Gwen approached, surrounded by servants. Viktor, ever the gentleman, extended his hand and invited her into the meeting room.

They walked side by side. Along the way, Gwen observed Viktor, catching a glimpse of the pitch-black one-eyed crow perched on his shoulder.

After entering the meeting room, Viktor directed a pointed look at the servants, who discreetly left.

Once the door closed, Gwen and Viktor took their seats.

Gwen asked coldly, "Did you receive the academy's invitation?"

Viktor tapped his fingers on the table and replied, "I did."

After his answer, the air in the room suddenly chilled.

At this moment, Viktor couldn't guess what this woman's attitude towards "him" truly was.

Although they were engaged, it was also she who ultimately killed Viktor. Viktor felt that Gwen had no feelings for him whatsoever.

And yet, Gwen had helped him.

The academy's invitation to become a professor was naturally aided by the Delin family's recommendation.

The more Viktor thought about it, the more confused he became.

In any case, if he could improve his relationship with Gwen, he might be able to avoid a fatal ending.

Viktor waved his hand, and five bottles of blood-red life potion appeared on the table in front of Gwen.

"Please accept these."

Gwen merely glanced at them, showing no intention of accepting.

Viktor sighed at her proud demeanor and continued:

"This is a thank-you gift for your help. Lia told me about it, and I don't want to owe you any favors."

He looked into Gwen's eyes with his ink-black ones.

Gwen turned her head away, biting her lip. After a moment of internal struggle, she asked:

"Yesterday, did you really confess to the Duke's daughter?"

Viktor remained silent. Whether he had done such a thing yesterday... he himself didn't know.

That was done by yesterday's "Viktor," not the same soul as today's Viktor.

Seeing his continued silence, Gwen truly believed he had done such a thing. Her cheeks flushed red as she scolded:

"Viktor! How could you do such a thing? The Duke's daughter is only seventeen! You actually confessed to an underage girl!”

Viktor: ...

Now it seemed everyone knew about his failed attempt to flirt with an underage girl.

Gwen, being a knight with an extremely righteous heart, naturally couldn't stand such behavior towards an underage girl.

If he couldn't resolve this issue properly, it could very likely be the spark that would lead to a complete fallout between Viktor and Gwen in the future. He had to handle it carefully.

Viktor felt a heaviness in his heart as he spoke to her: "I hope you understand, I don't have feelings for the Duke's daughter."

Gwen glared at him and continued, "This matter has already become public knowledge."

Viktor looked into her eyes, which betrayed anger and helplessness, and responded gravely: "I will handle this matter. I won't let rumors continue to surround us."

Viktor was well aware that this incident would not only bring shame to his Kravina family but also to the Delin family, to whom he was engaged.

The Delin family's help was also helping themselves.

Gwen opened her mouth but couldn't utter a word. Looking at Viktor, she felt he had changed somewhat, but she couldn't pinpoint exactly what was different.

Gwen stood up, accepted the potion bottles, and turned to leave. As she opened the door, she said to Viktor: "If you have any difficulties, come find me. I'll help you."

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With that, she pushed the door open and left.

Viktor breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing his reaction, Vega couldn't help but croak in his ear: "Who was that?"

"My fiancée."

Viktor shrugged, feeling somewhat helpless.

The one-eyed crow gave him a pitying look, preening its feathers with its beak: "She's very sensitive, with a frightening gaze. It's as if she could see right through me. Luckily, I just look like an ordinary crow."

Viktor was at a loss for words.

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

...

The next day arrived, and Viktor went to the academy as agreed.

The Royal Magic Academy lived up to its name; those who could study here were all young masters and ladies from wealthy or noble families.

There was also a special group of people who possessed magical talents above others. They could study magic here without paying tuition fees.

The free tuition wasn't without strings attached. As a prize, these talented individuals would naturally have to work for the royal family in the future.

Viktor looked at the magnificent magic academy, recalling scenes from the game:

He remembered there was a huge library here, where mage players could learn magic of various ranks.

Viktor planned to go there to study.

He urgently needed some powerful skills to support his magical abilities. Although Viktor's own magic was already sufficient, as a player, having a larger repertoire of spells would naturally provide him with a greater sense of security.

The contract had been delivered to Viktor yesterday, and he was now a senior professor at the Royal Magic Academy.

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

After leaving the dean's office, he followed the memories in his mind and arrived at the Mage Tower.

The Mage Tower, also known as the Trial Tower, was where players could undergo a daily trial. Passing the trial would grant a large amount of experience points.

The tall tower was imposing, reaching into the clouds. Various magical arrays covered its walls. Looking up further, a hazy ripple obscured one's vision, seeming to contain some kind of mystery.

Viktor approached the Magic Tower and touched the barrier. The magic in his body trembled slightly.

[Identity verification successful. Welcome back to the Mage Tower, Professor Viktor.]

A slowly rotating black mist appeared before his eyes, and when he came to, he was already inside the tower.

"So that was a teleportation array."

After climbing the stairs, various ores containing powerful magic were scattered throughout the tower. Books were neatly arranged, making it look like a completely different place from what he had seen outside the tower.

Looking at the spotless floor, Viktor immediately realized that someone had already cleaned the place.

He heard a gasp behind him and turned to look.

A young woman with shoulder-length hair appeared before Viktor's eyes. Her glowing yellow eyes stared at Viktor. Perhaps because Viktor was staring at her, her cheeks turned red, and she asked in a slightly trembling voice:

"Are you Mr. Viktor?"

Viktor turned back and acknowledged it.

The young woman continued, her nervousness not diminishing one bit:

"I... I'm Henie, your teaching assistant," she said, handing Viktor a speech script. "You just need to memorize this before the afternoon class. Then you can teach according to the content in this script."

Viktor took the script, glanced at it lightly, and nodded: "Thank you."

Henie suddenly became flustered and ran out of Viktor's office.

Viktor thought to himself: "The academy has really thought of everything."

At present, no one in this school knew Viktor's true level of knowledge, even though he was a very powerful third-rank mage.

Even though the school had given him a professorship, it was only based on his magical talent.

If Viktor were just a waste, even with the nominations from two families, this professorship wouldn't have fallen to him.

What he needed to do now was to give a speech based on the school's script. As long as he did this flawlessly, at least when outsiders saw it, they couldn't find any fault.

Our Royal Academy's professors are definitely not incompetent half-baked experts!

Viktor picked up the speech script again and looked at it for a while.

After all, since there was a ready-made script to use, why not take advantage of it?

The noon hours passed in an instant, and the afternoon weather became even brighter.

People from all walks of life were waiting for the young professor of the Royal Magic Academy to appear and give his speech. They were equally curious about whether this genius professor who had been dormant for many years was just a gimmick created by the academy.

Viktor arrived at the classroom. He had already memorized the speech content thoroughly. He only needed to present part of it to easily get through this challenge.

That was what Viktor had originally thought.

But when he scanned the classroom and saw a blonde girl sitting in the front row, he changed his mind.

At 17 years old, she was the most talented student the Royal Magic Academy had seen in recent years.

Her family background was also particularly distinguished.

Second only to one, the Duke's daughter.

Erica du Cloye.

He hadn't expected that the person he had offended the day before yesterday would become his student.

Erica naturally noticed him too, her beautiful eyes sparkling with an unreadable emotion.

'So this is the little beauty from yesterday's newspaper headlines. She's quite pretty. Let me see... tsk tsk, so young, yet already a second-rank mage. She's got something.'

Vega whispered secretly to Viktor from his shoulder.

The reason Vega could come to the classroom with Viktor was that the Royal Magic Academy never prohibited pets, nor did they restrict the types of pets.

The dean himself kept a watermelon with eyes.

Compared to that kind of thing, a one-eyed crow wasn't particularly unusual.

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

"I am Viktor Kravina, a professor at the Royal Magic Academy, and now your teacher."

"Today's lecture topic is: 'The Influence of Formation Composition on Advanced Magic Systems.'"

...

After speaking for a while, Viktor gradually became more proficient, fully engaged, and time passed quickly.

About forty minutes later, he looked at his watch. It was already four in the afternoon, and he waved his hand.

"Class dismissed."

He couldn't help but feel relieved.

Great, there were no issues with this class, and no one asked questions. It went very smoothly.

Viktor was about to leave when Erica, sitting in the front row, suddenly raised her hand, smiling.

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

Upon hearing this, Viktor's expression darkened slightly.

Sure enough, the troublemaker had arrived.