Chapter 367: Elemental Affinity Training "So let me get this straight..." Dorian said as Azel sat opposite him in his office. It was just early in the morning and Azel had already brought another deal of drama to his doorstep... He really regretted giving the young man permission to enter his office at any time he wanted yesterday. "You attacked a Professor and killed him." "He’s brutally injured... not killed," Azel replied calmly as he drank from the cup of tea. "And I was being very patient with him. Look at the way he’s treating female students." "I am aware of that," Dorian said, his eyebrows crunching together as he massaged his forehead. "As long as he doesn’t do anything bad with them, we’ve decided to overlook it. His parents are one of the clans funding the Academy from the Aegis academy... and not only that but they’re close with the Emperor there, what would you do if your actions just caused two nations to fight against each other?" "He’s touching people inappropriately." Azel raised an eyebrow there. There wasn’t anything worth overlooking. "And I think he’s also using his authority as the Professor to force students to do things." "Tell you what..." Dorian said as he stood up. "I’ll ask all the students personally. For now, he will be on indefinite leave since he is in the Infirmary. So get to class already, and stop coming to my office." The moment he said that, pieces of thread from the walls shot forward, wrapping around Azel and flinging him out the door. ’And this... is why I don’t have kids.’ He thought and shook his head. ... [Elemental Affinity Training] Azel walked down the hallway, straightening his collar before entering the next classroom. He opened the door, and once again, found himself back in the same class where Drake had nearly destroyed half the students the last time. The memory made everyone wary; nobody was breathing too loudly. But this time, the person standing up front wasn’t Drake. The man before them was an elf... he was tall, thin, and pale-skinned, wearing a fitted black suit. His long silver hair hung neatly behind his shoulders, and he held a wooden cane in one hand. His face was elegant and almost too perfect, but his eyes held a glint of disgust that was impossible to ignore. Azel walked past the whispering students and took an empty seat beside Sybil, who smiled brightly at him the moment he sat down. "Morning, darling," she said in a quiet voice, still blushing slightly when he looked her way. "Morning," he replied casually. "I’ve gotten permission for a leave of absence... for the both of us," she whispered while twirling her hair. "We’ll head there during the weekend." ’Already?’ Azel thought, he was surprised but didn’t show it on his face. "Alright," he muttered and turned his eyes to the front, just as the elf professor clapped his hands once. The sharp sound cut through the room like a whip. "Now quiet up, humans!" he said with a sneer. Instantly, every sound in the room stopped. Even the mana orbs some students had been practicing with vanished. "You might not have met me before, but I am the replacement for your last pathetic instructor who was running tests on students and professors alike." He turned to the board and started writing. The chalk glided elegantly, leaving behind his name in bold, long strokes: 『Sir Alvinus Seatra the Third』 "You may refer to me as Sir Alvinus Seatra the Third," he said. "Or, if you insist, Professor Alvinus but you must add ’Seatra the Third.’ I am an elf, and even if you are akin to monkeys, you should at least show the basic courtesy of respect." Azel sighed quietly. ’I really need to see the hiring requirements for this Academy,’ he thought. Straight racists were getting jobs like nothing... "Now then," Alvinus said while clearing his throat, "today I will be teaching you how to control your magic. I still fail to understand why this is even a class topic. Magic control should be something natural, but apparently for humans, even that is difficult." He shook his head in mock pity. "Let’s begin." He tapped the floor with his cane, and mana stirred through the air. The students began releasing their elements... fire, water, wind, and earth filling the room with colorful light. Flames spun into small spheres; droplets of water hovered midair; stone dust compacted into tiny rocks. Azel summoned a sphere of frost between his palms, slowly condensing it until the surrounding air began to freeze. Alvinus walked among the rows, cane tapping softly as he observed. "Humans will always be at the bottom of the magical hierarchy," he said in his cold voice. "Though it’s not entirely your fault... A human’s magic circle is limited by nature." He stopped by Reinhardt, who had three glowing spheres of affinities floating around him. "And then there are some monkeys who like showing off," Alvinus said, glancing at him with distaste. Reinhardt’s hands twitched, but he didn’t say anything. Next, Alvinus stopped by the blue-haired prince sitting two rows ahead. The boy was calmly controlling a massive orb of water, perfectly stable in midair. Though one could see he wasn’t completely human. "When one achieves proper control," Alvinus said, nodding, "even a single spell can bring armies to their knees. Excellent work." He moved on and stopped beside Sylvia, whose palms shimmered with condensed life magic. His eyebrows lifted slightly, he was clearly impressed. "As expected from one of the King’s descendants," he murmured. Then he turned to Sybil. Her wind sphere hummed faintly, spinning faster with every rotation. It was more compressed than what most students could do at her level. Alvinus raised a brow, he was interested, but decided to move on without comment. And finally, he stopped in front of Azel. The silver-haired boy was sitting calmly, a small orb of pure frost spinning between his fingers. The cold aura spread across his desk, crystals forming over the table’s surface. Alvinus watched quietly for a few seconds, adjusting his glasses before saying, "I’ve seen enough." The students looked at him, confused. He turned fully to Azel. "Get out of my class." Azel blinked. "What?" "You heard me. Leave," the professor said firmly. "Your presence is unpleasant."