My Girlfriends Are Hardcore Yanderes - Chapter 150

Chapter 150: Accidental Inspiration
Even though the fight had ended, the arena remained full of excitement. This moment would likely be remembered for the rest of their lives.

They had come expecting Abir to dominate, confident that his strength and skill would easily overpower his opponent. But what happened instead was a total upset.

In the crowd, people whispered, then talked louder, repeating one name: Sorcerer Asher Aurelius.

What he showed left everyone speechless, silencing even the harshest critics. From start to finish, his skill was nothing short of sensational

Groups of students huddled together, their voices rising in animated tones as they replayed the spectacle they had just witnessed.

“He was so fast at the start!” one of the younger students said, eyes wide. “I’ve seen high-level warriors, but none of them were as quick as the vice principal!”

The title had already been placed on him after his victory, and there was no longer anyone foolish enough to question his credibility.

In fact, most of the people who had watched were grateful that such a powerful individual had chosen to join their academy.

Compared to other Sorcerer Academies in neighboring cities, the one in Alarath was still in its early stages, growing at a slower pace due to its recent establishment.

Naturally, the average skill level of its sorcerers was lower, with the notable exceptions of Lucia and now Asher.

Their presence was a rare opportunity to raise the academy’s standing, and many saw it as a sign that things were about to change for the better.

Another student chimed in, gripping the railing tightly to steady himself.

“And that body-enhancing spell… I didn’t even know it could do that. Thought it was just a side thing—useful, but not something to focus on.”

“Exactly!” a girl from the group said, leaning forward, her voice tinged with frustration. “The instructors laughed at me when I said I wanted to specialize in close combat. They told me it was stupid—that spells were meant to keep you away from danger, not throw you into it.”

“Well, they were wrong.” An older student crossed his arms, nodding slowly as if the pieces of a puzzle finally fit together. “What the vice principal did today… Who needs a sword or shield when your body’s the weapon?

The girl straightened her back, showing her determination.

“That’s it. I’m not holding back anymore. If he can do it, so can I. No one will mock close-combat sorcerers again after this.”

A wave of agreement passed through the group, and one of the students chuckled.

“Speaking of weapons, did you see that flame sword? None of our professors ever mentioned something like that being possible with Arcane Arts.”

“Maybe they don’t even know,” another student suggested, lowering their voice conspiratorially. “I think Professor Asher is way ahead of everyone else—maybe even the principal.”

“You really think so?” the first student asked, his voice hushed. “If Professor Asher’s spells are that advanced, why doesn’t he share them with the rest of the academy?”

“He’s new, right? Maybe the curriculum will change now that he’s here. I mean, after today, how could it not?”

“Let’s hope so,” another student replied, shaking his head. “Most of what we’re learning feels outdated compared to what he just demonstrated. If he’s willing to teach us more of those spells, things could get really exciting around here.”

“But do you think the other professors will let him?” the younger student asked, lowering his voice. “Some of them seem so set in their old ways. They might not want someone shaking things up.”

“Does it matter?” the girl countered. “If he can prove this is the future, they’ll have no choice but to adapt. You can’t argue with results like that.”

“Yeah!” another joined in, his excitement growing. “And if they don’t change, we’ll just follow his way. Who needs the old rules when he is showing us a better way?”

While they buzzed with excitement over the topic, the same conversation was happening among the teachers.

Many of them could overhear the students’ chatter, and though it stung their pride, they couldn’t deny the truth behind it.

Asher’s unconventional fighting style had shattered their long-held beliefs about the limits of Body-Enhancing Spells.

“It’s unsettling,” one instructor muttered, arms crossed as they leaned against a stone pillar. “We’ve taught for years that close combat is secondary for sorcerers, yet here he is proving us wrong.”

Another nodded reluctantly. “We told students to prioritize safety and range. Now, they’ll want to dive headfirst into mastering fighting styles we barely even considered valid. If they get hurt chasing that path, it’s on him.”

“But can we really blame him?” a quieter voice spoke up from the back. “What he’s done… it opens up possibilities we never thought of. Maybe we’ve been too stuck in our old ways.”

A few of the older professors exchanged uneasy glances, their expressions caught between resistance and reluctant acceptance.

“Whether we like it or not, some of the students will follow him,” the first instructor said grimly. “We can either adapt or risk becoming irrelevant.”

The group knew the truth of those words.

Asher’s display wasn’t just challenging the students—he was forcing the entire academy to reevaluate its understanding of arcane arts and combat.

For better or worse, change was coming, and none of them could ignore it.

Up on the arena royal platform, Nala walked up to Lucia with a rare approving look.

While she was impressed by the spells Asher casted, her attention was more focused on the body-enhancing.

It seemed easier to master, and for someone like her, who wanted to mass-produce battle-ready sorcerers, it presented a new opportunity.

Folding her arms, she leaned slightly toward the principal. “You’ve done it again. Finding someone like him isn’t easy.”

Lucia’s eyes narrowed as she adjusted her dark cloak. A small, faint smile crossed her lips, but it wasn’t a happy one.

Her frustration toward Asher’s earlier defiance burned beneath the surface, though she tried to masked it.

In the end, she decided to turn around. She wanted to leave this place and confront him as soon as possible.

As someone who was used to being on top, she couldn’t stand the thought of him testing her limits. It was an insult to her pride, and she was determined to put an end to it before he had any more ideas.

Nala noticed her reaction, and a sly smile crept onto her lips. She had been concerned that the connection between Asher and Lucia might pose a problem, but it didn’t seem to be the case.

‘This is better. Now I just need to invite him to the castle, and…’

‘Oh my, I’m getting too excited. There are still so many people around,’ she thought, quickly trying to suppress the rising emotions. ‘I can’t be thinking of such… lewd thoughts.’

She straightened her posture, wiping the traces of excitement from her face, and refocused.

No matter how tempting the thought of his presence, she knew better than to show it to everyone.

Still, just imagining what she could achieve with him on her side was too tempting. If she succeeded, she’d no longer need Lucia and could dispose of her.