Magic School's

Magic School's
The Secret In My School



Finally, all my tasks have been completed and there are only a few more materials that I need to work on. The time of collection is near. I need to be able to finish this as soon as possible.


"After this, proceed to.."


"Hello, hostel!"


While being serious about the task, suddenly from outside the door came Chely's voice calling out to me. This was one of the rare habits he had ever practiced. He usually barges in without permission, thinking of my dorm as his own home.


"Just go in, El. The door's not locked."


"All right."


Chely entered with a thick book. Maybe he wanted to teach me to study together.


"Do you want to study with me?"


"No."


"Then, why did you bring the book here?"


"I want to show you something."


Chely sat next to me. He opened the thick book in his hand to show it to me.


"Who are they?"


It tells the history of the school of magic from its inception to its success as it is today.


As long as Chely was storytelling, I watched him so seriously. In Chely's story, I was quite interested in the story of the witches who were planning to build a magic school. But, they do not want to capitalize much.


In ancient times...


In a vast desert, there is a Bread Shop. Many people often visit there just to meet the shopkeeper's daughter.


"Welcome, Sir. Can I help you?"


Unfortunately, the visitors who come never be friendly to the shopkeeper. They always say rude and do not hesitate to do violence. But due to the bad nature of the customers, the girl from the shopkeeper also drove them all out of the house.


"Dad, are you okay?"


"Yes. I'm fine."


"They are so evil. How dare to be rude to an old man like you."


"That's it. After all, they're just customers who visit."


"Dad. Don't!"


The girl named Linea was upset at the actions of her customers who were so rude to her father. Linea from the beginning had never been interested in any of the customers that were subscribed to the store. But they continued to pursue him, despite being rejected many times by Linea.


On a clear day, Linea intends to go buy sugar. His father was too old to leave the house. His wrinkled skin is certainly not going to stand if exposed to direct sunlight, even if only a few minutes. He could be scorched.


"I'll go first, Dad."


"alright. Careful, son."


"Dad not to worry. I just went out for a second."


During the trip, nothing stuck there. But suddenly the feathers stood all.


"W-what is this? The feeling of the sun is very hot. Why do I get goosebumps, huh?"


Linea immediately accelerated her pace. Arriving at his destination, he no longer shivered. He went straight to the cashier there.


"Excuse me. I want to buy sugar."


"Sure, Miss."


The seller also gave what he was asked for. After getting what he wanted, he immediately returned to his father's shop.


On the way home, the feeling was again felt by Linea. Feeling uncomfortable, Linea also stepped her legs wider so that she could quickly get to the store. The longer, the more unpleasant the feeling. He also ran very fast. But, suddenly...


"M. mm.."


Someone deliberately smothered Linea's mouth with a handkerchief that had been drugged. As a result, Linea fainted and was taken away by the mysterious man.


Back to the previous time...


"What happened to the girl after that?"


"He was kidnapped by a mysterious person who thought that it was one of the customers in his father's shop."


"There's so much pity. Can he be found?"


"I don't know. That's the only story I know. The rest you can ask Hedro yourself."


I just nodded briefly. The story sounds interesting, but unfortunately Chely can't tell everything in detail.


Chely went back to opening up sheet by sheet to find out more. I asked Chely about the pictures next to the book.


"This is a mini-photo album. Here are listed many photos of students who have graduated with the title of a witch and professor."


I saw there was a picture of a young professor he had met in Bu Sen's room.


"If you can tell, who is he?"


I pointed to the photo in question. It's a little blurry, but it's pretty clear to see.


"Oh, this is Julz's sister. He was one of the young professors in our school. He also has a lot of female fans, you know."


"really? I-I never knew it. Quickly, once called by the Father directly evasive."


"He was young. It definitely wouldn't be comfortable being called that way, Lia."


Chely re-opened the sheet on the mini album. We looked at the photos of the professors currently on duty. I saw there was Bu Sen, Mr. Jon, and other old professors. If you look around again, Mr. Jon was quite handsome when he was young.


"They must be school alumni."


"Yes. But they still teach at this school."


"What are the duties of the young professors determined by the old professors?"


"Not really. Usually their job depends on their individual expertise."


If I were a Prodigy, I would definitely be placed in Chemistry Class Lv 1. My best skills are there.


"Lia, do you really want to be a professor?"


"of course. That's also if I can."


With a predetermined fate, I can only take a deep breath. It's okay if I don't become a professor here, at least I can become the principal. That's not bad, is it?


"Well, it doesn't feel like the time has shown at 4pm. We're preoccupied with chatting until we don't remember the time, huh?"


"Heheh. Don't you have class today, El? Looks like you guys have been pretty relaxed lately."


"You guys..?"


"I mean, you and Hedro."


"Oh, that. We did complete all the schoolwork, starting from History, Chemistry, Potions, Magic Circles, and other materials."


"Really?"


"I'm not lying. You can ask Hedro if you don't believe."


Finally, I could only nod in a sign of trust. Hedro has not been seen anywhere lately. To the dormitory never again.


"Where is Hedro now?"


"Maybe he's got business elsewhere."


Not knowing why, I suddenly wanted to ask Delu the current state. But, I can't possibly ask Chely. He's the mouth of a bucket, never able to keep a secret. I'd better keep this question to myself for later or until he comes back by himself.