### Chapter 444: The Modern School Isn’t Modern Enough
After that, the students seemed to have opened up their creative channels, like they were mastering ancient yoga moves or something, and began their brainstorming session.
A parade of bizarre ideas flowed forth.
For instance, the classic “three women, one stage” scenario, or inviting more characters from the city to multiply the number of intricate relationships—because hey, who doesn’t love a tangled web of drama?
They even dug deep into backstories. They weren’t just humans—some were ghosts, some had transformed from monsters, and others were alchemical beings. This fanciful category could be dubbed “Background Interaction Chaos.”
And then there were completely ludicrous reconstructions, shaking up the entire scene like it was a blender on high speed, producing what could best be described as “Random Nonsense That Makes Absolutely No Sense!”
In summary, their creative horizons had certainly broadened.
The storytellers were thrilled, and the listeners were enjoying the show just as much.
Meanwhile, two unfortunate instructors who had decided to audit the class were just bewildered from start to finish.
They attended one session, but it felt like they hadn’t heard a single word.
Is this the mental state of today’s youth?
Is this what you all like to do nowadays?
Clearly, they were out of their depth.
But aside from them, the atmosphere was fantastic, and everyone else was having a blast.
That’s how the class rolled along joyfully.
As the class was about to end, Euphilia mentioned the next class plan.
The next lesson would be an outdoor training session, deeply diving into the topic of magic power.
The instant the bell rang, Euphilia vanished into thin air.
Leaving a bunch of students, eager to swarm her, awkwardly flailing.
Having been burned last time, they were ready for her this go-around.
If they were to corner her, who knew how long it would take to escape?
No, no, that’s basically overtime—definitely not happening!
At lunchtime, Okor found Yuliya and informed her that the application had already been submitted to the History Academy.
The instructors there were quite serious, immediately accepting and assigning a mentor.
The first class in the afternoon had that mentor, so they could sneak in for a trial listen.
After sharing the news, Okor left.
The guy was really dedicated to his students, bless his heart.
Yuliya glanced at her schedule.
The first class in the afternoon was a Modern Magic course.
She had listened to an overview last week and found it interesting—had originally planned to attend again this afternoon.
Now, however, conflicts had arisen. A bit of a hassle.
Wait, though, was it really that big of a deal?
Wasn’t there that certain guy who snoozes through class all the time?
As a Classical Magic professor, it would only be reasonable to get a glimpse into the opposing faction, right?
After lunch and a short rest, Yuliya bid farewell to her roommates and headed alone to a deserted corner, finding a classroom that was clearly underpopulated.
What can you do? The History Academy was like that.
The whole place seemed to be half-buried like the subjects they studied.
Even close to class time, the small classroom meant for fifty students had only about ten scattered souls.
But surprisingly, Yuliya didn’t draw much attention this time; everyone was quietly preoccupied with their own business.
These history enthusiasts seemed a bit oblivious to current trends.
Which was great—made things easier.
Then, as the class bell rang, the instructor walked in, spotted Yuliya, and cheerfully exclaimed a few greetings. That finally alerted the others that the “Excellence” new student—who had been gossip fodder—was actually in their dusty history class!
Could it be that our History Academy was finally getting some shine?
Nah, on second thought, let’s not kid ourselves.
The reaction in history class was rather lukewarm, with the instructor quietly lecturing while students quietly listened.
However, on the other side, the Modern Magic class was anything but silent.
When the bell rang, instead of the usual instructor, in walked the most popular and beloved Elven beauty, Euphilia!
She merely glanced around, chose a seat closest to the door, and sat down with zero fanfare.
Behind her, the designated instructor stepped in, looking slightly perplexed.
The instructor’s name was Edith, a young and attractive human instructor who hadn’t been at Saint Felis Academy for long.
Typically, teachers arrive right on the dot. But she’d encountered someone who mastered the art of being fashionably late, which left her trailing behind.
“Euphilia, what brings you here?”
Edith, knowing she was outclassed in every way—fame, level, and status—politely asked.
“Just auditing,” Euphilia replied casually.
“Auditing? But this is a Modern Magic class.”
“Feeling a bit curious, thought I’d learn a thing or two. Is that okay?”
“Of course, please, be my guest.”
After which, Edith moved to the podium to start the lesson.
The class had about seventy to eighty students filling the seats.
Most classes were like this, with only a handful of well-known instructors pulling in one or two hundred students.
But Euphilia’s typical class, bursting with over four hundred, was definitely an exception.
Yet this otherwise unremarkable lesson gained excitement just by having an extraordinary guest.
To the extent that Edith up front was lecturing, while the students below had their attentions elsewhere.
Stealing glances.
At the pretty lady.
While Edith was quite beautiful in her own right, the direct comparison revealed the gap immediately.
Gradually, Edith realized that not many students were genuinely focused on the lecture.
Oh, Euphilia seemed to be paying attention, but she wasn’t even a student!
Originally a bit irritated, Edith glanced over at Euphilia, and her expression soured further.
The rivalry and competition between Classics and Moderns were already fierce, almost like a school of magic folk squabble—internal competition often eclipsed rivalries with other academies.
She had every reason to suspect that Euphilia was here just to stir up trouble.
Was this some kind of bullying?!
But in reality, Euphilia was just here to listen!
Ah, this d*mn charm.
A little time passed, and Edith finally couldn’t hold back anymore, addressing Euphilia directly. “Euphilia, you’ve been here for quite a while now. Do you have any advice?”
Her tone was an exaggerated mix of sarcasm.
Implying that maybe it was about time to skedaddle, what’s a classical magic professor doing intruding on a modern magic lesson?
But Euphilia, seemingly ignoring the undertone, nodded, then stood up: “Actually, I do have a few questions I’d like to ask.”
Throwing Edith off guard again, leaving her feeling dazed.
You really came to give pointers?
“This is… Edith, right?”
She had introduced herself last week to Yuliya.
“I’ve listened to about half of your class, and you mentioned you were teaching foundational principles. Great job, I understood it all. But will the rest of the lesson be similar? Breaking down each magic into specific metrics?”
“Right, is there a problem?” Edith replied, courteous but clearly less than thrilled.
Euphilia didn’t care for the nuances, took a moment to ponder, then said, “No issues there. That’s your way. But I just feel like this modern approach isn’t quite modern enough.”
