A Journey That Changed The World.

The two ladies regarded him with enchanting smiles, their pretty faces illuminated by the expressions.

Archer shook his head in a gesture of awe, conceding that aside from his girls, these two ladies were truly otherworldly beauties.

That's when the brown-skinned witch spoke in an exotic accent piquing Archer's curiosity. "Well, look at what we have here, cousin. A handsome dragon, I wonder if this is the boy Ophie mentioned to us."

The pink-haired girl chimed in quickly. "Yes, Amaryllis. You're right. He is very handsome, just as Ophie said."

Archer was somewhat taken aback by being the subject of their discussion, but he quickly regained his composure.

The brown-skinned witch stepped forward, offering a small bow and giving him a glimpse of her cleavage.

Once she did that she greeted him with a warm smile. "Hello, Archer. I've heard a lot about you. I am Amaryllis Blackfire, commander of the Shadowflame Sisters."

Archer warmly returned her smile and shifted his attention to the pink-haired girl as she introduced herself.

With a smile, she revealed, "I am Scarlett Blackfire."

Archer quipped with a touch of humor in his tone, "I hope she hasn't been telling any unflattering stories about me. If she has, you can trust that I'm completely innocent of any accusations."

After observing them, he couldn't help but grin and comment in a cheeky voice. "I must admit, you both are incredibly beautiful just like Ophelia."

Between his charming smile and compliment, he had a noticeable impact on both women which made him inwardly laugh to himself.

Amaryllis found herself slightly charmed by his warm smile and natural charisma. She couldn't help but keep her gaze on his eyes, which were the same captivating color as hers.

She cleared her throat and decided to comment on the weather, which broke the momentary silence.

Soon after, she said they needed to return to their patrol. As they departed they bid him farewell, but Archer noticed Scarlett's cheeks were flushed bright red.

When they were walking off he couldn't help but notice that the two women kept looking back at him.

Scarlett turned around one last time, and when she did he blew her a playful kiss, which caught her by surprise and left her momentarily stunned.

The pink-haired girl, Scarlett, swiftly composed herself and, after casting one last, curious look in Archer's direction, promptly followed Amaryllis.

They vanished around the corner. Archer couldn't help but smile at the playful exchange.

His encounter with the Battle Witches had turned out to be an unexpected and charming interaction.

He continued to walk through the bustling corridors, students hurried past him, all engaged in their own conversations and activities.

The college was abuzz with energy, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement as he made his way to the Magic Fundamentals classroom.

Upon entering the room, his eyes widened in amazement. The classroom had a fantasy-like quality, with intricate magical symbols etched into the floor, glowing softly.

Enchanted orbs of light floated around the room, casting an ethereal illumination. It was a captivating and immersive environment that left Archer in awe.

As he entered the classroom and took notice of the numerous students who regarded him with intense curiosity, it began to wear on his patience.

However, he soon shifted his attention to the professor, a man with blonde hair and green eyes who seemed unusually young for an educator.

That's when the professor inquired without looking away from the papers he held, "I assume you're Archer Wyldheart?"

Archer answered. ''Yes. Is this S class Magic Fundamentals?''

''Yes, boy. My name is Gareth Torr I teach half the S-class.'' The man answered.

Gareth ceased reading and directed his attention toward Archer and got a look of shock on his face but quickly shook his head.

"Welcome, welcome to my class," he greeted with enthusiasm. "Now that you're here, we can get started. Please, take a seat next to Apollonia."

As Professor Torr pointed to a table on the right side of the classroom where a girl was already seated, Archer made his way to the indicated table and took a seat.

He greeted the girl with a warm smile, but she responded with a somewhat irritated and blank expression.

Archer shrugged and sat down as the professor stood up and walked to the front of the class.

The professor began the class with a brief but comprehensive explanation of the fundamentals of magic.

"Today, we will delve into the core principles that govern the use of magic. Magic is an extraordinary force that has shaped the world we live in. It is the manipulation of mana, the life force that flows through everything in our realm. Magic can be harnessed and controlled, but to do so effectively, one must understand the basic principles that underpin it."

He continued to explain the essential elements of mana, the various magical disciplines, and the importance of proper incantations and gestures.

Professor Torr continued with his lecture, providing an overview of the versatility of mana. He paced in front of the students, each word laden with the depth of his knowledge.

"Mana is not just a mystical force used for spellcasting," he explained. "It permeates every aspect of our lives. It can be harnessed for various applications, from the enchantment of objects to the art of spellcasting to the delicate work of healing, and even cooking. Mana is the essence that fuels our world's magic, and it is an essential part of our daily existence."

He went on to describe how mana was used in enchanting everyday objects, in the creation of magical wards, and even in the preparation of food through the use of magical recipes.

Upon hearing about magical recipes, Archer raised his hand and inquired, "Professor, what are these magical recipes?"

As Archer posed his question about the recipes, the entire class seemed to turn their attention toward him, their expressions ranging from mild amusement to mild bewilderment.

He felt somewhat like a country bumpkin in the presence of city folk. Nevertheless, Professor Torr maintained his composure and proceeded to address his question.

"Ah, magical recipes, a valid question, Archer," he began. "These are unique sets of instructions and incantations that imbue certain ingredients with magical properties. It's a fascinating branch of practical magic that blends culinary arts with spellcasting."

The professor walked to his desk and retrieved a book, which he then placed in front of Archer who was watching the man.

"This is a book containing various dishes commonly used within the empire. These can have various effects, from providing sustenance to enhancing one's magical abilities or even bestowing temporary abilities on the one who consumes them."

Professor Torr continued as he walked back to the front of the class, "They are an intriguing aspect of our magical world, and I'm sure you'll find them quite captivating as you delve deeper into your studies."

As Archer began to leaf through the thick book of recipes, he couldn't help but feel the sensation of being watched.

It prompted him to turn his gaze toward the girl who had been observing him with a curious expression. He examined her closely, taking in her striking appearance.

She had a head of wild pink hair that stood out against her pale, white skin, and her eyes were a beautiful and captivating shade of glowing blue.

Her figure was slim but boasted curves in all the right places, and she was dressed in a lovely blue winter dress paired with a thick white cloak.

Archer thought she was beautiful and wanted to get to know her but he felt that she didn't want to talk so he shook his head.

That's when their eyes met, and a brief moment of curiosity passed between them as they exchanged silent gazes. 

He offered the girl a warm smile as he introduced himself, saying, "I'm Archer. What's your name?"

However, as he focused on her, he felt a peculiar chill wash over him causing him to shiver.

His attention honed in on her, and he focused on her before realizing that her body was made up of mana but also of something else.

''Apollonia Nordvania.'' She answered but looked away and didn't say anything else.

Archer didn't pry anymore and turned back to the book as he thought to himself. 'Defiantly an ice princess but she's gorgeous.'

He put the book in the Item Box and continued listening to the professor talk about how to effectively control mana by concentrating on the spell they wanted to cast.

"Mana, as you've learned, is the very life force that enables us to practice magic," Professor Torr elaborated. "And the amount of mana one possesses plays a pivotal role in determining their magical potential."

He paused briefly, his gaze shifting to Archer with a hint of curiosity before he resumed. "You see, the quantity of mana within your reach determines your ability to cast more potent spells. There are even legends that suggest that someone with enough mana, one could theoretically harness and control the very mana of the world itself. However, I must stress that such notions are usually confined to the realm of myths and folklore."

[A/N - Leave some comments, power stones, and gifts. It all helps support the book. Artwork in the comments or discord]