My Girlfriends Are Hardcore Yanderes - Chapter 139

Chapter 139: Impulsive Behavior Part 2
They kept walking, and Lazeth pointed to another building. It was shorter but much wider, with tall, open glassless windows.

Through the openings, he could see many students and staff inside, moving around and carrying different kinds of items.

“That’s the Workshop,” she said. “It’s where most of the enchanted objects and artifacts are made. Students and professors work on everything from weapons to everyday items.”

Asher nodded, taking in the details.

“And over there is the Meditation Chamber. It’s where students and professors go to meditate, connect with the flow of elements. It helps with focus and clarity, especially for those working on complex spells or studying deep theory.”

As they walked past more buildings, she pointed out each one—classrooms for advanced elemental magic, a hall dedicated to magical creatures and their care, a tower for studying the manipulation of objects, and several dormitories for the students.

Each building had its own vibe.

He also took note of the robes worn by those they passed—each color representing a different status.

White – Worn by new students or beginners, those just starting their training.

Gray – For those who have passed the novice exam and gained a basic understanding of Arcane Spell.

Orange – Given to students who can cast intermediate-level spells and have a stronger grasp of concepts.

Blue – Reserved for those capable of casting advanced spells, showcasing a high level of skill and knowledge in Arcane Arts.

Purple – Worn by bona fide sorcerers, recognized for their expertise and mastery over specific or multiple branch of Arcane Arts.

Black – Reserved for teachers who are talented and knowledgeable enough to teach.

It was a straightforward ranking system, and it worked well in this type of setting.

According to her, this standard was almost universal across other academies in different territories, because, at the end of the day, arcane arts were rooted in the same core concepts, just branching out in different directions.

By the time they reached the central courtyard, he had learned more than he wanted, because she was quite the talker.

“What is this place?” he asked, feeling a strange pressure in the air. It wasn’t strong enough to make him worry. Still ,it was the strongest he had felt since coming to this world.

Lazeth pointed to a building ahead.

“That’s the principal’s office,” she said. “She’s a powerful sorcerer the Royals managed to recruit. She’s from Eryx too, but she’s much stronger than me. I actually brought you here because she wants to talk to you.”

Asher shook his head slightly.

“I expected as much.” He paused, studying the building. He could sense numerous traps inside, designed to catch anyone without a solid understanding of magic.

“Fine. I wanted to speak with her anyway. If she was from Eryx, she should know more about teleportation.”

Lazeth clasped her hands. “Yes, she’s more knowledgeable than me on that subject.”

They stepped inside, her stride steps matching his.

But just as they crossed the entrance, a sudden change in the atmosphere made him stop in his tracks—only to realize he was suddenly alone.

The space around him was enveloped in a thick fog, disorienting and oppressive.

He stood still for a moment, taking a deep breath to calm himself and figure out what was happening.

The fog was dense, but he didn’t feel any hostility.

‘Is this some kind of test?’

The fog moved around him, swirling in patterns that didn’t seem entirely random. He focused, watching the way it moved—like a current, pulsing with a life of its own.

The fog wasn’t just an illusion—it was a trap designed to confound him, to disorient his senses. The question was: how long could it hold him?

A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips. He wasn’t the type to be fooled by such low-level magic.

Rather than searching for the weak point in the fog, he muttered a quick incantation under his breath, his voice barely audible but filled with intent.

The spell he cast wasn’t complex, but it was precise—designed specifically to shatter illusions in their entirety.

“Delere!”

As the spell left his lips, a light burst from his body, sweeping through the walls and floors like a scanner.

The fog thinned and vanished in an instant, leaving only a wide hall before him.

Lazeth stood at the entrance, her eyes wide with disbelief.

“You… you broke the illusion that easily?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

For a moment, she stared at him, her posture stiffening. The awe she had for him was obvious, but so was the unease growing in her chest. He wasn’t just some random sorcerer—he was something far more dangerous.

Asher glanced around, indifferent to her reaction.

“It wasn’t that difficult,” he responded bluntly. There was no arrogance in his tone; he was simply stating the truth.

“I see,” she said slowly. “I didn’t expect you to be so powerful. Most people would’ve been trapped for much longer. But you… You just broke it like it was nothing,”

CLAP!

CLAP

CLAP!

Suddenly, the sound of applause echoed from the stairs leading to the second floor.

Asher and Lazeth turned, and descending the stairs slowly was a drop gorgeous woman.

She wore a sleek black and purple top, its intricate silver patterns resembling arcane runes. The plunging neckline accentuated her confidence, while the long, dark cloak flowing over her shoulders was split at the sides, allowing for ease of movement. The combination gave her an air of both royalty and danger.

Her short, layered skirt revealed slender legs wrapped in thigh-high stockings, paired with heeled boots.

Fingerless armored gloves hinted at both elegance and readiness for battle. The dark tones of her outfit contrasted sharply with her vibrant red hair and eyes, giving her a striking, commanding presence.

A horn, similar to Lazeth’s, protruded from her head, though it was smaller and curved more delicately. She looked young—no older than 17 in terms of facial features alone.

The pressure he had felt earlier now made sense. It came from her, radiating with power.

As he looked her over, trying to figure out where the strength was coming from, he was surprised to see that her body had undergone modification as well.

It wasn’t as perfect as his, but it was passable.

This suggested that this world possessed knowledge on how to form a Magic Body, albeit in a way different from his own.

“Principal, this is Sorcerer Asher—” Lazeth began, but before she could finish, the woman with red eyes raised her hands.

In an instant, hundreds of blue flames erupted around her, streaking toward Asher with terrifying speed. The flames crackled, their heat building as they closed in, but he didn’t flinch. His gaze remained steady, void of fear.

Without hesitation, he raised his hand and casted his own spell.

For a heartbeat, the air seemed to disappear before the fire was snuffed out, vanishing as quickly as it had appeared. Asher’s magic was superior, effortlessly overpowering hers with a display of control that made it clear.

The silence that followed stretched longer than expected, with both sides carefully watching each other.

“Come to my office,” the principal ordered, turning and walking away without waiting for a response. She didn’t even apologize for attacking him without any valid reason.

‘I hope she’s not too crazy,’ he sighed.