I Received System to Become Dragonborn-Chapter 950: In Academy

Back in the Eternal Earth, in the place where sky-high spires of silver stone touched clouds tinged with faint Magic light, Arty followed quietly beside Archmage Sylmira.

They entered the grand gates of Virelys Academy, the largest and most prestigious Magic school in the kingdom. It was a place most Mages dreamed of stepping foot in even once, let alone training under the Archmage herself and the famous teachers here.

The Academy grounds buzzed with students in robes of varying colors, signifying their elemental affinities and ranks. But as soon as Sylmira entered, everything slowed.

Their voices hushed and their heads turned.

And then, all eyes locked on Arty, the young girl walking beside the Archmage, dressed plainly not even wearing a student’s robe.

Confusion mixed with curiosity. Why was the Archmage personally escorting a girl that looked so... ordinary? Who is this girl?

She wasn’t radiating overwhelming Magic or anything. She didn’t carry a wand with Magic power in it. And yet... the Archmage smiled at her and spoke to her gently.

That alone told everyone what they needed to know that she’s an important figure.

Whispers spread quickly among the students. Some watched with wide eyes, some with cautious curiosity, others with tightly showed their envy.

Arty noticed the stares and tried not to shrink under them. Her steps slowed a bit.

She was in another world. A fantasy world. That alone was surreal. But now, she was being looked at like she was someone drawing so much attention. When in truth, she was still just herself.

Her fingers curled into small fists.

Sylmira noticed her tension and leaned slightly closer.

"Ignore their stares," she said calmly. "You are here to study, not entertain them. Let their gazes pass like wind and just focus on your path."

Arty nodded, grateful for the words.

They arrived at the main courtyard, a wide open space of enchanted stone and a single silver tree blooming in the center.

Sylmira turned to her.

"Wait here for a moment. I need to retrieve something from the Headmaster’s tower. Don’t wander around, okay?"

"Okay," Arty said, sitting on one of the marble benches.

Sylmira left, her long cloak sweeping behind her.

Immediately, the stares intensified. Arty kept her eyes down and tried to follow the Archmage’s advice.

But then, two girls approached her directly.

Their posture screamed privilege. Their backs straight, noses slightly lifted, uniforms spotless and embellished. One of them, with vibrant green hair in perfect curls, spoke first.

"Who are you?" she asked with a sharp voice. "And why were you walking beside her?"

Arty blinked, caught off guard. She hadn’t prepared an answer.

After a second, she gave the simplest truth she could. "I’m a friend’s sister. Of the Archmage." She smiled nervously.

The two girls exchanged a glance. Then the green-haired one scoffed, stepping forward.

"So... special treatment, huh?" she said loudly, enough for others nearby to hear. "Figures. Another nobody lifted by connections."

Arty’s smile faded. She felt the attention intensify again, more judgmental this time.

The girl jabbed a finger close to Arty’s face. "Why do you get special treatment? I’m the daughter of House Virenthal, and even I don’t even get personal tutoring! Is this fair? This is against the rules of this kingdom isn’t it?!"

Arty’s jaw clenched.

Back in her world, she would’ve slapped that smug expression off her face without hesitation back to back. But not here. She couldn’t afford to cause trouble here. At least for now, when she didn’t understand anything.

So she sat there in silence while gripping the edge of the bench tightly.

Then suddenly something happened.

"WAAAAH!"

The green-haired girl shrieked as her feet lifted off the ground, her body flung upward by an unseen force. She hovered and flailed in midair. Her friend backed away with a pale face.

Arty’s eyes widened in surprise.

A cold voice followed. "This is a place of learning. Not a theater for petty pride."

Archmage Sylmira walked into view, calm and composed, but her expression was icy and sharp as a blade.

She stopped beside Arty, not sparing the green-haired girl a glance.

Arty looked up at her with wide eyes. Sylmira simply sad, "Are you hurt?"

"No," Arty said, still stunned.

"Good," Sylmira replied. "Then we can continue."

She raised a hand lazily, and the floating girl was gently lowered to the ground. No longer smug, just pale and speechless.

Sylmira turned to the crowd gathering. "Anyone else has questions?"

There was only silence.

"Then return to your studies."

Without waiting for a response, she gestured for Arty to follow and together they walked away. Leaving the courtyard silent and the green-haired girl trembling where she stood.

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They walked down the smooth rune-lined pathway leading to the Academy’s training grounds.

Arty glanced up at Sylmira hesitantly. "Umm... are you sure it’s okay to do that to her? She said she’s the daughter of some noble house..."

Sylmira didn’t even look back. "And what of it?" she said coolly. "If they want to play the nobility game, then they better be prepared for the consequences. If that little girl or her House dares to raise a finger against me..." She turned her head slightly, her tone growing colder, "...then I will crush their mansion to rubble, erase their business from the ledgers of this kingdom, and ensure their name is no longer spoken among nobles. Simple."

Arty blinked, stunned. She hadn’t expected that kind of answer. Her mouth opened, then closed.

A chill ran down her spine. Not from fear of Sylmira’s words alone, but from the terrifying certainty with which she said them. That calm graceful Archmage who’d walked with her so gently was hiding a monster beneath the surface.

Not the kind of monster that rampaged but the kind of monster that annihilated anything that stood in her way with flawless precision when provoked.

Sylmira was ruthless.

Yet even then there was still one thing Sylmira was wary of. Her brother, Erend.

If someone like Sylmira feared or respected Erend that much, then just how terrifying had her brother become?

They reached a wide stone archway, beyond which lay a vast open training courtyard encircled by glowing blue runes.

Sylmira gestured grandly. "This is the Projection Arena. It simulates enemies in near-real conditions with their strength, Magic, even unpredictability. I designed it myself, and let me tell you, it took years and rare materials to finish."

Her smile turned faintly proud. "There is only one in the entire kingdom, and you’re standing in it."

Arty’s eyes widened. "And... I can use it?"

"You can," Sylmira said. "It usually requires a ridiculous amount of contribution points and approval from the Academy Board. But you’re under my care now. You don’t need any of that."

Arty blinked, a bit overwhelmed. Then she slowly smirked and crossed her arms.

"Well... I guess I might as well enjoy this privilege while it lasts."

Sylmira chuckled. "Good. That’s the right attitude."

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