Approaching the class where the lesson should take place, I noticed my classmates who were standing with complex faces, on some I saw fear, misunderstanding on others, all spectrums of emotions, but all negative.
Anticipating a headache, I caught up with my classmates, they were all silent and it became uncomfortable to stand in silence like that.
- Something happened? I asked, trying to understand what was going on here.
The light elf whose name was Keimun touched the shoulder of the standing student in front, he turned and looked at Keimun asking with his eyes what he needed.
Keymun nodded his head at me and the student moved away allowing me to see what the whole class was looking at. And what I saw frightened me, when they saw my face, the students breathed a sigh of relief.
I don't know what they thought of me but what I saw made me wonder if it's a good thing I didn't run away from here?
I looked inside the classroom in which the students were all covered in blood, some had bruises, some did not move, unconsciousness was heard and screams here and there. And in the center, with a bored look, stood the professor, dressed in a strange robe, part of the robe was white and the second part was black, she was a dark elf, like all elves, she was tall and slender, she had short hair that stuck out slightly in different directions, an elongated face in her eyes one could read the displeasure towards those who were lying on the floor.
No one from my class wanted to disturb this monster, I think, like me, the students of my class had the idea that it would not be him who would conduct martial magic with us.
But our hope was dashed when he turned his gaze to the door and saw us.
- Everyone who is pretending to help your classmates leave the classroom and go to the next class. - The professor said with a predatory smile, and from her smile there was a feeling that a monster was looking at me.
After the words of the professor, many stufons began to slowly rise and help those who were lying on the floor, who were unconscious, threw their hands on the shoulders of those who were slightly injured or those who were not injured at all.
There were few of them, but all the same, they were like I could not help but notice in surprise watching how the stufons were about to leave the class.
Coming up with us, one of them gave us a pitying glance.
- Good luck, you'll need it. - The stufon spoke quietly and, without waiting for an answer, followed his class.
I could only nervously swallow the saliva that had accumulated in my mouth. Together with my classmates, I went inside fearing to approach the center of the class.
The class was a spacious hall devoid of any tables, chairs, various wooden weapons hung on the walls from daggers to two-handed swords with halberds.
- So, what are you so afraid of, you are not little kids? - Asked the professor.
There was a hint of derision in her voice, and it was funny for a professor to watch the elite class give her wary looks.
- My name is Ni'lim and I will teach you combat magic, but for starters, everyone will write on this sheet what spells they have and their skill level. - Turning to us, Ni'lim said, taking out a stack of sheets from the ring.
When she began to approach us, my classmates and I did not consciously tense up, there was something terrible in this professor.
- Don't be afraid, I won't eat you, but I can cripple you. - Licking her lips, Ni'lim said, her eyes raged with madness.
From her words it became more and more difficult, I could see how some of their faces turned white after her words.
Coming quite close, she handed the papers to the stufon and ordered them to distribute to the others, whisperings were heard, the sounds of paper rustling when everyone had a piece of paper, a question appeared that no one wanted to voice with what to write?
- Will you spend a long time studying stufons? - asked Ni'lim irritably, throwing an evil look at them.
- And how should we write Professor Ni'lim? - Asked the stufon from behind me, hearing Ni'lim's question, she thought for a second.
I had a hope that she forgot to give us ink and a brush, but her changing look showed that I was wrong.
- If there is no ink, there is only one way left - this is your blood, write stufons with it. - Professor Ni'lim said with a smile, nodding her head at her own words.
For many, her words were nothing more than a joke, but unlike them, I have recently become accustomed to injuring my hand in order to shed blood for something.
Without hesitation, having taken out a knife from the storage, I pricked my finger hard, grimacing, I began to drive it carefully over the sheet, deriving my spells.
Feeling the blood dripping from finger to finger, I tried not to smear it on the sheet, I heard someone grumble under his breath in displeasure that this is an unacceptable treatment of stufons and much more. But we didn't have much choice, if we wanted to learn, we had to adapt.