syra pleaded while trying to take Herla’s hands off her, but no matter how hard she tried, Herla wouldn’t budge.
“I think that’s enough Herla.” The orange-haired kid chuckled while looking at both of them.
“Ugh… You’re all so boring.” Herla retracted her arms and harrumphed.
As they all walked through the hallways toward the gymnasium to train, one could see that everyone was avoiding them as if they were somehow untouchable.
Some squeezed themselves onto the side of walls, while others simply lowered their heads, not wanting to look them in the eyes.
From an outsider’s perspective, it was easy to tell why. Compared to everyone else around them, they were remarkably attractive from a teenager’s point of view. Hell, even from an adult’s point of view, their opinion wouldn’t be far off.
People were allowed to get married at the age of 12 if they chose to in this world. Of course, it only happened in slums and within those of a similar age, but it wasn’t a taboo practice, especially when people in the slums didn’t live for long.
However, being they were treated like adults no matter where they went.
Flipping her earth-brown hair back one more time, Harla met with her boyfriend, who was also quite attractive as well.
They quickly entered the gymnasium and looked around until they met their last friend.
“Oh… You guys are finally here… I would have thought that you might have abandoned me.” A boy with blonde hair and piercing blue eyes returned his jelled hair and gave a stunning smile.
“Sorry to make you wait, your majesty.” Syra gave a curtsy almost
jokingly while the blonde-haired boy looked away with a blush.
“You two better stop flirting and get to training. We have a quota to hit.” Herla sneered while walking to one of the benches and beginning to stretch.
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