Magic Academy Mayhem: A Class Full of Maniacs - Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Afraid that if she kept staring, the other party really would run away, Cynthia immediately withdrew her gaze.

By then, Richter had finished introducing himself, and Cynthia coolly added her own name.

The next to speak was the girl with green hair and blue eyes.

Her voice was as gentle as her appearance, but there was no expression on her face. “Vernel Cretiv, Spirit Sequence 619.”

The silver-haired young man sitting beside her said in an indifferent tone, “Eli Peranger, Spirit Sequence 620.”

The last one was the black-haired boy sitting in the corner. His head was lowered, and his voice was unexpectedly pleasant, though it still carried an inescapable air of lifeless gloom. “…Sangmo Elias, Spirit Sequence 618.”

Richter pointed at himself. “Forgot to mention, my sequence is 621.” He smiled and asked, “What about you, Cynthia?”

Cynthia: “…622.”

Richter feigned surprise. “Looks like we really are fated to meet.”

Cynthia gave him a fake smile. “…Seems so.”

618, 619, 620, 621, 622.

An almost eerie arrangement.

The academy’s allocation system was truly reasonable…

Still, this was fine too. It would save them from any disputes caused by a large gap in sequence numbers.

Richter took the initiative to start the conversation. “A team should have a captain. Does anyone want to be elected?”

Hearing that, Vernel was the first to refuse. “I don’t think I’m suited for it, so I won’t take part.”

Eli said, “Whatever. As long as it isn’t me.”

Sangmo said, “Not interested.”

Cynthia was just about to say she wouldn’t participate either when Richter clapped his hands and said with a beaming smile, “Great. Looks like everyone wants Cynthia to be elected captain~ I support her too~”

Cynthia: “?”

Had anyone said that?

Why hadn’t she heard it?

Cynthia turned to look at Richter beside her and smiled. “I refuse. You can be captain.”

“No thanks.” Richter smiled as he looked toward the others. “Anyway, it’s decided. Any objections?”

Everyone remained silent, agreeing without a word.

Cynthia glanced sidelong at the boy, whose appearance was as harmless as an angel’s, and sneered inwardly.

She had thought he was a harmless rabbit, but now it seemed he was a fox.

The position of captain?

Fine. She wanted to see whether these innocent teammates of hers would regret today’s choice someday in the future.

Cynthia lifted the corners of her mouth and accepted. “Since you’re so insistent, Richter, I’ll go along with what you want.”

“…”

Not having expected her to agree so easily, Richter hid the emotion in his eyes and curved them with a smile. “Thank you, Captain~”

–

Two hours after deciding on the captain, the five of them were led by their supervising teacher on a tour of the entire campus and were forced to read through more than a thousand school rules…

It wasn’t until evening that they finally escaped their suffering and returned to the dormitory.

Each team had an entire floor to themselves, complete with every kind of facility.

Room assignments were decided by the team members themselves, and each room was around fifty square meters.

Once their identities were bound to the rooms, those spaces became the students’ exclusive domains.

Before graduation, only the person themselves could use their mark to unlock the magic lock and enter. This was the academy’s most considerate form of privacy protection.

Cynthia casually picked a room and went inside to take a look. The biggest difference between it and a modern luxury apartment was that the dormitory now came equipped with all sorts of magical tools, making it even more convenient.

It had a bedroom, living room, bathroom, and independent kitchen, as well as a balcony. None of the rooms were connected to one another.

Although they were on the same floor, there was some distance between every room.

Cynthia was rather satisfied with that point.

No disturbing one another. Perfect.
After washing up, Cynthia lay “peacefully” on the bed and was just about to sleep when the floating screen suddenly lit up.

She glanced at it.

A group invitation?

Cynthia rolled over onto the quilt and tapped into the group chat.

There were six people in total.

Aside from her four teammates, there was one other person named Griffin Hermann.

The group name was Class 659.

A class group…

Just then, a message lit up.

Griffin:

Cynthia thought back over the contents of the novel.

It was true that every team had its own dedicated instructor.

Unfortunately, whether it was her four teammates or this teacher, none of them had been mentioned in the novel she had read.
If she remembered correctly, the capital didn’t have any noble families with those surnames. They were probably minor nobles from other countries or remote regions.

The others in the group chat had already replied.

As if they had agreed on it beforehand, all four of them sent the exact same response.

Cynthia followed up with one of her own, then opened the class schedule Griffin had sent over to check the time.

It showed that they were to gather in the classroom at six in the morning.

A little early, but she could manage.

After all, before transmigrating, she had been a poor, overworked second-year high school student who had to get up at five in the morning…

Cynthia’s gaze drifted downward. She planned to glance over the schedule once and then go to sleep.

In the next second, several lines of utterly terrifying text burst into view.
One course arrangement after another flooded into her memory in a way that left her completely dazed.

Cynthia’s drowsiness was scared clean away.

This… was really the freshman schedule?

If she remembered correctly, in the novel, Abel’s class had spent an entire week on magic theory alone.

Why was it different just because she had changed classes?

Was it because they were in different departments?

Cynthia stared and stared at the schedule on the screen. Classes ran from six in the morning to eleven at night, with barely any gaps for rest.

There was even a small line of text marked beneath it: If the required standard is not met within the allotted time, class hours will be extended indefinitely.

Perhaps this was the moment when the phrase “*-style education, you win” needed an update.

She had thought transmigrating into a book would be the final chapter of her miserable life in a prison of endless suffering. She had not expected it to be the prologue to a life in hell…

Expressionless, Cynthia closed the floating screen, burrowed under the covers, folded her hands over her abdomen, and peacefully shut her eyes.

Forget it. It was just a few training sessions. Surely they wouldn’t be life-threatening.

“…”

Wait. What had the original host’s ending been again?

As if suddenly remembering something, Cynthia’s sleepiness vanished. She sat bolt upright and began sorting through her memories.

In the novel, after the matter of the engagement, Cynthia Valensidra was never mentioned again. But according to the Sequence God, everything that happened in the novel truly existed.

In other words, this continent would eventually fall into endless war, and the people of the Empire really would be slaughtered to the last.

As one of the Empire’s nobles on the main battlefield, the original host would probably…

“…”

Cynthia stopped there and did not think any further.

There were still six years until graduation. Leaving aside whether the plot of the novel she had read would actually come true…

Just considering how she was supposed to survive after graduation, she had to improve every one of her abilities as much as possible.

The original host was a top-ranking noble, but because she had been withdrawn and cold since childhood, and occasionally extremely radical, she was not favored by her parents or her brother.

At home, she existed like an invisible person.

In her fiancé’s eyes, having her as a fiancée was a disgrace.

In the eyes of outsiders, she was a gloomy, extreme, foolish villainess.

In other words, she had stacked every possible “hated by all” debuff.

The reason she had an engagement with Crown Prince Abel was because the Duchess was close to Her Majesty the Queen, so they had arranged the betrothal when the original host had just been born.

The only thing worth being grateful for was that the royal family had given her and Abel the right to decide for themselves.

If neither side liked the other and both agreed to dissolve the engagement, the contract would be considered void.

Over the years, Abel had brought up dissolving the engagement more than once, but because the original host had never agreed, the matter had been put on hold.

It was not that the original host truly liked this fiancé. On the contrary, she utterly despised Abel.

She had simply been afraid that once the royal engagement was dissolved, her family would see her as an abandoned pawn and completely give up on her-or even cast her away. That was why she had endured it all this time.

In a sense, the original host was just a pitiful little thing no one cared about, terrified of losing what little she still had.

But now the engagement had already been voided. After both she and Abel agreed, the magical oath tied to the contract had automatically dissolved.

If this news reached the Ducal Mansion, they would probably be even more disappointed in their daughter.

In conclusion, whether she wanted to avoid being used as a pawn in a political marriage after graduation, or protect herself in the great war to come, she first had to improve her own strength.

Otherwise, everything else was just empty talk.

“…”

Expressionless, Cynthia got out of bed and walked over to the sofa in her room. She took out the large pile of ancient magic texts she had borrowed from the library during the day and began cramming.

From this moment on, no one would out-grind her.