As a transmigrator—especially one who could see her own death looming just over a decade away—how could Calca possibly be slack? Although she was limited by her physical condition, was two hours of daily exercise really enough?
She knew that blind, mindless practice would never be efficient. The value of a teacher lay in helping a student avoid detours—nuances like the tonal shifts in incantations, the speed of constructing magic circles, or the proper mental conviction and attitude. Most importantly, there was "Silent Magic." In a life-or-death duel, those few seconds of difference were the difference between living and dying.
After observing the teaching environment today, Calca felt it was far too crude. There were no exams, no tests, and certainly no homework. In her past life, Calca had found the "sea of practice problems" strategy disgusting; now, she realized it was a god-tier tool for guaranteeing a baseline of competency. This was especially true for magic casters—if you force-fed the knowledge into the brain until it was memorized, a moment of epiphany would eventually follow.
Thus, Calca prepared to overhaul the teaching model: exams were going on the schedule, and classroom exercises had to change! What were these princes and princesses practicing every day? [Create Water]? [Create Paper]? Did they really lack water and paper that badly? They needed to practice practical survival spells like [Protection from Evil], [Haste], and [Light Heal]!
Finally, there was the matter of class hours. Calca watched her older brothers and sisters in the distance, laughing as they discussed where to go play that afternoon. A schedule of four days on and three days off was even more relaxed than university in her previous life. Calca looked up and sighed. The Sorcerer King was chasing them from behind; at her age, how could she possibly sleep soundly?
Consequently, she revealed this "Hell Plan" to Damien, who was standing beside her. The moment Damien heard it, he felt that the "two hours of practice" from earlier was a paradise on earth. He desperately tried to persuade Calca to give up.
"Furthermore, this plan won't be proposed by me. It will be proposed by you." Calca patted Damien's shoulder, shifting into "scam mode" without a hint of a blush. "It's to save you. If Mother finds out about your performance today, will she still feel safe letting you go to your fief? If she happens to whisper in Father's ear that you're incompetent and should be kept at court, Father will definitely investigate the reason. Once he finds out you were slacking off and distracting me from my studies, he'll absolutely skin you alive."
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Calca's tone shifted, becoming low and haunting. "So... my dear brother, you wouldn't want Father to find out about this, would you?"
Damien felt a chill surge from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his skull. Calca continued her induction: "As long as you take the initiative now to suggest strengthening the curriculum to Mother and Great Priestess Mariana, you'll be seen as a prodigal son returning to the right path. Mother will reward you, and Father will never know the truth."
Damien hadn't heard Calca call him "brother" since they became close two years ago. That single title made him feel like he was standing on the edge of an abyss. He immediately made up his mind. "Sister, say it one more time. I'll write it down and head out immediately!"
Calca watched Damien embark on this road of no return. If she were the one to propose this, she would inevitably be hated by her peers. But if Damien proposed it, when everyone suffered together, their resentment would all be directed at him.
I'm leaving it to you, Brother Damien! Calca thought with heavy emphasis.
Then, she turned her head and looked at Spar, the little chubby boy who had shrunk himself into a ball nearby. Spar was clever; he knew his boss had been completely hoodwinked, and he wished he could bury himself in the dirt.
"Spar... I happen to have something I need from you, too."