Transmigrated as the Villainess Princess - Chapter 29

Chapter 29: VPAA (4)

Ahcehera had assumed this session would follow the standard lecture format, but she was soon proven wrong.

As the students settled in, the room began to transform. The expansive classroom, which resembled a grand hall, started shifting and reconfiguring.

The floor beneath them shifted mechanically, panels sliding and folding to reveal a circular stage.

Gradually, the room reshaped itself into a mini-arena.

The walls extended upward, forming barriers, while the central ring was illuminated with bright lights, casting a dramatic glow across the space.

A murmur of excitement rippled through the students as they exchanged curious glances.

At the front, Professor Elena Dike stepped forward, a confident smile on her face.

“Today,” she announced, her voice resonating through the arena, “we will be conducting practical demonstrations.

Each of you will showcase the techniques and strategies you’ve been learning over the past few weeks.”

Her gaze swept across the room, her smile widening.

“This will not only serve as an evaluation of your skills but also as an opportunity for improvement. And,” she gestured toward the back, “we are honored to have our empire’s senior strategist, Strategist Hera, join us today as a co-evaluator.”

All eyes turned toward Ahcehera, who sat poised at the back of the arena, her military uniform lending her an air of authority.

Her expression remained neutral, but her mere presence caused a ripple of tension among the students.

With a wave of her hand, Professor Elena activated a holographic interface. A tabulation screen appeared before Ahcehera, listing the students’ names and sections for evaluation.

“Teacher,” one of the students hesitantly raised their hand, “is this a group activity?”

Professor Elena shook her head with a small chuckle.

“No, this is an individual evaluation. Each of you will step into the ring and demonstrate your skills. Strategist Hera and I will observe and score your performance.”

The students collectively tensed, some adjusting their posture while others glanced at the arena nervously.

Ahcehera leaned back slightly, scanning the names on the holographic tablet. Her sharp eyes flickered briefly over Richard Mors’ name, though she said nothing.

The demonstration began.

One by one, the students stepped into the arena, each showcasing their learned techniques. Some performed with confidence, their movements precise and practiced.

Others stumbled slightly, nerves getting the better of them.

Ahcehera’s gaze was focused and analytical. Her fingers occasionally brushed the holographic screen, adding comments and scores for each participant.

She noted their strengths and weaknesses, her mind silently critiquing their execution and adaptability.

The arena buzzed with energy as the activity progressed, the students giving it their all under the scrutinizing gaze of their esteemed evaluators.

Ahcehera remained calm and observant, her presence a constant reminder of the weight of their performance.

The name “Richard Mors” loomed closer on the list, and a flicker of curiosity crossed her mind. How would he fare in this evaluation?

When it was Richard’s turn to step into the arena, he did something unexpected. As he took his position, he raised his hand, his tone calm yet bold. “Teacher, may I propose something?”

Professor Elena’s eyebrows furrowed as she regarded him with suspicion. “What is it, Richard?”

He straightened his posture, his rare violet eyes shimmering with an unusual confidence. “I’d like to perform my demonstration by inviting Strategist Hera to the ring.”

A collective gasp echoed through the room. The students exchanged wide-eyed glances, unable to believe what they’d just heard.

“Nonsense!” Professor Elena’s voice rang out, laced with both shock and disapproval. “What do you mean by this audacious request?”

Richard’s lips curved into a slight smile, unbothered by her scolding.

“I wish to test my skills against a real master. They say the princess can predict her opponent’s moves with uncanny precision. I’d like to see if my training allows me to even touch her.”

Professor Elena’s face turned crimson, her anger palpable. “This is out of line! Do you realize how disrespectful…”

“Good.”

Ahcehera’s calm yet commanding voice cut through the rising tension like a blade.

The room fell into silence.

She rose gracefully from her seat, her expression unreadable, yet the faintest glimmer of intrigue flashed in her golden eyes. “I accept your challenge.”

Her words sent a ripple of awe through the audience.

With measured steps, she began walking toward the ring. Each stride was purposeful, her presence so magnetic that the students held their breath, afraid to even whisper.

Richard remained composed, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. “It’s an honor to duel with the princess,” he said, extending a hand toward her in a polite gesture.

Without a word, Ahcehera ignored his outstretched hand. Instead, she leaped gracefully into the air, her movements so fluid it seemed as if time had slowed.

She landed with ease on the platform, her cape billowing gently around her as though a breeze had accompanied her descent.

The students stared, wide-eyed, in awe of her elegance and power.

“Impressive,” Richard murmured, though his smirk deepened as if undeterred.

Ahcehera’s gaze locked onto him, her voice steady and cold. “If you can so much as touch my cape, I will reward you. But if you fail, you will serve as my assistant for three months.”

The students’ whispers erupted into a chorus of disbelief and excitement.

Richard’s eyes gleamed with determination, his stance shifting slightly as he prepared for the challenge.

“As you wish, Your Highness,” he replied, bowing slightly before straightening with a confident air.

Ahcehera tilted her head slightly, her golden eyes narrowing. “Then let’s begin.”

Richard stepped forward confidently, towering over Ahcehera with his imposing height and broad frame.

His violet eyes gleamed with determination as he sized her up, formulating his strategy.

The room fell silent, every student was transfixed, unable to predict what would happen next.

Richard lunged first, aiming to use his strength and reach to corner her. His movements were sharp, each step calculated, each strike purposeful.

He unleashed a barrage of the techniques he had mastered during the course, his footwork precise and his strikes powerful.

But Ahcehera was unfazed.

She moved with an uncanny calmness, her golden eyes observing every movement, every shift in his stance.

She hadn’t lifted a hand to counter yet, and it was unsettling. Her posture remained relaxed, almost as if she were toying with him.