Just as Ellysa was about to explain, someone knocked on my door.

“Boss? It’s me, Inez. Your class is about to start.”

“Damn it. I forgot about my nap, no thanks to you,” I cursed as I shook Ellysa. Getting up, I dragged Ellysa with me to the door.

“Hey, wait. Aren’t you going to leave her to me?” Satel interjected.

I looked at Satel, then to the vampire queen who had latched onto my hand like a leech. I casually tossed Ellysa at Satel, before shrugging. “Well, she’s not a threat anyway. Not with the amulet around her neck.”

“Wait! Please don’t leave me!” Ellysa screamed as I left the room and closed the door behind me.

Inez stood outside quietly and didn’t bat an eye as I sealed the door. Just as I was about to head straight to class, Inez asked with a smile, “Boss, how come I can sense the essence of death in your room?”

Whoops. I forgot that Inez was the best priestesses in all of the sorcerer city-states. Of course she would be able to detect Ellysa’s aura even if she tried to hide it. The last time some inquisitors came to the dwarven palace, I managed to hide Ellysa behind me, and fool them into thinking I was some kind of holy divine being.

Would it also work with this girl?

“I was… uh… doing…” I began.

Inez had a gentle smile and calm narrow eyes as if telling me ‘I wonder what kind of magnificent pile of crap are you going to tell me?’... or so I thought.

I didn’t even get the chance to explain when Inez waved her hands and said, “Oh well. Whatever it is, I suppose I could turn a blind eye.”

“AND THAT IS WHERE YOU ARE MISTAKEN! No, wait. What?”

Without saying a word, Inez began walking towards my classroom and left me behind. I stood there for a moment before realizing what just happened.

Truly, there are people out there that understands me. I should start paying Inez or something.

When I arrived at the classroom, I noticed that there were quite a number of people missing. I checked just in case I arrived too early, but it seemed that they really were absent.

“What’s going on? Where’s did the rest of the class go?” I asked loudly.

Boye raised his hand and explained, “Sir, you told a number of us to go and find out who the saboteur is.”

“And they’re still looking for the saboteur?” I asked.

“Supposedly.”

“Then why are you here?”

“I simply cannot miss out a class, hidden threats or not.”

“Then why didn’t you tell the others to come back to the classroom?!” I retorted.

“Perhaps you could get someone to look for them?” Boye suggested.

Seemingly right on time, Lard entered the classroom with a disheveled bed hair and half-asleep face. He yawned loudly, then dragged himself into his corner.

I shook him up then ordered, “Wake up! Go find the rest of my students and bring them back here!”

“My, Vakasa of the Darkness’, head hurts! I, Vakasa of the Darkness, must slumber for five hundred more cycles before I…” Lard couldn’t even finish his sentence when he began snoozing.

I slapped his flabby face to wake him up, and he lazily protested, “Why can’t that priestess go instead of me?”

“Inez is more useful than you, so I need her here as my classroom assistant,” I explained.

“Why does this world even have assistants for teachers?! In my, Vakasa of the Darkness’, world, each class has one teacher doing everything!” Lard cried.

After much peaceful debating through the use of force, I managed to convince Lard to go find the rest of the students. Since I didn’t want to waste time waiting for the students to arrive, I immediately began my lecture.

“I don’t want to teach anything new while half of the class is missing, so we’ll begin with evaluation so I could see your skill. All you have to do is use your best spell once,” I announced to the class.

“Supreme High-Over-Boss! But what will we use as target practice?” the bubbly girl in the class asked.

“I guess I’ll have Inez-…” My eyes swept across the class and my gaze had somehow landed upon a certain frozen student. The student I froze at the start of my class a few days ago, Ibram, was still stuck in his spot.

I had Ibram placed at the center of the classroom, then nailed to the floor. “This will be our target practice! It’s a good thing our humble friend here is so willing to sacrifice himself for the greater good!”

“Will he be hurt?” the bubbly girl raised her hand then asked.

“Maybe. Even if he does get hurt, we have Inez, one of the best priestess in the region,” I answered.

I eyed the classroom carefully as I inspected every single student. In truth, I was using this opportunity to test the students for another purpose. According to my theory, musclemancers couldn’t use normal magic, or they wouldn’t have much proficiency in using normal magic.

While there wasn’t a reason for me to suspect that the threat could be internal, there was always a way to slip a traitor into places where one didn’t normally expect them to be in. Though, if I was lucky, the heroes and co would find out that there was some creepy muscled tight leather-wearing maniac just hiding behind the school fence.

“Kendra, you’re up,” I called out.

Kendra looked half-dead when she rose up from her seat, pried Iova off her, then moved to the center of the classroom. With a single snap of her finger, a torrent of water rushed at Ibram the Target Practice from her hand.

Just before her spell hit, it immediately transformed into a blazing fire, engulfing Ibram in flames while the floor remained unscatched. Iova was cheering loudly for her ‘little sister’ while the rest of the classroom awed in silence.

“Now that your self-esteem has been crushed, who’s next?” I asked the class.

Undeterred or probably didn’t even care, the bubbly girl raised her hand and started hopping on her seat. “ME! ME! PICK ME!”

“I don’t care who goes up. Just get up there,” I groaned.

The cheery girl got up on the platform, then cupped her hand. She quietly muttered with a smile until a ball of lightning started to form in her hands. With a wave of her hand, the lightning bolt flew in a zigzag across the floor before hitting Ibram. In the aftermath, icicles started to form in places where the bolt of lightning had hit.

“Impressive. A lightning-ice combination spell.” I nodded in approval. It seemed that these students weren’t placed in Advanced Magic Class for nothing. “While you focused on generating lightning, you also aimed to set a delayed freezing effect. Since the lightning properties would interfere with the ice magic, it would make sense for the ice spell to proc only when the overpowering lightning spell is extinguished.”

“Wow! As expected of Supreme High-Over-Boss!”

I nodded then continued, “You didn’t intend on having the spell bounce around, didn’t you? It was a side effect of adding more properties into the spell than it could handle, isn’t it?”

The bubbly girl pouted then muttered shyly, “Yesh…”

“This might be pushing it, but can you try adding a property which tricks both spectrums of the spell into thinking that they are just one whole spell?” I suggested.

“Eh? I don’t understand?” the girl replied.

“Let’s say your spell is a senate. If the senate’s ratio is fifty-fifty lightning-to-ice, neither sides would be able to pass any laws. That is to say that your lightning bolt would just freeze or blow up mid-cast.

“In your spell’s case, the lightning party has seventy percent of the representatives but your ice spell only has thirty percent. Although things are moving, the ice senators are trying to interfere with the lightning party’s governance. In your spell’s case, it’s by causing the lightning to zigzag as it travelled to its target.

“However, let’s pretend that we somehow managed to make both parties think they have full control of the senate by building a barrier between them. Things would be chaotic, but it will work under the unwitting cooperation,” I described.

“Oooooh, I see!” the bubbly girl lightly bumped her fist against her palm then turned to Ibram. She began chanting then flung her spell at the target practice. The lightning bolt swayed slightly, but it managed to hit Ibram in one fell swoop. Almost as soon as electric ran across Ibram’s frozen body, icicles started forming on the poor lad’s body.

“Well, your delaying effect is gone, but it’s an acceptable loss. As long as you practice more, it should get better,” I concluded.

The bubbly girl thanked me happily then went back to her seat. Kendra stood up then protested, “Hey, wait! How come you gave her such an in depth analysis of her spell while you said nothing to me?!”

“Haaaa?” I leaned against my table then continued, “Your spell was at hundred percent efficiency. What more would you want? If I were to evaluate it, I would say that it’s a perfect spell. Excellent job.”

“W-Wait… it was a perfect spell? S-So there’s nothing wrong with it?” Kendra mumbled.

“Of course. There was nothing wrong with it at all.”

“O..Oh…” Kendra looked away as her face turned red before sitting back down.

“D’aaawww! Kendra got praised by her father!” Iova teased the little girl as she hugged Kendra.

“S-Shut up! Who would want him as their father?!” Kendra retorted.

“Quiet down there,” I warned. “Let’s continue with the class. Who’s next?”