Chapter 481 - 307: Educator Zog

Chapter 481: Chapter 307: Educator Zog

Normally, introductory Magic courses would start by demonstrating a few small Tricks to pique the students’ interest. Then, they would use these basic Tricks to introduce the surface-level principles of Magic.

This would cover the basics of what Magic Power and Elements are.

Why "the basics"? Because the definitions learned during their apprenticeship would be refuted in their studies after advancing to Mage.

The simplified definitions from this introductory period are all very limited.

Everything is a compromise designed to make entry easier and to blend education with entertainment.

These are the teaching methods adopted by the vast majority of Mage Schools today, methods proposed by the magical educator Lori.

And they have indeed lowered the barrier to entry for apprentices significantly, greatly increasing teaching efficiency.

As for Furin, she was clearly not normal.

The oscillation principle of basic Elements—what on earth was that?

That was a course offered at Repin Academy only to Mages between the ages of 22 and 26.

In other words, a master’s-level course.

And not even all Mages had to take it. Those who studied practical combat didn’t, only those focused on theory and experimentation.

Typically, this kind of purely theoretical material was characterized by abstract concepts and was notoriously difficult to understand.

And it really was difficult.

For example, Zog, who was sitting in on the class, was already on the verge of falling asleep.

He found this stuff more effective than the Sleep Technique, which had almost zero effect on him.

But this incomprehensible content was like a direct, soul-crushing blow.

Zog was currently forcing himself to stay awake, his head sinking at a rate of twelve times per minute, only to be snapped back up by sheer, stubborn willpower.

’It’s so hard to stay awake.’

’Anyone who can listen to this without getting sleepy must be a god.’

Zog glanced around the classroom. Well, there were sixteen gods right in front of him.

Unlike Zog, for whom every minute was an agonizing ordeal, every child in the classroom was listening attentively and quickly taking notes.

The blackboard was covered in dense clusters of elemental marks, Inscriptions, and Magic Power symbols, all layered together to form complex and esoteric diagrams.

The students present were mostly children of commoners. Their family circumstances weren’t bad, but they certainly couldn’t be called wealthy.

And they had no Casting ability. If not for the youth class Zog had established, they never would have had the chance to be taught by a Legendary Mage.

So they cherished this opportunity to learn.

Furin spoke rapidly, her hair tied in a ponytail that swung gently as she moved.

Zog knew she was in high spirits, thoroughly enjoying her lecture.

Interest was a strange thing; people could be passionate about anything.

And Furin just loved being a teacher.

Having students listen so intently was incredibly positive reinforcement for her.

Her passion for teaching was so extreme that even when she and Zog were playing their "special little games"—specifically, teacher-student roleplay—she would get completely absorbed in giving a real lesson.

And she would strictly reprimand the "bad student" Zog for any attempts to break the classroom rules.

Therefore, for the Furin standing at the podium, this was the best teaching experience of her draconic life.

She had never taught so many students who could follow her train of thought at once. The feeling was simply marvelous.

What’s more, they eagerly answered her questions.

’I just love proactive students.’

Those Mages at Repin Academy, whether they understood the material or not, always looked half-dead in class.

A student’s level of enthusiasm in the classroom had always been inversely proportional to their age.

Through her questioning, Furin was also surprised to discover that these children had an extremely high aptitude for understanding.

They didn’t just memorize the theories she presented; they could also quickly apply them to solve the small quizzes she gave in class.

’I really wish this class could go on forever...’

Finally, after Zog’s eighth frantic signal—he was so anxious he was about to interrupt her directly—Furin reluctantly announced the end of the class.

"That will be all for today. Class dismissed."

"Goodbye, teacher."

The children stood, bowed to Furin, and only then began to pack their things, sling their bags over their shoulders, and joyfully dash out of the classroom.

Only then did they look like the roughly ten-year-old children they were.

Furin smiled and said goodbye to each of them.

’They’re so outstanding! Not only are they smart and eager to learn, but they’re also so respectful.’

Once all the students had left, Zog came to her side.

"You know, most students hate it when a teacher runs late, and you..."

Zog glanced at the clock in the classroom.

"...almost ran over by a full class period. Not too long, though. If you’d gone on just a little longer, they would’ve missed dinner at the cafeteria."

Furin was already used to Zog’s teasing and paid it no mind.

An Ancient Dragon isn’t afraid of a little hot water.

"It’s all your fault. You didn’t tell me beforehand. If I had prepared a proper lesson, I wouldn’t have just rambled on about whatever came to mind and ended up running so late. So, this is all your fault!"

"If I had told you beforehand, it wouldn’t have been a surprise. So, what do you think? Do you like the gift? A group of students perfectly suited to your teaching philosophy."

"I love it."

At this, Furin was initially overjoyed. This was arguably one of the best gifts she had ever received in her long life.

She was happier than when she received precious jewels or Magic Items. As a Dragon, she liked money, but nowhere near as much as Zog did.

But then, her expression grew a little worried.

"But... none of these children have a talent for Casting, do they?"

Furin could, of course, tell that this group of students completely lacked the ability to sense Magic Power, meaning they were destined never to become Mages.

Zog shook his head and replied, "That’s right. They can’t perform Magic. A child who can both cast and has amazing talent wouldn’t end up in a remote place like ours. That guy El has been looking for a successor for centuries."

Saint El taught countless students in his lifetime, but they could only be considered students, not heirs who could inherit his legacy.