Sorcerer’s Handbook

“Leoni Senior Sister is already a Two Wings Sorcerer?”

“She stepped onto the Time Continent before graduation?!”

“She truly is our Orange Dancer!”

In contrast to the jubilation at Swordflower College, the mood at Orbit College was sour. Skoll’s loss was one thing—it was just a Friendly Match, after all. But the real issue was Leoni’s recent promotion to Two Wings Sorcerer. This meant her power would grow rapidly in the upcoming days. By the time the Intercollegiate League started, the Orange Dancer might become an insurmountable barrier for Orbit College.

After the Spiral Cherry Saint and Hidden Hand Sword Saint finished their comments, the joy among the Swordflower team members faded somewhat, and they couldn’t help but look towards Sonya.

Now that Leoni had won, the score was 2:2, turning the Chief Battle into the deciding point. All the pressure was now on Sonya.

Indeed, the news of Leoni’s promotion to Two Wings Sorcerer was more significant than the friendly match itself. However, if Sonya were to lose next, all the jealousy, dissatisfaction, and malice harbored in the school towards her would erupt unabated.

The Red-haired Swordswoman was simply too much of a genius—Leoni had spent two years building her reputation, whereas Sonya had done so in just one month. Many were eager to see her fall hard. The last piece of news about Sonya’s death in the Virtual Realm was far from satisfying those with malicious intent, who hid behind the Curtain, hoping for a resounding defeat to prove that so-called geniuses were just as mediocre as they were.

Even among the competitors, many harbored such feelings.

Or should it be said, they were the ones most entitled to jealousy—why should a mere freshman, just arrived, become the chief competitor of the team?

Simply because she was a disciple of Professor Trozan, had tied with the Orange Dancer, and had deployed the Silver Full-Wing within a month?

But if I could become a disciple of Professor Trozan, perhaps I could accomplish these feats too!

What Red-haired Swordswoman, she’s just a rustic girl lucky enough to be favored by the professor and given disproportionate resources!

“Sonya.”

Leoni strolled over leisurely, dressed in a black leather vest that was cinched below her chest with a strap that accentuated her curves. Her arms were adorned with long rune gauntlets, and she paired it with tight shorts and black thigh-high stockings, giving her a look that was both light and wild. As a Battle Garment, her outfit wasn’t particularly dazzling, but it unexpectedly matched her personality.

“Senior Sister, congratulations.”

“It’s your turn next.” Leoni plopped down beside her and clapped her on the shoulder. “Go and disappoint those who look down on you.”

Sonya clearly understood what her Senior Sister meant.

She had already sensed the veiled malice from her teammates, or rather, as she walked out of the dormitory in her Battle Garment to meet Professor Trozan at the school gate, the undisguised malice felt like a group of Carrion Crows, much more nauseating than manure from a farm. It was hard for the rustic girl not to notice.

So many people were waiting to see her fall flat on her face.

Sonya had grown accustomed to such gazes. Even back in her village, when she was studying and preparing for exams, the villagers’ stares were just as piercing, their eyes as small as rats and their malice as red.

It seemed the rats in the city were not so different from those in the village.

“Sonya.”

Professor Trozan called her casually.

Sonya glanced at her professor and suddenly asked, “What time is it now?”

“12:19,” Trozan looked up at the sky. “The Starlight is just right.”

“It’s a good day,” Sonya stood up. “I’ll be back soon.”

“When it comes to disappointing people, I never disappoint.”

“Next up is the highly anticipated Chief Battle between the schools!” the announcer declared in an excited voice. “Chief of Orbit, Tida Yarzhent, versus Swordflower’s Chief, Sonya Therave!”

Sonya lightly tapped her foot and leaped onto the stage, her hand resting on the hilt of her wooden sword.

Although the school had provided her with a real sword, she was still accustomed to using a wooden sword in reality—after all, the wooden sword given by the Observer was as sharp as any real sword.

Quietly, “Sharpening for a Decade” had already been activated.

At the same time, her opponent also took the stage. Unlike her, the Chief of Orbit walked up the stairs in a very ordinary manner, even stumbling slightly, nearly falling.

She was a petite girl, standing at about five feet, dressed in a Battle Garment reminiscent of a princess’s attire for children. She had to tilt her head back just to make eye contact with Sonya. With big eyes, pink curly hair, a bow tied on her head, and holding a teddy bear, she presented a strange mix of being too old to be a little girl and too young to be a teenager, existing in a peculiar state of overlap.

“Sonya, you look so pretty!” Tida chirped crisply.

“No, I should be younger than you, Tida,” Sonya smiled. “I’m just a freshman, but you seem to be… a junior?”

Tida paused, then flashed a smile: “Nope, Tida is forever fourteen, so everyone here is my big brother or big sister~”

“But you’re actually twenty-one this year, right?”

Tida’s smile slowly faded, and a swell of malice erupted like a volcano, the bizarre aura causing Sonya’s hair to flutter.

“Has anyone ever told you that discussing a girl’s age is very impolite?”

The teddy bear in her arms emitted a sizzling arc of Miracle, and with a surge of air, a five-meter-tall black bear stood erect on the ground, with Tida sitting on its shoulder.

“It’s not too late to apologize to your little sister now, Big Sister Sonya,” Tida laughed.

This was the newly appointed Chief of Orbit, Tida Yarzhent!

An Alchemist who rose to fame in last year’s Intercollegiate League, acclaimed as an ‘Alchemy Prodigy’. Her forte is the alchemically crafted giant bear, normally carried in the form of a teddy bear but capable of transforming into a terrifying monster with high resistance in battle!

It was said that Truth College had once invited her to join. Although there were many practitioners of the same strength as Tida, she was the only one in her age group with such capabilities within the Alchemy Faction!

“No need, Tida. I’m still in my rebellious phase.”

Sonya gripped the sword hilt and drew her weapon in a Iaido stance, showing no signs of stage fright but rather an elevated fighting spirit, her pale red eyes glowing with fervent arcs!

The atmosphere was electric, the tension palpable. Sensing the mood, the host wisely skipped the countdown and handed the stage over to the two Chiefs completely.

Just as the battle was about to erupt, Sonya suddenly heard the sound of pages turning.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment. When Sonya blinked, she found herself transported to a completely different world.

She was no longer on the stage of Flash Track Auditorium; instead, she stood on a bizarre plain. In the distance, the sky flowed with Magma, while the meadows close by bloomed with stunningly beautiful clusters of purple flowers. A faint mist filled the air, creating an ethereal atmosphere.

This environment seemed vaguely familiar to her—

“Why aren’t you moving? You’re not scared, are you?”

Sonya turned her head and saw a figure of captivating beauty.

She wore high heels, white stockings, and an off-the-shoulder dress that clung perfectly to her curves, creating an irresistible allure. Her makeup was so exquisitely applied that Sonya felt utterly inferior in comparison.

Despite her sweet and innocent appearance, every inch of her skin, every movement, and every glance seemed designed to seduce and tempt into wrongdoing.

However, the most peculiar aspect was the fluffy white fur that encircled her forearms, much like protective sleeves.

As Sonya observed this enchanting stranger, she found herself speaking—

Her voice was high-pitched and chilling, sending shivers down the spine.

“Enchantress, lead the way.”

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