If she lacked a powerful background and life-saving trump cards to support her arrogance, it would be better to play the role of a kind-hearted saint overflowing with love.

This way, she could also cover up her lack of confidence and disguise it as a flaw in her personality.

Moreover, noble circles were exclusive. Once she tried to squeeze in, she would be exposed quickly. To develop her influence, she could only seek out commoners.

So her personality must appeal to the commoners. She needed to be friendly to them and gain their support.

A loner wasn't a noble. Only with people supporting her would she appear more like a noble.

Of course, pretending to be a noble required more than just support. It also needed many other things.

Such as money, territory, culture, and etiquette.

Nobles were families with hereditary titles or royal bloodlines. They had accumulated enormous wealth and profound family heritage through generations of inheritance.

So she also needed to make herself wealthy, earn more money, buy houses and land, to maintain the daily expenses of her luxurious life as a noble.

Secondly, she needed to enrich her knowledge, understand the culture here, preferably absorb all the books in the library into her brain, and excel in every course.

Lastly, etiquette.

This point was simple. She could refer to the etiquette of ancient Huaxia, which might make her appear even more noble than those nobles.

To summarize, her persona would be a low-key, mysterious, and gentle noble lady.

By moonlight, Luo Wei got up and carved eight characters on her bedhead: Benevolent and tolerant, gentle and pure.

Benevolent but not weak, pure but not foolishly kind.

She would look at it every morning before getting up, to remember her persona.

Outside the window, a red-eyed crow silently watched, taking in her carving actions.

After a while, it flapped its wings and flew towards another side of the academy.

"Chad, have you seen this kind of symbol before?"

In the candlelight, a handsome young man drew the eight symbols the crow had seen on a piece of parchment, his face showing a puzzled expression.

The young man named Chad shook his head: "I've never seen it, Your Highness, but it looks like some kind of writing."

"Writing," the young man's eyes turned gloomy, "Could it be that my sister really found a witch?"

Chad immediately lowered his head.

"Find a way to kill her for me tonight," the young man's eyes revealed a hint of murderous intent, "And remember to disguise it as an accident."

"Yes, Your Highness."

In the middle of the night, Luo Wei suddenly woke up startled.

She dreamed that a poisonous spider crawled from her blanket onto her face and bit her.

The feeling in the dream was too real, scaring her to sit up immediately. As a result, she really found a fluffy big spider crouching on her blanket.

Luo Wei was shocked and slowly stared at the big spider.

The spider lifted its bristly legs slightly, and its two black, round, and shiny eyes seemed to be looking at her too.

"How cute!"

After staring for a few seconds, Luo Wei couldn't resist.

She quickly turned over to get a cup and covered the spider with it.

Such an adorable little thing, she must keep it well.

......

The next day, in Magic Spell class.

Out of longing to become magicians, the junior students arrived at the classroom very early, discussing various magic enthusiastically in the classroom.

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The Magic Spell classroom was large and empty, twice the size of the Magic Rune classroom, like a prayer room.

The front half of the classroom had desks and chairs, but the back half was left empty, for unknown purposes.

Soon, the bell in the clock tower rang, and a cold-faced, voluptuous beautiful woman walked into the classroom with the bell.

She had a bundle of tree branches tucked under her arm and was holding a silver book as thick as a brick. Her serious demeanor made people feel intimidated at first sight.

The students in the class immediately quieted down, nervously watching her.

The beautiful woman placed the silver book on the desk with a "thump", her sharp gaze sweeping across the room.

"From today on, I will be teaching you magic spells. You can call me Mother Teacher, or Professor, whichever you prefer."

"I forgot to mention, my name is Yudula Moses."

After her introduction, she threw the bundle of branches to the students below.

"One magic wand per person, pass it back."

The students passed the magic wands quickly and looked up expectantly.

Professor Moses glanced at them: "These are magic wands made of Spiritwood. They will serve as your magical weapons for the first academic year."

"Wow, it's Spiritwood!"

"Oh my god, is it really Spiritwood?"

Everyone exclaimed, their faces showing excitement.

Spiritwood?

Luo Wei curiously looked at the black branch in her hand. The twigs and leaves had been removed, leaving it bare like a thin wire, looking quite ordinary.

Isn't this just a common tree branch?

She even suspected that Professor Moses had just picked these up from the garden and given them a nice-sounding name.

"Alright, quiet down."

The classroom fell silent again.

Professor Moses disliked hearing chaotic noise. She opened the silver magic book: "Today I'll teach you the first part of the spell for the Fire Dragon Technique, the Fire Spell."

"Listen carefully, I'll recite one sentence, and you repeat after me."

She opened her mouth and uttered a string of strange-sounding syllables: "Arorowa silisi..."

The students immediately followed: "Arorowa..."

"Sorofa lahasi..."

"Sorofa..."

......

"Very good," after teaching for half an hour, Professor Moses nodded with satisfaction, "Now, take your magic wands, go to the back of the classroom and form a circle, start practicing the spell."

"Whoever produces a flame first can leave class."

"Everyone who can enter this school has magical talent. I believe you can all succeed."

With just a few sentences, she got this group of students excited like they had been injected with adrenaline, their faces flushed with excitement.

Luo Wei was forced to form a large circle with them, watching them recite spells with burning passion, feeling embarrassed to the point of her scalp tingling.

It was shameful, really too shameful.

The chanting around her grew louder with each recitation, and they had to wave the branch forcefully with each chant. She hadn't been this chuunibyou since she was eight years old.

But everyone was chanting, and it wouldn't be fitting in if she didn't.

Luo Wei had to raise the stick and join them reluctantly, mumbling along.

After chanting for nearly an hour, her throat was almost smoking dry.

The voices around her changed from high-pitched and loud to low and hoarse, the excitement on everyone's faces gradually fading.

Luo Wei seriously doubted, if none of them could produce a flame, would they have to chant here for a whole day?

Originally, she thought that this world might really have magic, but now her fantasy was shattered.

Her legs had already started to stiffen and go numb from standing too long. Luo Wei glanced around with her peripheral vision and began to move her feet quietly.

To conserve energy, she held up the small wooden stick with an expressionless face, blending in with the crowd, opening her mouth without making a sound.

However, she didn't notice that Professor Moses had come down from the podium and was right behind her.

Why couldn't she hear any sound from this student's mouth?

Professor Moses frowned slightly and took a step closer to her.

Luo Wei was startled when she saw her appearance in her peripheral vision. She quickly raised the wooden stick high and recited the spell at a rapid pace.

"Aroro..."

Professor Moses's serious expression gradually softened. She sensed a faint magical fluctuation.

This child was about to succeed.

With a "whoosh", a bright flame flashed by, followed by a series of screams from around.

Luo Wei suddenly looked up, but the flame disappeared too quickly, leaving only a wisp of white smoke drifting in the air.

What just happened?

Did her magic wand smoke?

"What a pity, just a little more."

Professor Moses shook her head, pulled out a silver carved magic wand from her sleeve, and stepped into the circle they had formed.

"Watch carefully, I'll only demonstrate once."

She raised the thumb-thick magic wand, her gaze becoming focused and sharp: "Fire Spell!"

A basketball-sized flame burned fiercely, floating in mid-air. Even from three meters away, one could feel its heat.

Luo Wei slowly widened her eyes, her whole person as if struck by lightning, "boom", she cracked open.

This world really has magic!