The dragon's harem

??”It’s payback,” Arad walked away from Matilda and approached the teacher. “I can cast a spell by seeing you do it, but I doubt that’s the case for everyone else.” He looked back, “Can we get a written explanation? Like the ones found in books.” He pulled a book about beginner magic under his jacket.

The teacher blinked. ^Where does he keep pulling things out? I don’t know where he shoved that water jug he had earlier…^

“Yeah. I’m just trying to see where everyone stands before I start teaching you magic. It’ll help me adjust to every student’s skill level.” The teacher smiled, “You’re high up on the chart.”

Matilda stared at Arad’s back, noticing that the lower part of his jacket was fixed. It didn’t have any cuts from her claws, which was strange. She never saw him change his jacket.

The teacher clapped his hands, “Everyone, let’s test other basic spells.”

Arad kept breaking each spell the teacher showed them.

[Spark] A spell that is used by everyone to start a fire for cooking, Arad ended up turning it a [Shocking Grasp] As instead of it being a small electric spark akin to that of a lighter, he turned it into a powerful electric current sparking between his fingers.

[Breeze] The spell that was used for dusting furniture using a small gust of air, he made it as strong as a leafblower with the ability to make the air either hot or cold and turned it into a magic akin to [Gust of Wind]

[Mold] A spell used by craftsmen to make molds and pottery, Arad instead used it to create a hard blade of dirt that was sharp enough to rival true swords, effectively matching the [Conjure weapons] spell.

With each spell, Matilda kept getting frustrated more and more. Each time, it was clear that Arad was above everyone else in the class in terms of raw talent for magic, albeit that his talent was more directed toward the art of killing. Even the most innocent of convenience spells, turn into a deadly weapon in his hands, like giving a child a fork, only for him to start stabbing things with it.

Just as they were about to finish the training, the ground beneath their feet shook as a loud explosion boomed on the other side of the school. “What’s going on!” One of the students cried.

“I sensed magic!” Matilda growled, “That was a spell,”

“I’ll go check it out!” The teacher pulled his staff and flew away.

“Let’s go look!” Matilda turned around to the student, only to see Arad the only one uninterested, sitting back and playing with his doll.

“Hoi! Aron, put that doll away, and let’s go! Where did you have it hidden anyway?!” She growled.

Arad turned toward her, “No need to worry about it. That was my brother.” He said with glowing eyes.

****

“Listen,” Gojo stared at his teacher. The woman was shaking in her boots as the firing range had a massive burned line that pierced even their enchanted walls. “I registered in the magic class to study the essence of magic, not play with lower-tier spells.” Gojo glared at her, “So if you like, can we change the subject to at least 7-tier magic? I’d love to play with 9-tier spells, but I doubt this place could survive.” He smiled.

Arad had chosen to study alchemy and Gojo picked pure magic. But to both classes, low-tier magic was a necessary thing to learn. You’re either a wizard, or an alchemist who uses the spells to heat alchemical ingredients, separate or cool them, or even turn mundane water into magic water for brewing.

The teacher stared at Gojo’s glowing eyes as Arad’s teacher landed behind them, “What’s going on?!” He asked, looking at the destruction.

“Student Jogo! What’s going on here?” He asked.

Gojo turned toward him. “Nothing, I just want to try higher spells.”

“You’ll do that later. It’s the first day and we’re still trying to accurately assess where each of the students stands in terms of skills.”

“Fine…I’ll wait.” Gojo sat in the back, “Call me when you have something worth learning. I’ve paid handsomely for claimed [Courses in High magic]. I hope you won’t disappoint.”

The two teachers stared at each other, and then Arad’s teacher flew back. Gojo’s words seemed strange, especially since no one of them knew they were dealing with a dragon.

All dragons are obsessed with their wealth and hoard, and it usually requires a professional to make deals with them for one reason. The last thing anyone wants is for a dragon to feel like they were scammed, that could only spell disaster.

^If I felt this year wasn’t worth it, I’ll just take my money from them. Tenfolds for wasting my time,^ Gojo wasn’t going to let them off the hook.

****

The morning classes ended a bit before noon as the students and teachers headed to the school’s massive canteen for lunch. The moment Arad walked inside, he could see Aella waving her hand for him as the entire group had gathered at one massive table, eating their share.

“I’ll come after I get mine,” He replied, but Eris looked at him. “We already picked a triple for you.” She pointed at the empty spot beside her. They’ve gotten him enough food for three people and left two empty seats at the side, since his shoulders are so wide it’ll be uncomfortable to leave him with only one seat.

“Thanks,” He sat beside them to eat.

“How was your first class here?” Gojo looked at Arad with a smile.

“Boring, until we all heard you blast the firing range. What were you thinking about?” He stared at him.

Aella looked at the two brothers arguing, and Mira waved her hand to her, “They should be fine. Could you help with something later,”

Aella blinked, “Don’t tell me.”

“Homework on the first day.” Mira sighed with a sad face. “I want to work the wood.” She deflated like a balloon.

“I can help you as well,” Lydia smiled, “We did get some homework, but I did finish it in class.”

“You’re a monster,” Eris stared at her, “I could’ve only thought of how I would cremate that teacher when she gave us this.” She pulled a three-page work out of her pocket.

“We better work together,” Merida sighed, looking at Arad, “You guys didn’t get anything?”

“I didn’t,” Arad replied and Gojo nodded, he too didn’t get any work.

“I did get some homework,” Jack opened his bag and pulled a stack of papers, quickly shoving it back inside, “Not this one. Ah, this.”

Lydia stared at him for a second and then snatched his bag. “What did you hide inside?”

“Give it back! I’ll need it later…” He tried to take his bag back, but with her strength, she easily pushed him away.

Looking inside, he had a stack of paper, all solutions to various tests and homework, potential exams, and more. “Where did you get his?” She glared at him.

“Borrowed it,” Jack looked away.

“ARON! You’re there!” A voice roared across the canteen, and Arad sighed, looking at the other side and seeing Matilda walking toward them.

“What do you want?” He asked as she stood at the table side, staring at him.

“I came about what happened this morning…” Matilda started talking but soon felt it was hard to breathe. Her chest grew tighter and tighter as she started panting.

“Care to introduce yourself? Little cat,” Aella glared at her with glowing green eyes and a twisted smile.

^Aella is choking her by controlling the air around us and preventing her from breathing,^ Arad could sense the magic in the air, but Matilda couldn’t.

“Who…are you?” Matilda growled.

“My wife,” Arad replied at her side.

“First wife,” Aella added, “She’s second,” Pointing at Mira, “Third,” at Eris, “And fourth,” At Merida.

“Already four!” Matilda gasped with a worried face, “Wasn’t it only her?” She pointed at Mira.

“That’s none of your business.” Arad looked at her as he chewed a chicken’s thigh whole, bones and all.

“The lab for alchemy has been changed. We’re going to the seventh lab instead of the fourth,” Matilda stared at him.

“So you came to tell me that?” Arad looked at Aella, and she stopped using her magic.

“For a while. I thought you were here to start trouble,” Aella said with a smile, “Nice to meet you.”

“Matilda, there you were!” Another girl wearing a wizard’s robe walked in with a smile on her face. “That’s Aron? Yoho, here’s Selina.” She waved her hand at him.

“You didn’t come this morning?” Arad looked at her for a second/

“Yeah, I sadly had some problems…”

SLASH! Merida jumped from her seat, cutting the girl’s head in the blink of an eye with a knife.

Matilda gasped as blood splashed her and everyone around. “Nice try,” Merida turned toward the falling corpse.

“Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!” Everyone cried, surprised at Merida’s action except Gojo who sat there, looking as if he expected that.

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