My Girlfriends Are Hardcore Yanderes - Chapter 138

Chapter 138: Impulsive Behavior Part 1
‘That fox woman is more capable than I thought,’ he nodded in approval.

He didn’t mind her interference—it saved him the trouble of dealing with unnecessary distractions, like having to teach these rude students a lesson.

It seemed that no matter where he went, there were always people foolish enough to get themselves into trouble.

In his old world, the term was “Fuck around and find out.” It was something of a running joke, but it happened more often than one might think.

He turned toward the wolfkin who had acted so high and mighty earlier.

The student still glared at him, even after learning that he was a sorcerer, which was super dumb.

Even the average citizen knew enough to avoid trouble, but this guy’s brain cells seemed to be lacking in many departments. Asher couldn’t help but wonder if the wolfkin had somehow failed to evolve properly.

Sensing the tension, the woman with goat horns turned her attention to her students.

“Rave, stop messing around, apologize, and lead your classmate back into the academy,”

“Don’t make me ask you again. Or I’ll talk to your father about your attitude,” she warned.

The wolfkin gritted his teeth in anger, but in the end, he followed her orders.

“I… I apologize,” he spat out reluctantly, his fist clenched into a fist. His classmate, seeing his actions, mirrored him.

They quickly walked away after that, but Rave’s hostility remained, his posture stiff and his glare lingering on Asher for a few seconds.

“I apologize again,” she said. “Those kids come from noble families, so they still have trouble accepting us sorcerers because of what happened before.”

Asher nodded in understanding, recalling the civil war.

It was only natural that those directly affected by it would harbor more resentment.

During that time, sorcerers had targeted royal and noble families, so it wouldn’t be surprising if many of the well off students here had lost a family member in the process.

On the contrary, most citizens had likely forgotten about it.

Even though they were affected, the sorcerers hadn’t directly targeted them, so it was easier for them to move on and forgive.

This wasn’t something unique to this place. Even in his old world, there were instances where a country, after being invaded, would see the bad blood fade away after just two generations. It was only remembered by few.

“May I know your name?” he asked, changing the conversation while locking gazed with her.

Her eyes weren’t the usual shade of black—there was no white in them at all.

“My name is Lazeth,” she replied. “Arya mentioned you were looking for someone who knew about teleportation spells. I’m from Eryx, so I’ve studied the subject, but if I’m being honest, it’s a very difficult field. I’m not sure if my knowledge will be of much value to you.”

“Knowledge is knowledge, no matter how small or big it is,” he responded with a nod.

Lazeth’s face showed some surprise before she let out a giggle. “Oh my, so Arya wasn’t lying when she said you don’t have that typical sorcerer attitude of being arrogant .”

Asher just nodded, offering no further explanation.

He didn’t care much about how others saw him. He maintained this persona because he knew the best way to earn respect was by showing respect in return—except for those unbearable stances. In those cases, he’d repay their bad attitude tenfold if necessary.

“Let’s talk somewhere more private. Follow me, and I’ll give you a tour along the way,” she gestured.

As she guided him deeper into the academy, his eyes focused on the structures surrounding the area.

The buildings were a blend of elegance and grandeur, constructed from polished marble and accented with domes of gold that glinted softly in the pale light.

Thin waterfalls cascaded gently down the towering walls, their streams disappearing into a misty canal below.

Pillars stretched skyward, decorated with magical runes that faintly pulsed with life, as if breathing in harmony with the flow of energy around them.

Large vines crawled up the surfaces of the buildings, giving the structures a natural touch that blended artificial design with nature.

“Welcome to Alarath’s Sorcerer’s Academy,” Lazeth said, her voice carrying pride.

“It’s impressive, considering this place used to hate sorcerers,” he remarked.

Her smile faltered for a moment, but she quickly composed herself.

“What the sorcerer did in Alarath was a terrible crime,” she paused, waiting for him to share his thoughts.

But he remained silent.

He couldn’t care less if it was a crime or not, nor did he have any interest in the reasoning behind it.

“You’re a man of few words, it seems,” she added.

“I just don’t like giving opinions on political matters.” he answered.

Lazeth nodded, respecting his decision, but that didn’t stop her from continuing to speak like a tour guide.

She pointed toward a square structure, completely devoid of windows.

“That building over there is the Arcane Repository. It houses our most valuable tomes and relics. Only the top scholars and professors are allowed inside. It’s protected by a series of powerful wards, making it nearly impossible for anyone to access the important texts and items stored there without authorization.”

He took a moment to process her words before speaking. ” I was expecting fewer tomes, especially since this place is just starting to embrace the Arcane Arts again.”

“Some of the tomes are from sorcerers like us, while most were bought by the royal family from other cities at a premium price,” she explained.

“I see, so that’s why there’s so much security around it,”

Lazeth smirked slightly, glancing over at him. “Indeed. We keep it that way for a reason. Not all spells should be in the hands of just anyone. Some things are too dangerous, especially in the hands of impulsive young students,”

“Well, I can’t say I disagree with that logic,” Asher replied. “But what if students want to read a book?”

She raised her index finger to explain. “We have a library for that. And the academy provide it’s own written books to students to prevent them from being overwhelmed by too much information.”

Asher paused for a moment. “Isn’t that counterproductive? It would limit their imagination and hinder their progress.”

“Yes,” She nodded, acknowledging his point.

Unfortunately, the royal family had set it up this way to mass-produce sorcerers in batches. They weren’t looking for people who could innovate; they wanted soldiers who could be used in war.

The academy even had a course on group formation, designed to maximize the efficiency of sorcerers working together in battle scenarios. In addition, most of the subjects focused on offensive and defensive arcane spells.

In a way, calling this a sorcerer’s academy was misleading; it was more like a military training camp with an extra step.

‘It’s not my world, so I don’t really care how they do things here,’ His usual indifference to matters that didn’t concern him resurfaced

Lazeth’s impression of him grew. She saw him as someone distant, impartial, and careful not to jump to conclusions—a rare quality among sorcerers, who were often driven by ego.

‘I wonder if he already has someone…’ she muttered to herself.