It was disorienting for Han, one moment he had been eating dinner with his family and a girl and then the very next thing that happened was falling off the bed. He landed with a thump, he felt a sting of pain in his hip as he rubbed the sore part. "Ow." Loud knocking could be heard from the other side of the door.

"Are you planning to miss your very first day of class?!" Timothy hollered from the other end.

Han raised his head for a moment, "Wait up please!"

Needless to say, Han and Timothy arrived at the classroom late. It didn't help that the location from Derowan Tower to the other end of the entire Kraelonia Academy took them an ample amount of time. If it weren't for Timothy borrowing a map from their neighboring student—they would have gotten lost from reaching the Baxton Tower.

"Glad that the two of you could join us." An older lady would greet them with a bored tone as they stood at the classroom's entrance. It reminded Han Jing of the time when one would sneak into their classroom, it didn't help that there had only been one door too.

She said and did nothing further, except to give a rather dull look at them that it felt like she was drilling a hole past their foreheads. Han had a feeling that the class would be a sleepy one.

Timothy quickly bowed his head, "Apologies [ High Mage ] Pierce."

"What?" Did he hear correctly? Han soon followed Timothy's advice, after the young man stepped on his foot. "Our apologies—"

"Get into your seats so we can continue the lesson."

As the two of them rushed towards their seats, it was then that he noticed or rather admired the room that they were in. But as he entered the room, it was entirely reminiscent of a modern lecture hall with an amphitheatre like design and seating.

A few snickers would be heard as he and Timothy ended up at the very last seats. He recognized one of the girls in the front row, she was the one who was in Miss Orlean's class and was a top mage. At least according to her.

Sir Leon was nowhere to be found, so it appeared that pure combat students had no need for Magical Theory.

And that was where he saw her… she still had her cloak. Unless there was another student who liked wearing cloaks, that was the girl from the Test Trial, they were in another row.

She had saved him before, a glow of a healing potion in his mind.

Han felt somebody elbow his rib cage, "Could you pay attention?" Timothy hissed at him, motioning in front of the class. "This is the last time that I'll remind you. You should have gone in the same curriculum as that knucklehead."

Their professor had already been talking. Han Jing blinked, he had barely heard it—or rather it seemed like background noise. It was a vast comparison to Headmaster Pierce whose voice boomed and Old Man Joe Light that seemed to capture people's attention.

And now he was getting distracted.

Focus.

Focus.

That weird time when you tried hard to pay attention to class and ended up not paying attention? It was still possible here. Whether it was a magical academy or a regular one… attention span was clearly a—

Timothy was preoccupied and completely enthralled with the lesson. He even had a quill and parchment, he was jotting down and taking notes without even looking at what he was writing.

Han felt guilty and began to actually pay attention, how was he going to actually learn magic if he didn't know the fundamentals of it after all?

"One of the most important aspects of magic is to understand what it truly is and how it affects the world that we live in. How does one produce magic?" [ High Mage ] Pierce asked the crowd of students.

A blackboard was behind her where a chalk and eraser were flying and producing words and images for them.

She walked back and forth, asking questions that made one try to grasp for an answer. "Is it unending? Or does it have limitations to it? Why are some creatures capable of magic while others have such a hard time grasping for it. What led some plants to evolve with magical properties and others to stay mundane."

. . .

A young woman with beautiful blond hair would emerge from inside a forest and into the grasslands. She was soon followed by a cloaked person—or make that two cloaked people. She happily skipped around, she was light on her feet, "Ah, I'm quite excited to travel towards the [ Human ] Kingdom, especially since that [ Player ] arrived—I hope we get a chance to meet them. They seemed like a nice person."

"You got that much from one conversation in the [ Universal Chat ]?" Someone remarked with a shake of their head.

She giggled and turned to her friend with a smile, she wagged a finger at them. "Tierra, you had watched the scrying orb from the [ Demon Lord ]'s [ Hunter's Mark ], I think they're quite amazing. Right, Bleu?"

"Hmm."

That answer from him was enough for her as she produced a scroll from her [ Magical Inventory ]. "And here I have it~ It took some time trading it from the [ High Elf ] but here's a [ Mass Teleportation Scroll ]! Do you guys have the [ Sage Grass ]? Odele is going to meet with us in the [ Capital ]." She gave them a grin.

The cloaked man beside her, Bleu opened his satchel to reveal the [ Sage Grass ] except it illuminated with a dark blue hue.

"Are you sure she's going to accept that?" Tierra asked, crossing her arms together. "That's now what I imagined she'd accept. She could be better off accepting [ Sage Grass ] from the [ Human ] if he had collected more."

"Ah, that's [ Shadow ] variety… Well, the [ Ocean ] is pretty dark under right? It'll grow." She remarked happily before giving her companion another look. "Now then Tierra, you're not going to try and kill the [ Human ] right? It won't do much to gain favor from the [ Demon Lord ] and I have to tell you that [ Wood Elf ] has a good enough reason and skill to survive all alone in the [ Enchanted Forest ] away from other [ Elves ]."

"You say that with such a cheerful voice that I want to punch you in the face, Lucia." Her friend, the [ Tiefling ] raised her fist.

Lucia would step behind the cloaked man, "Look at that Bleu, she's going to hit me! Protect me!"