How dare you?! Declare your affections to a minor?!

Amidst a flurry of attentive servants, Gwen gracefully approached the conference room, greeted by Victor's courteous gesture to usher her inside.

They walked side by side, Gwen's eyes occasionally darting towards the inky black one-eyed raven perched on Victor's shoulder.

Upon entering the conference room, Victor exchanged a knowing glance with his attendants, prompting their discreet departure.

With the door closed, Gwen and Victor took their seats.

Gwen inquired in a chilly tone, "Have you received the academy's invitation?"

Victor, tapping his fingers against the table, replied, "Yes."

A sudden chill descended upon the room as he finished his response.

Victor was at a loss, unable to decipher the woman's true feelings towards him.

Despite their engagement, it was she who had ultimately taken his life. Victor sensed a complete lack of affection from Gwen.

Yet, she had also helped him. The professorship offered by the academy was undoubtedly aided by the recommendation of the Derin family.

The more Victor pondered, the more perplexed he became.

Ultimately, mending his relationship with Gwen might offer a chance to avert his untimely demise.

With a wave of his hand, five vials of crimson healing potions materialized on the table, positioned before Gwen.

"Please accept these."

Gwen merely glanced at them, showing no inclination to accept them.

Victor sighed at her haughty demeanor and continued, "These are a token of my gratitude for your assistance. I heard from Leah that I should not be indebted to you."

His obsidian eyes locked with hers.

Gwen turned her head away, biting her lip, and after a moment's hesitation, asked, "Did you confess to the duke's daughter yesterday?"

Victor fell silent. Whether he had indeed done so remained a mystery, an act committed by the "Victor" of yesterday, a far cry from the man he was today.

Seeing his continued silence, Gwen misinterpreted his actions, her cheeks flushing with anger as she exclaimed, "Victor! How could you do such a thing? The duke's daughter is only seventeen! You would make advances on a minor!"

Victor could only sigh in resignation.

News of his failed attempt to seduce an underage girl seemed to have spread like wildfire.

Gwen, a knight with an unwavering sense of justice, would not tolerate such behavior. If left unresolved, this incident could very well be the catalyst for a complete rift between them, demanding careful handling.

A heavy burden weighed on Victor's heart as he addressed her, "I hope you understand that I have no interest in the duke's eldest daughter."

Gwen glared at him, her voice laced with exasperation, "Everyone already knows about it."

Looking into her eyes filled with a mix of anger and helplessness, Victor replied solemnly, "I will handle this matter appropriately, ensuring that public opinion does not continue to plague us."

Victor was acutely aware that this scandal would not only tarnish his Clavenna family's reputation but also bring shame upon the Derin family, bound to him by engagement.

The Derin family's support was as much for their own benefit as it was for his.

Gwen, her mouth agape, could utter no word. Turning to face Victor, she sensed a change within him, yet she couldn't quite pinpoint the exact nature of this transformation.

Rising from her seat, she collected the potions and turned to leave. As she reached the door, she paused and addressed Victor, "If you encounter any difficulties, come to me. I will help you."

With those words, she exited the room, leaving Victor to breathe a sigh of relief.

Vega couldn't help but complain in his ear, straining her voice, "Who is this person?"

"My fiancée."

Victor spread his hands, feeling a bit helpless.

The one-eyed raven glanced at him with pity, its beak stroking the feathers on its body, "She's very sensitive, with terrifying eyes, like she's trying to see through me. Thankfully, I just look like an ordinary raven."

Victor was simply speechless.

"A one-eyed raven is anything but ordinary."

...

In the blink of an eye, it was the next day. Victor arrived at the academy as promised.

The Royal Academy of Magic, as its name suggested, was only open to those who were either wealthy or of noble birth.

There was also a special group of people who had exceptional magical talent. They could study magic here for free, but in exchange, these geniuses would naturally have to work for the royal family in the future.

Looking at the magnificent magic academy, Victor thought about the scene in the game:

He remembered that there was a huge library here for mage players to learn spells of all levels.

Victor planned to go there to study.

He urgently needed some powerful skills to support his own magic level. Although Victor's own magic was already sufficient, as a former player, the number of spells naturally provided him with more security.

The contract had been delivered to Victor's hands yesterday, and he was now a professor at the Royal Academy of Magic.

On his first visit to the academy, he took the initiative to meet the dean. After a brief greeting, the dean asked him to teach the best class in the entire academy to prove his实力.

Leaving the dean's office, he followed the memory in his mind and arrived at the Mage Tower.

The Mage Tower, also known as the Trial Tower, was where players could perform one trial per day. If they passed the trial, they would gain a large amount of experience points.

The tower was very imposing, soaring into the sky. The walls were covered with various magic arrays. Looking further up, the hazy ripples blocked people's eyes, as if they contained some kind of mystery.

Victor approached the Mage Tower and touched the barrier. The magic power in his body trembled slightly.

[Identity verification successful, Professor Victor, welcome back to the Mage Tower.]

A wave of thick black mist appeared in front of him, and when he came to his senses, he was already inside the tower.

"So that's a teleportation array."

After walking up the stairs, various minerals containing powerful magic were scattered throughout the tower, and the books were neatly arranged, a far cry from what he saw outside the tower.

Upon seeing the spotless floor, Victor immediately realized that the room had been cleaned.

A startled exclamation echoed behind him, prompting him to turn around.

A young woman with shoulder-length hair appeared before Victor, her fluorescent yellow eyes fixed on him. Her cheeks flushed slightly, possibly due to his stare, and her voice trembled slightly as she asked,

"Are you Mr. Victor?"

Victor turned back and confirmed his identity.

The young woman continued, her nervousness not diminishing in the least:

"I... I'm Henny, your assistant teacher," she said, handing Victor a lecture manuscript, "You only need to memorize it before your afternoon class, and then deliver the lecture according to this manuscript."

Victor took the manuscript, scanned it briefly, and nodded, "Thank you."

Henny suddenly found herself at a loss for words and scurried out of Victor's office.

Victor thought to himself, "The academy is indeed meticulous."

No one in the school knew Victor's true level of knowledge at this point, even though he was a highly skilled Tier 3 mage.

Even though the school had given him the position of professor, it was only because of his magical talent.

If Victor were just a waste of space, even with the nominations of two families, the professorship would not have fallen into his lap.

What he needed to do now was to deliver the lecture based on the school's script. As long as he was flawless in this regard, at least outsiders would see no flaws.

A professor at our Royal Academy is definitely not a half-baked individual!

Victor picked up the manuscript again and glanced at it for a while.

After all, if there was a ready-made one available, why not use it?

The hours of noon passed in a blink, and the afternoon weather was even brighter.

People from all walks of life were waiting for the young professor of the Royal Academy of Magic to make his debut. They were also curious whether this genius professor, who had been silent for so many years, was merely a gimmick put forth by the academy.

Victor entered the classroom, having already memorized the lecture content thoroughly. He only needed to present a portion of it to get through this hurdle.

That was what Victor had originally thought.

But when he scanned the classroom and saw a golden-haired enchantress sitting in the front row, he changed his mind.

At 17, she was the most talented student at the Royal Academy of Magic in recent years.

Her family background was also extremely illustrious.

Second only to the Duke's daughter.

Erica du Clois.

He never expected that the girl he had provoked the day before had become his student.

Erica, of course, noticed him as well. Her beautiful eyes sparkled with curiosity, her thoughts unreadable.

"That's the little beauty from yesterday's newspaper headline, she's quite pretty, let me see..., she's not even old yet, but she's already a Tier 2 mage, she's got something,"

Vega, perched on Victor's shoulder, whispered to him.

The reason Vega was able to accompany Victor to the classroom was because the Royal Academy of Magic never prohibited the keeping of pets, nor did it restrict the type of pets.

The dean himself had a watermelon with eyes.

Compared to that thing, a one-eyed raven was not such a rare species.

Victor cleared his throat and addressed the students in the classroom:

"I am Victor Clavenna, a professor at the Royal Academy of Magic, and now your teacher."

"Today's lecture will be on: 'The Impact of Formation Structure on High-Order Magic Systems'."

...

Victor gradually became more proficient and immersed in the lecture, and time quickly passed.

After about forty minutes, he glanced at his watch. It was already four o'clock in the afternoon, and he waved his hand.

"Class dismissed."

A wave of relief washed over him:

"Thank goodness, there were no problems with this class, and no one asked questions. It went very smoothly."

As Victor prepared to leave, Erica, who was sitting in the front row, suddenly raised her hand with a smile.

"Teacher, I have a question. Can you answer it for me?"

Victor's face darkened slightly when he heard this.

"As expected," he thought, "here comes the troublemaker."