She hadn’t expected Eleonora to be walking toward the professor’s tent as soon as she pointed her out!
‘How is she walking so fast?!’ Valentina wondered to herself as she tried to keep up with Eleonora, who was climbing the mountain effortlessly, leaving her and Alexia behind.
“Let me help you,” said Alexia as she prevented the class president from stumbling.
“Thanks…” replied Valentina, watching as Eleonora and the other girl left them behind.
Eleonora could feel the growing discomfort of walking in Camila’s body.
Her movements were becoming increasingly clumsy and forced. Every time her feet hit the ground, Camila’s body seemed to crack a little more—as if it were on the verge of collapsing from exhaustion.
‘Hold on a little longer…’ was the only thing Eleonora kept repeating in her mind as she moved forward.
Yet despite the pain, Eleonora’s face remained impassive; she wouldn’t let herself show any sign of weakness in front of the others.
To Eleonora’s surprise, upon reaching the summit on flatter ground, she noticed that her first obstacle was the group of students guarding the entrance.
‘More humans…’ she thought irritably.
Two uniformed students, sporting a lion badge on their chests, stepped into her path.
Eleonora glanced at them briefly, her expression unreadable, before one of them—the taller one—spoke.
“What are you doing here, Camila?” he asked, using the girl’s name as expected. “The teacher is busy with the artifact.”
Without altering her tone, Eleonora calmly replied:
“I’m here to talk to the professor.”
The two students exchanged a glance, surprised by Eleonora’s determined attitude.
The other, with short blond hair, raised an eyebrow as he scanned the young woman with a wary look.
“The teacher is working with the artifact,” the first insisted, lowering his tone slightly as if warning her. “He told us not to let anyone disturb him except in an emergency.”
“Are you students?” Eleonora asked, tilting her head slightly as if questioning the very validity of their presence there.
The two shared a quick look, visibly confused by her question.
They didn’t seem to know how to react, but the tall boy spoke again, now sounding a bit more tense.
“Of course we’re students,” he replied, a trace of irritation in his voice. “Why do you ask?”
Eleonora pointed to Valentina, who was just finishing her climb alongside Alexia.
With a slight smile, she responded in a calm tone that made the students step back.
“Then, if I’m not mistaken,” she said, “you should be aware that not only is she,”—she gestured toward Valentina—“above you in this academy’s hierarchy, but the class president has given me permission to speak with the teacher. Step aside.”
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The students fell silent for a moment, surprised and a bit uneasy.
The way Eleonora spoke—so confidently and without an ounce of doubt—contradicted the image they had of Camila, the quiet, respectful girl in class. But they soon regained themselves, trying to maintain their stance.
“We can’t let you get any closer, Camila,” said the blond guard, though his tone no longer held the firmness it once did. “The teacher told us no one could disturb him…”
“It’s an emergency,” Eleonora interrupted, not losing her composure. “And if you don’t step aside,” she added firmly, “I’ll have no choice but to use force.”
Use force?
For a girl whom almost everyone knew as a simple priestess to threaten them with force—it sounded…
Ridiculous.
The students exchanged another look.
The tension in the air was palpable, and although most of the students training to be knights were used to combat and danger…
2 seconds.
That was all the time it took for the students to finally realize that Camila wasn’t coming only with the class president and Alexia, but that there was also a young, white-haired girl who, at first glance, appeared harmless…
After staring into her eyes for more than three seconds, none of them instinctively wanted to face her. The young girl, with her piercing gaze and cold aura, looked at them as if they were nothing more than pesky insects.
The presence of Eleonora’s invocation—this latent being of power—made the two students feel even more uneasy.
Their bodies tensed involuntarily, and a cold sweat began to form on their foreheads.
They knew that the aura of that girl was dangerous, even if they couldn’t quite gauge the extent of her power.
“Don’t come any closer,” whispered the tall student to his companion in a trembling voice.
The invocation’s gaze intensified, causing them to waver even more.
The boys looked at each other, bewildered. But before they could say any more, Valentina and Alexia approached, both with serious expressions.
“What’s going on?” Valentina asked directly.
“Everything’s fine,” Eleonora replied with a half-smile, “but these two boys seem a little lost about what to do.”
The students, wishing to avoid a confrontation with the class president, stepped aside without protest, though doubt still lingered in their eyes.
“Alright, class president,” said the blond guard in a tone of resignation. “But who is that girl?” he asked, pointing at the girl accompanying Eleonora while looking at Valentina with concern. “What is she doing here?”
Raising her hand with a controlled smile, Valentina calmly replied:
“Don’t worry, we’ll explain everything later. But right now, we need to speak with the professor.”
Despite the guards’ lingering doubts, Valentina and Alexia moved forward alongside Eleonora. The three left the students standing there, still not fully understanding the situation.
“Please… try not to start a fight with our professor,” Valentina whispered to Eleonora, a slight note of concern in her tone.
Without slowing her pace, Eleonora smiled faintly and replied:
“If he doesn’t act like an idiot, I won’t need to use force.”
However, before she could continue, Eleonora opened the door to the teacher’s tent, and instantly the tension in the air shifted.
At the back, the teacher was there, his back turned to them as he examined a small artifact on the table.
The device glowed faintly under the light of a nearby lamp, and its inscriptions began to emit a soft vibration.
The artifact gave off a faint yellow glow, only to quickly revert to a red hue.
The teacher, a man of imposing build and analytical gaze, slowly lifted his eyes, recognizing Camila only after a few seconds.
His greeting was curt—almost abrupt.
“What do you want?” he asked, not fully turning toward them; his deep voice carried a hint of discomfort.
Eleonora stepped forward without hesitation and said calmly:
“What I want is the artifact. Are you going to give it to me, or do I have to take it by force?”
This declaration caught everyone off guard, but especially the class president, who couldn’t help but think:
‘Didn’t he hear what I told him before?!’
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