SPELLCRAFT: Reincarnation Of A Magic Scholar-Novel

“I understand now…” A smile formed on my face as I gazed upon the cluster of students who looked at Neron with blazing passion, focusing on one person in particular.

Edward Karl Leon… his dream wasn’t so bad, after all.

My interest in him was rekindled.

Judging from the fact that everyone was learning the fundamentals with such vigor—the same fundamentals Edward had shown me during our Duel—it meant that it was really a big deal in the modern world.

If Edward was skilled at Martial Arts, though restrained by the quality he was exposed to, I could help him attain even greater heights.

‘As I thought… it wasn’t a waste to attend this lecture!’

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As soon as the class ended, the Martial Arts students began leaving the hall. The time was exactly 11:45 AM, giving the Martial Arts coursemates enough time to leave the hall and for the next batch of students to trickle in.

Edward looked in my direction as soon ad Neron left the Lecture Hall and gave a warm smile.

I didn’t reciprocate, even though I wanted to. t

There were many things on my mind, and that included the young boy. The only problem was how I would approach him.

“The next class is for the Scholars, uh? A Specialized Course for them too…” I whispered, considering whether or not to remain in the hall.

Unlike Martial Arts, my understanding of Scholarly Arts was vast. There was basically nothing being taught that would be worthy of my attention at such an elementary stage.

Still, I was curious about how Neron would teach the Scholars. If he truly was an exceptional lecturer, I was certain this class would be interesting.

“Alright then…” I remained in my seat and brought out a book to pass time.

It was my journal where I stored important information. I was putting down important goals for the future concerning Edward, whom I had already written off before.

There was another name on the page of my journal… it belonged to another student. My eyes darted to the entrance as I saw her enter the room. Her blonde hair always stood out to me, and the tiny frame she had made her look odd in the multitude of more mature people.

Anabelle’s eyes darted in my direction and our gazes met once more. Mine, full of observation… and hers was full of annoyance.

I looked away first and proposed to myself that I would apologize to her the moment I got the chance to. If I didn’t, my offense could evolve into something more in her heart.

The Scholars filled up the first two rows in the hall, making me feel weird since I was seated on the third. I considered moving back, but decided not to.

‘If Neron has a problem with my proximity, I’ll move then…’

My hands and mind were busy as I stroked my pen to create a formula to work out my schedule with Edward—and hopefully Anabelle.

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The Lecture started at exactly 12:00 PM and ended by 12:47 PM. I assumed it would end sooner, but due to Anabelle’s persistent questions, Neron was forced to make room for it.

And, as for Neron’s teaching… it was fantastic. He did just as well as when he taught the Martial Arts student. By mapping out the theories before the students, he gave an in-depth analysis of them as well as his personal opinion.

But, that wasn’t all! He allowed everyone to speak their mind and give their opinions on the topics. The one who took the most advantage of this opportunity was Anabelle.

She asked questions and gave radical answers, causing Neron to smile nearly every time.

This, however, attracted negative stares from her fellow students. Due to her enthusiasm and rapid firing of opinion, the other students looked unserious. They didn’t have much to contribute, unlike her, so Anabelle was making them look bad.

It was fun hearing her tiny voice speak with such confidence, though. I controlled myself from laughing or choking in order not to cause any further misunderstanding.

Once the class was over, the Scholars made for the exit, and a new set of students entered.

A grin formed on my face as I stood from the back row and made my way to the front. The students now trickling in neither belonged to the Martial Arts department nor the Scholar Unit. No, they were the same as me—Magic Arts Students.

I was excited, to say the least.

After hearing the first two lectures, it would be strange to say I wasn’t psyched about this… especially since I would be able to directly participate in it.

After having my seat at the far end of the right side on the first row, I watched as other students awkwardly took their places beside me.

Unlike in the General classes, where one could seat wherever they wanted, the Specialized classes ensured that all students filled the first rows for better communication and interaction between us and the lecturer.

Not long after we had all settled down, our lecturer, Neron, entered the hall.

We all stood and paid our respects to him before he waved at us to have our seats.

“I would like to begin this lecture by asking a question.” Was the first thing that came out of his mouth.

His lips were pursed and a refreshed smile poured all over his face. I could sense a passion in him that didn’t exist in the other two courses he had taught. No matter how well-diversified one was, they still had an area of specialty.

Or, at least, an area they loved over all others. As someone who was the same in my past life—engaging in Scholarhood and Martial Arts—I knew of the feeling. Now that Magic had also come into the fray, I could be said to be diversified.

However, if I had to pick my best… it would be Magic! The same could be said for our Lecturer. He was just like me.

‘He loves magic too, uh?’