Magic Academy's Bastard Instructor

Chapter 61: Visiting Instructor [5]

Chapter 61: Visiting Instructor [5]

"Astrid…"

"...."

"Astrid…."

"Chirp!"

Astrid jolted awake, lifting her head from her folded arms. The strange chirping sound slipped from her lips before she realized it.

Sophia, sitting beside her, blinked in confusion.

"Did you just…."

"What?" Astrid rubbed her eyes, feigning ignorance.

"You chirped. Like a bird."

"You're imagining things," Astrid said, brushing her hair back like nothing happened.

"Uh… sure," Sophia muttered, shaking her head. "Anyway, what's up with you? You've been sleeping a lot lately."

"Is that so…?" Astrid scratched her cheek, glancing away.

Truth be told, she hadn't been sleeping at all. She'd been spending her free time experimenting with her new spell "Becky."

That was also what she named her bird.

She wanted to improve her proficiency with the spell. At the moment, she could only maintain Becky for ten minutes before it vanished completely.

At first, she only used Becky for combat practice. With the bird's vision, she had a full 360-degree view of her surroundings, letting her see everything without turning around.

But then, a thought struck her.

Couldn't she use the spell to explore the Empire—all while staying in the confines of her home?

So, she did.

That's when she saw him.

Professor Vanitas.

For someone so mysterious, with a past so questionable that everyone seemed to keep their distance, she couldn't help but wonder.

What does he do in his free time?

It wasn't stalking.

Of course, most buildings in the Empire had barriers. It was impossible for Becky to trespass them.

And, given the timer on Becky, there wasn't much Astrid had seen.

But still, from what she gathered.

? The Professor wears rather casual clothes outside of the university, hoodies, plain t-shirts, and jogger pants and so on.

? For an aristocrat, the Professor has a strange fondness for instant food and street-side stalls.

? Surprisingly, the Professor has friends outside the university. I always thought he spent his free time holed up in his estate with the lights off.

? He rarely shows expressions of anger or frustration. Even when street vendors mess up his order, he just sighs and waits for it to be fixed. Not a single complaint.

.

.

So on and so forth.

It wasn't much.

Just mere observations.

Again, it wasn't stalking.