The Betrayed Prodigy's Spectacular Magical Comeback

Chapter 5 No.5

Word Count: 744 | Released on: 10/09/2026

Hays

ery asked the question, the a

oster of Aegis House cleared his throat loudly, puffing out his armored chest. Even after my public de

red th

of the top three Houses, until it settled upon the very end of the long tabl

a high-backed chair

g, raven-dark hair fell across his face, and his arms were loosely crossed over his chest. He was, by all appeara

tsteps echoed crisp and rhy

nounced in a tone of unwavering conviction: "I choose Abyssa

one thrown into a pond, this declara

ylvan table shrieked. "The House that has r

asn't taught a class in half a

. To him, my choice was the ultimate proof of my mortal igno

reconsider. Dean Beaumont has not accepted a private apprentice in

eadmaster," I in

ally penetrate the haz

d of sleepiness, sharp as a winter gale for a fraction of a second before dulling back into languid apat

leaned over, hissing disdainfully,

rrowing in mild annoyance. He opened

fuse

ion transformed into pure, vindictive satisfaction. The prodigy who dared

p closer, leaning in just enough so t

w you loathe complica

ow twitched upward.

require none of your time. I require none of your lectures. I will demand no resources, no funding, and no defense from your office. I will handle

a keen, analytical curiosity. A brilliant prodigy who demanded nothing

ing over, clearly preparing to i

d speak, Julian raised

Julian

iable weight that caused the Headmaster to halt

m, already slouching back into his cushions. "I

if accepting a disciple were no more sig

ile touching my lips. Step one was co

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“For five years, I bled to crown Azure Gale House as the champion, enduring brutal combat drills and toxic draughts for my mentor, Dean Alistair Sterling. But at the exact moment of my victory, a poisoned dagger was driven through my spine. When I forced my head around, I was stunned by what I saw. Alistair stood over me with cold, lifeless eyes, casually wiping my blood from his knuckles like spilled tea. Beside him stood Beverly Wynn, a talentless junior who could barely conjure a shield, looking down at me with gloating pity. Alistair slowly raised the ritual blade, revealing the horrifying truth. "Your core will live forever inside Beverly. Be grateful, child. It is the highest honor you could ever achieve." He had never been mentoring me. All those private lectures and isolating training regimens-he had been fattening me like livestock for the slaughter, just to harvest my flawless celestial core for his favorite puppet. I couldn't fight back. The venom turned my magic into a freezing sludge, locking my muscles as they prepared to flay my soul. Until my dying breath, I felt nothing but pure, unadulterated hatred. Out of sheer spite, I reversed the spin of my core, detonating my soul in a blinding flash to ensure they got nothing but ashes. Opening my eyes again, I was back on the day of the Welcoming Ceremony, exactly five years ago. When Alistair confidently offered me his personal seal in front of the entire school, I smiled and walked straight toward the disgraced, sleeping Dean of the worst house in the Keep.”