Water and Fire Twins Magician

The injury that Jacques suffered was more serious than everyone imagined. This was because Grasha's wind-cutting dagger was different from the ordinary ones. It was an improved one with a messy cutting effect like turbulence, causing great damage to the internal organs. This was Grasha's ultimate move that he used without reservation at the decisive moment.

Although he was seriously injured, Jacques didn't need to worry at all.

He became famous in one battle and instantly became the idol of almost all the students present. Everyone surrounded him as he went down the mountain and took good care of him. After returning to the school, it was the turn of the teachers who were very happy to take over. They generously used various high-level water healing magic on him, and Jacques quickly recovered.

Although on the surface this was a dispute between students, the teachers knew in their hearts that this was a struggle that concerned the reputation of the department and the teachers. Especially since this matter also involved the Wind Warrior Department, the significance of the victory was even higher.

Of course, strictly speaking, Jacques was not the winner of the night, but from the strength and personality charm he showed, there is no doubt that he is the biggest winner of the night. In other words, the Water Department of Magic finally fought back, and the teachers were naturally overjoyed. But at the same time, it is conceivable how the teachers of the wind warriors and the Ministry of Magic who lost face would feel, as well as the Dawson family who made a fool of themselves...

However, this was just an informal competition between students. According to school rules, this private fight would definitely not be counted as part of the competition between departments. The teachers could only pretend they didn't know anything. The winners could only feel happy secretly, and the losers could only try to maintain their dignity.

After three days of careful treatment, Jacques's injuries were basically healed. Beatrice, the head teacher of the freshman class, was particularly concerned about Jacques. When Jacques was in bed for treatment, she chatted and joked with him, and even talked about some rumors in the capital. She was also concerned about whether this serious injury would affect Jacques's mental state. But in fact, she was overthinking. In his previous life, Jacques had experienced severe burns all over his body, and his tolerance for pain was not something that ordinary people could understand, so he did not have any psychological trauma at all. If there was any, it was that he felt guilty for Beatrice's meticulous care.

Because he had never taken any of the teachers in the department seriously since he entered school. Because he took a different approach to his training, he basically didn't listen to the teachers' lectures, but only pretended to learn on the surface, but in fact he was learning on his own. Except for Rhodes from the Magic Research Department, all the teachers were just a vague shadow in his mind, and he had no impression of them at all, let alone their names.

When Beatrice carefully helped Jacques clean the wound on his abdomen that was about to heal, Jacques suddenly felt touched and guilty.

"Beatrice..."

"Your memory isn't that bad, is it? You should call me Teacher Beatrice, really..." Beatrice pouted and pretended to be angry, and came up to teach Jacques a lesson, while gently pushing her long dark green hair behind her ears, revealing her skin as white and flawless as mutton-fat jade.

Jacques couldn't help but feel moved: "Beatrice... Teacher... your hair smells so good..."

"Hmm? Is that something I can say to my teacher?" Beatrice stood up with her hands on her hips, and the clothes on her chest suddenly became tight.

"Well... Teacher Beatrice, you are such a good teacher..." Jacques suddenly changed the subject: "Over the past few days, I have fully felt your care and love for your students. And the students who came to visit you these days all respect you very much, which shows that you have a very high status in everyone's hearts."

When young Beatrice suddenly heard the compliment, her face immediately turned red, her eyes wandered, and she bit her lower lip lightly, but she still couldn't help but smile brightly.

Jacques saw this and couldn't help but be moved again. He thought: I just like this kind of personality that knows how to accept compliments but is a little shy...

"You're so smooth-talking. You didn't take me seriously at all during class." Beatrice restrained her smile and said, "You were hiding in the back of the classroom studying, weren't you? You looked like you were listening carefully, but if I hadn't taken care of you in person these few days, you wouldn't even remember my name, right?"

Jacques scratched his head and blushed as he said, "I will study hard in the future..."

"It's not that you're not serious. On the contrary, we think you're probably the most serious and hardworking student among the freshmen. Otherwise, you wouldn't have performed like that that night in the back hills, and you even used magic that the teachers haven't taught yet..." At this point, Beatrice sighed, "In fact, as freshman teachers, we've long been accustomed to it. Every year there are some special geniuses. With our level, we can't teach them anything. The only thing we can do is not to disturb them and let them explore the appropriate way of practice on their own..."

Seeing Beatrice's pitiful expression, Jacques couldn't help but hold her hand.

Beatrice continued, "These geniuses will grow on their own and may even surpass us soon. They will then skip several levels until they reach a bottleneck. Then they will be guided by senior teachers or the Senate... and we can only continue to teach students with average talent..."

"Teacher..." Jacques gently pulled Beatrice into his arms and patted her on the back: "In the future, no matter where I go, I will never forget your care and concern for me, both as a teacher and as..."

Beatrice leaned quietly against Jacques' chest, and after a long while she said quietly:

"Jacques-san... this atmosphere seems... a little off, right?"