Lia raised her staff into the air, and the temperature dropped immediately.
A massive magic circle formed under her feet and spread out until it almost reached the students who were standing.
She turned around and looked at Silva. “Brother Silva, please try to attack me in the circle,” she said.
Silva could tell what would happen if he stepped into that place, but for the sake of the presentation, he charged into the circle.
Immediately he entered, five massive ice lances formed and fired at him. He quickly dodged all of them, but as soon as that round finished, another five fired at him.
He kept trying to dodge until he had to step out of the circle, and the attacks stopped.
His presentation might not have been the flashiest, but it was without a doubt the best that had been shown up until now.
An automated defense formation that attacked and defended at the same time. All she had to do was give the circle her mana, and the automated mechanism would do what it needed to.
The teacher was surprised to see such a presentation. He couldn’t believe that Lia was actually a commoner; she was beyond genius.
After her turn, the next person turned out to be Silva. Once his name was called, everyone paid attention.
This was Silva, the most popular person in the academy as of now. He was loved and hated by the students.
There was no middle ground when it came to him; you either hated or loved him.
“What do you think he will do?” Michael asked.
“He is well-versed in darkness magic; he will probably use that,” Leah said.
They all watched closely to see what Silva would do, and Silva was ready to put on a show as well. Since he had decided to be the number one in the academy, he might as well do it with all his heart.
He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. A dark purple web spread from his feet, twisting and contorting into a magical circle.
When the circle was fully formed, it looked grotesque and twisted, shifting and writhing.
Suddenly, from the circle, a dark flame erupted from the formation and completely covered Silva before starting to form into a massive flame dragon.
They all looked in awe as Silva was floating at the center with his eyes closed and his body in a restful state.
The massive black flame dragon struck fear into the eyes of onlookers as it roared into the sky, a pillar of flames so thick that the heat could be felt all around the school.
The ground vibrated as the gigantic being stood there. If only Silva had known that day in the academy, his father, the Duke, and one of the older princes of the kingdom were at the academy having discussions.
It was a secret meeting known only to a select few.
But when the massive beam of flame reached the sky and the wave of heat washed over the land, the prince ran to the window and opened it to see what was happening.
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“What was that now? That beam of dark flame, that wave of heat… I can tell it’s not a very advanced spell, but it contained so much power and beauty.”
The director sighed; she knew it was only a matter of time before the son of the Duke started getting involved with the Royal Family.
When that beam of flames shot into the sky, she immediately knew it could only be Silva, as she knew that the first years would be practicing formation in that field today.
“Well, that beam of flames came from a first-year called Silva Terron,” Matilda said.
“Wait, you mean the son of Sir Terron? I have heard about his exploits. The king has been talking about how he would love to see this person.
Since he is the one, my eagerness to meet him has risen even more profoundly,” he said.
Matilda didn’t say much. She just used her magical crystal to ask someone to bring Silva to her office.
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Back on the training grounds, before everyone could wrap their heads around the grandiose presentation by Silva, a man entered the training ground.
He met the teacher and informed him about what they asked him to do. The teacher nodded and spoke.
“Silva, that’s enough. Head back down; the principal wants to see you.”
When he mentioned the principal calling Silva, everyone started speculating as to what the reason could be.
But Silva wasn’t worried in the slightest. He had a feeling his presentation played into this situation.
He returned to normal and walked out of the training grounds, heading for the director’s office.
He got there, knocked once before entering, and then saw his father, Matilda, and the little squeak sitting there.
But it didn’t matter; he didn’t like seeing two people he didn’t care for. He didn’t know that he would come to hate the prince even more.
“I’m Prince Alvin. I’ve heard a lot about you,” the prince spoke. As soon as Silva realized that it was a prince, a prince of this kingdom, he got pissed.
“You both have tried to drop me at the center of a political issue right now. Knowing fully well that I hate it, yet you decided to push your luck,” Silva said with a growl.
“We just wanted to introduce y—” Matilda tried to use her usual method to make it seem like she was making sense, but Silva cut her off.
“Shut the hell up. There are still things I have to handle in this academy, so you better know not to make things difficult for me.”