An Extra's POV: My Three Fiancees Hate Me-Chapter 87: Misunderstanding

Riven got up. He didn’t say anything for a few seconds, simply looking at Sally.

She looked at him with cold eyes for a few seconds and then broke into a smile. "Come on now, tell me, Rank One, what happened?" she asked. Her voice seemed filled with joy, but there was a strange pressure behind it.

Riven took in a deep breath and then spoke. "It was a misunderstanding. I was talking to someone who was his friend, and he felt I was pressuring or bullying them.

He came in to intervene, but then he got violent without asking what was happening. Out of instinct, I reacted and accidentally knocked him out," Riven said.

"Is that so?" she asked.

"Yes," Riven replied. She poked around and saw that all the nobles had a straight face; they didn’t allow any emotion to show for her to know what they were thinking.

But as her eyes landed on the three commoners left in the class—two boys and a girl—they immediately looked away, avoiding her gaze.

She immediately knew that there was more to this story, but she couldn’t interrogate those three, because if they snitched, this class would turn on them, and no matter how the academy tried to avoid it, they couldn’t stop it.

"Riven Von Grave, that’s your name, right?" she asked, and Riven nodded.

"You are the number one student of the first year, and the person that was dragged out was Rank 43, one of the last ten in the class.

I’m sure that your strength and ability are far, far above his own, and so that means you could have handled the situation much better, like restricting him, isn’t it?" she asked.

"I understand what you are saying, Instructor, but he came at me with intent to hurt, and even if I’m stronger, restricting someone that attacks like that is too hard and dangerous.

I understand I knocked him out, and I’ll take whatever punishment comes with it," Riven said.

"I see. Well, there is no punishment for you. You are the Rank One student—something like this won’t even be an issue for you. I just wanted to know what had happened. I’m grateful that you told me," she said, flashing a smile at him.

"Alright then, let’s start with the first topic of your academic year. This is something that you will all have to do.

Magical Theory," she said and went to the board.

"In this world, there exists magic in almost everything and everyone. And magic is tied to mana—well, that’s what all of you believe—but there is more to magic than just mana," she said and walked to the board.

’I guess I’ll get a deeper understanding of magic now,’ Riven thought. He already knew the concept of what the lady was about to talk about, but he wanted to see how she would explain it now that it was real life and not a story.

"Mana is all that you have been taught, but most of you are yet to know about the Spirit Zone. The Spirit Zone is a spatial consciousness created by your mana—pure, unfiltered, and untainted mana."

She walked to the board and drew a stick figure, then she drew a circle around it. "This stick figure is the person, and this circle is the space around him in which his mana can affect before he loses control.

If this person casts a spell and it leaves the range of the zone, it goes haywire, and you lose all control. Many of you believe that it’s simply the limit of the spell, because I’m sure that you have cast spells and they extinguish after going a certain length.

Many mages train their Spirit Zone to the point where they can cover kilometers. Mages are mostly the ones that train it to get bigger.

But battle mages, on the other hand, train their Spirit Zone to be stronger rather than bigger," she walked to the board and drew another stick figure with a smaller circle around him and then shaded the circle.

She turned to face the class and then she saw a hand up. A young girl wanted to ask a question.

"What is it?" Sally asked.

"The Spirit Zone, how do we know that we have it?" she asked.

"You already have a Spirit Zone, but feeling it is something else. It takes special training to be able to sense your own Spirit Zone.

But you don’t have an option. You need to learn to sense your zone, because that is the only way that you’ll make your control over mana and magic better," she explained.

"Thank you," the girl said and sat down.

"Now back to what is on the board. I have two figures now—one with a large and empty Spirit Zone, and one with a small but compact one.

Each of which has its own use and purpose. The first one, the empty and large, this is mostly for mages, as their goal is simply to grow their zone.

Sure, they train their zone enough to have a sturdy foundation, and then they start growing the size. On the other hand, those that keep it small and compact are the battle mages.

Their only goal is to make their zone stronger. Sure, they might grow it over time, but they keep making it stronger and stronger in order to make sure that they can cast explosive close-ranged magic.

In this class, you will have to find your aspect very quickly and be sure about it, because you’ll need it going further. That being said, I have an assignment for all of you.

Train your mana to the point where you begin to sense your zone. You all have one week to show worthy results. You’ll be graded based on what you do," she said.

After a while, the class came to an end. The students began leaving one by one for lunch. Riven sat on his chair.

He got up when almost everyone had left. Even Noel had gone already. He headed to the door and walked out. Immediately he stepped out, he saw the red-haired boy standing there.

The boy stared at Riven for a full five seconds and then spoke. "Why did you change the story?" he asked.

Riven looked at him and then walked past him. "What I decide to do is my business," he said and kept walking. The boy got pissed by what Riven said and grabbed him by the shoulder.

"You don’t get to speak to me like that," the boy said. Riven turned and looked at him. With a cold glare in his eyes, he spoke, "And you don’t get to touch me." He grabbed the boy’s hand and applied pressure. The boy was not expecting that much strength from Riven and was taken off guard when Riven started squeezing even more, his hands making popping sounds.

"Arghhhhh!" the boy cried out in pain. He tried to pull his hands back, and Riven allowed him.

"Next time, please don’t touch me," Riven said and started walking away. The boy stared at him with rage in his eyes while he held his aching hand.

"I’ll make you pay for that," he muttered under his breath.

Riven found his way to the infirmary. He walked to the door and knocked twice, and an instructor came to the door.

She was a beautiful tall woman in a white medical coat. Her coat matched her snow-white hair and contrasted with her black eyes. She was talking, and her hourglass figure stood out.

’Yhup, the beautiful nurse of the academy. She really helped Lance out in the story—guidance and more,’ Riven thought.

"Are you hurt?" she asked right off the bat.

"Oh no, I want to see my classmate that was brought here a while back," he responded.

He paused to think for a bit. "Oh, the one that was brought in by a girl. He is inside. I put him into a longer sleep to allow the treatment to do its job.

The lady is seated beside him, the last bed at the end of the room," she said and pointed to the back.

"Thank you," Riven said and walked in. As he got closer to the last bed in the infirmary, he got nervous. There was only a thin curtain blocking them from him.

He took a deep breath and walked there. He saw Leon on the bed and Lily seated beside him, holding his hand.

Immediately Riven arrived, she looked at him and immediately got up, her expression a mixture of fear and anger.

"You shouldn’t be here," she said.

"I’m sorry about what happened," Riven said.

"Please, just leave us be. We don’t want any issues, please," she begged.

Riven looked at her. He didn’t know what to say. He didn’t expect things to go this way, but there was really nothing he could do.

He stared at Lily for a bit and then walked away without saying anything more.