Chapter 19
The language of the Holy Eldar Empire is the Imperial Common Language = Eldian.
It has a word order similar to Indo-European languages.
However, Awakened Maiden Concerto is a game made in Korea.
Perhaps that’s why parts like magic incantations are in Korean?
“So, you can cast spells by focusing your will and injecting mana into your magic wand, then calling out the designated incantation.
Like this.”
Baroness Bulem demonstrated by boiling water with her magic wand.
The students were surprised.
“You did it without chanting?”
“If your will is strong enough to clearly call forth the incantation, you don’t necessarily have to say it aloud.
Not that I expect such a level from you all… but I wanted to show you what’s possible if you understand the structure and principles of magic.
Now then, shall we practice?
Originally, this class is meant to help you understand the basic structure of magic and analyze various incantations, but I believe it’s better to learn the heating spell as soon as possible.”
Baroness Bulem placed a large number of beakers and water in front of the students.
As the beakers floated to the tables and filled with water, the students watched in awe.
Some mages could do this even outside the academy, but Baroness Bulem controlled this large number with incredible precision.
As expected of an academy professor.
Her magical skill was astonishing.
“Now then, everyone, try casting the heating spell.
You don’t have to do it non-verbally like I did. Just speak clearly and channel your will into the wand.”
“Hm…”
Idnia broke into a cold sweat.
As she channeled her will, aura — not mana — flowed into the wand, interfering with the magic.
“Ugh…”
“Having trouble, Miss Idnia?”
Baroness Bulem looked at Idnia with a smirk.
“Oh, I’m not blaming you. It really seems like you haven’t done any prior studying. That’s a commendable attitude.”
“But earlier, in the Illusion Crystal class, you screamed and woke up all on your own — if you do the same in this class, your academy life might prove difficult, don’t you think?”
Baroness Bulem kept talking to Idnia while checking on the other students’ progress.
Those who had done preparatory learning, those with good bloodlines or from rich, noble families, succeeded in casting magic with ease.
Baroness Bulem praised them excessively each time.
It was obvious — she favored prestigious families and wealthy households.
Her favoritism was blatant.
The problem was, after praising someone, she would always return to pressuring Idnia again.
Each time that happened, her concentration was broken, and aura surged instead of mana.
Even a mage who hadn’t first trained in aura might fail under these circumstances.
‘The more I think, the worse it gets. Should I just focus on the incantation? But instead of “heat water,” can I use my own phrasing?’
Cautiously, Idnia chose the phrase she normally used — “Warm the water.”
She visualized vibrating the water molecules to raise the temperature.
And then—
Boom!
The beaker in front of Idnia exploded.
Idnia was struggling.
From the way she was groaning and grappling with the magic, it was clear she had received no prior instruction and was utterly untrained in the field.
Izolde Folchen observed Idnia’s struggles with a quiet sense of superiority.
She had successfully heated the water with little effort.
“Perfect. As expected of someone with such noble blood.”
Baroness Bulem also praised her.
But the praise felt a bit off-putting.
‘She really believes I’m the emperor’s daughter, doesn’t she?’
She hated being criticized as the daughter of the Sacred Consort — a child born from an affair not recognized by the original teachings of the Trinity Church.
But she also hated people who assumed she was the emperor’s daughter and treated her accordingly.
Even though she lived under the Crown Prince Rudolf’s protection, calling him “brother” and thinking “Maybe he’s my half-brother”, that was something between her and Rudolf.
She didn’t like outsiders making assumptions about her parentage.
‘Still, this professor is useful when she’s harassing Idnia. She must know Idnia’s the Sacred Consort’s daughter too.’
But Izolde wanted to be recognized for her skill, not her bloodline.
She was confident she was more skilled in magic than any other student here.
After all, she had learned the water heating spell at age five.
She could now heat water easily, non-verbally, while managing her magical power.
Still, if she showed too much skill, it would cause problems, so she held back to match the level of Crown Prince Rudolf.
Crown Prince Rudolf was far superior to other students.
Those proficient in magic could tell his depth of training even from a simple beginner’s spell — he was clearly a genius.
‘Of course he is. He’s already learned aura, and with this level of achievement… Incredible.’
Izolde felt more proud of his talent than her own.
‘I was worried because he showed interest in that wicked Idnia, but it was unnecessary.
I mean, it would be strange not to react to the girl who kicked him as a child.
That’s probably the only reason he’s paying her any attention… but still.
Ugh, it’s annoying. She’s tall, has a great figure, and a pretty face. Even her hair is so shiny. Damn it.’
Having already finished heating her water, Izolde glanced around confidently.
‘Saint Marie of Astraea… it should be her. That girl, Idnia — the one who embarrassed my brother — as the Saint? Ridiculous! But still…’
Marie was struggling.
She had an immense amount of magical energy, but she was getting stuck on the incantation.
‘She really does look like someone who skipped preparatory studies. But she’s clearly the Saint, isn’t she? Huh?’
And then, it happened.
A sudden boom exploded from the back.
The water in front of Idnia had instantly reached boiling point and burst into steam, shattering the beaker from the force.
“Eek!?”
“Whoa?! What just happened?!”
The lecture hall instantly descended into chaos from the explosion.
No one was more shocked than Baroness Bulem.
After all, she was responsible for safety in this class.
‘I didn’t sense such a high concentration of mana forming, though?’
Magical practice always comes with the risk of accidents.
No matter how common or basic the spell, even beginner-level magic could lead to injury — or even death — if done wrong.
That’s why Baroness Bulem had been highly alert, monitoring for any dangerous use of magic power.
But none of the students’ mana had triggered her danger sense.
Which meant…
‘She suppressed her mana so well I didn’t notice? No, that’s impossible.’
There’s no way a fledgling mage could do that.
From her perspective, the most skilled mage here was, of course, the top-ranked student — Izolde Folchen.
She had clearly been holding back, likely because the academy frowned on too much prior learning, but Baroness Bulem could see through that kind of disguise easily.
But Idnia…
“Are you alright, Miss Idnia?”
“Ah. Yes, Professor. I’m okay.”
Idnia carefully picked up the shards of the beaker…
