Mavis had already found information about the tenrou jade in the village library.
Kind-hearted by nature, she couldn't bear the thought of innocent outsiders getting hurt because of it.
She'd kept quiet before because everyone on the island, Weston included, was busy rebuilding their homes—no time, no energy, and no strength to deal with it.
Now that Weston had brought it up, the matter finally returned to the front of her mind.
"Weston, what spell did you say you were going to teach us?"
"Well… it's definitely a hundred times more suitable and powerful than anything you're studying now!"
As he spoke, Weston stretched both hands toward the two girls.
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The girls blinked, then quickly placed their hands on his.
Super Ancient Text – Info Implant, activate!
In an instant, a torrent of mana erupted from Weston's body and surged toward Mavis and Zera like an avalanche.
"Ahhh—!!!"
"Uhhh—!!!"
The file transfer was simply too large!
Even though Weston had lowered the transfer rate as much as possible to spare them agony,
the memory infusion still made them convulse, eyes rolling, drooling uncontrollably, unable to stifle their cries.
Fortunately, Weston had pulled them far away earlier, so the other students sensing mana weren't disturbed.
After a long while, the implant ended.
Mavis and Zera collapsed limply, pupils spinning, stars orbiting their heads, clothes soaked in sweat.
Under the onslaught of massive spell data, their bodies' self-protection kicked in, knocking them out cold.
"Tsk…"
"Can't let outsiders see them like this; better carry them home first."
Weston hoisted them onto his back and hurried to their little house.
He then called the auntie next door to bathe them, changed them into fresh clothes, and tucked them into bed.
When everything was done, he returned to the Schoolhouse.
Half an hour later.
Mavis and Zera woke up groggily.
"My head hurts…"
"Strange, why are we here? What happened?"
The two sat up and stared at each other in a daze.
A few seconds passed.
"Ah! I remember now!"
Zera shrieked, "Weston said he'd teach us new magic, then… the data dump was so huge we passed out!"
Still dizzy, Mavis slowly recalled it too. "What time is it now?"
"No idea, but it can't be too late. We should head back to the Schoolhouse…"
Zera shook her head and hopped off the bed.
That hop made her notice something wrong.
The next moment her neck and cheeks glowed like an over-powered kettle, steaming white puffs bursting from her head.
"Ahhh!!"
"My clothes!!"
Her scream shook the cottage so hard the ceiling bounced.
"Zera, what's wrong?"
"Ah… our clothes… they're different?"
Mavis looked herself over—she had indeed been changed.
Not just changed, but into her favorite outfit, clean and comfy.
A quick guess lit up her eyes. "Weston must've brought us back and changed us."
"I vaguely remember sweating buckets before I blacked out."
"And while I was asleep it felt like someone bathed me and dressed me…"
Seeing Mavis so innocently clueless, Zera ground her teeth in frustration. "Dummy! Don't you realize what that means?!"
"What?"
"Ugh, I don't even know how to explain it to you!"
"Anyway, that pervert Weston—he's dead meat!"
Minutes later, Zera, shoes on, dragged Mavis and stormed into the Schoolhouse.
They reached the yard just as Weston, surrounded by little sisters and big sisters, chatted cheerfully: "So, this posture can raise your chances of sensing mana, though it varies by person…"
The sight made Zera even madder.
Her mana flared out uncontrollably, cloaking her in a red-black mantle of flame.
"Weston!!"
The roar behind him froze Weston mid-gesture.
Turning, he brightened at the sight of them. "Oh! You're awake—perfect—"
Before he could finish, Zera sprang into a flying kick.
In his vision,
the petite girl shot forward like a blazing cannonball.
"Die!!"
With that howl, the fiery missile struck dead center.
"Pwah—!!!"
Weston's body bent into a "<" shape, spittle spraying as he was flung a dozen meters.
Crack-thud-boom… the impact dragged him like a rag, scraping a long trail across the ground.
Thud!
At last he stopped.
Everyone looked: Weston lay spread-eagled, hair a mess, weeds sticking out, clothes caked in mud and torn, one shoe gone.
A wretched sight.
"W-why…?"
He stared blankly at the blue sky, utterly bewildered.
The little girls around him were stunned;
students struggling to sense mana nearby were stunned;
even Mavis, who'd followed and still didn't understand Zera's rage, was stunned.
Only Zera stood proudly, finally vented.
The air froze for two seconds.
"Boss—uh, the President's been kicked flying!!"
"You Savage Girl, what do you think you're doing?!"
Zera whipped her head around, twin-tails flicking, and glared at the boy who'd called her "savage," eyes murderous.
"What did you call me?!"
The boy shrank back, cold sweat dripping. "N-nothing…"
Under Zera's tyrannical glare, the kids trembled; anyone who'd meant to help Weston scrambled out of sight.