Magic Academy Bans Harem

Chapter 251 Elise's Individual Lesson
The seventh day of the Magic Academy Exchange Conference.

Early in the morning, when Ritas stepped out of his room, Miriam had already left the dormitory mansion.

It seems that the need to participate in the judging panel has indeed put some pressure on Miriam. He wants to produce a piece as quickly as possible that he won't feel ashamed even if it's exhibited.

In reality, less than three days is far from enough time to create a traditional work of art, such as a painting.

Even setting aside intangible things like inspiration, perfecting a painting requires a considerable amount of time, potentially several months or even years. For some paintings using special pigments, the artist might spend more than three days just waiting for the paint on the canvas to dry to their desired color.

Therefore, unless you intend to submit a terribly hastily written piece with absolutely no polished details, you'll have to abandon traditional art forms and unleash your imagination to create something suitable.

Ritas wasn't sure if sending the participants of the bathing workshop to the judging session would be a suitable form of punishment. However, as a test to stimulate their potential in some way, it should be just right.

After a simple breakfast, Ritas watched as the white disc slowly unfolded.

"Yay~ Little Li, good morning!"

Good morning, Goddess of Bathing.

Listening to the bath goddess's ever-energetic greeting.

Ritas wasn't sure if the Goddess of Bath had a constitution that made her feel elated every morning, or if she would cultivate a positive mood before connecting it to his world.

"What are we doing today? Should we go check on the third wife?"

The letter brought by the white cat the previous night described Sir Sim's strange behavior.

Simply put, he suddenly went crazy yesterday, sending out a large number of letters through various channels.

In addition to his mansion's mailbox being overflowing, he also dragged his ailing body to ask his student Maud to go to various post offices with him to mail letter after letter.

Einfield, who was in charge of keeping an eye on them, managed to intercept a few letters and then had the white cat deliver them to Ritas.

Ritas, who greatly respects the privacy of others, naturally did not open other people's letters without permission.

He simply used magic to permeate the envelopes and looked at their contents without opening them.

The letter contained little information; it was simply Sir Him urging the "Grand Closing Company" to send someone to fulfill the contract as soon as possible.

"We can find some time to visit Sir Sim. However..."

What could he possibly do there? He couldn't possibly actually complete the company's tasks.
Ritas frowned slightly as he pondered.

His initial intention in approaching Sir Himm was to find clues to reconnect with the "Darkin" and the company he had unilaterally severed ties with. Had the Goddess of the Bath not unexpectedly found her long-lost third wife, the matter might have ended that very day.

Now, if he had to say, he had found some information.

Even if the mailing addresses are just company relay stations or nominal outposts, you can still find some information by following the trail.

"However, I still want to wait and see. Let's see if Shanda's closing company has actually abandoned some businesses recently."

Although "Darkborn" is a criminal organization, so it's hard to expect much credibility from them, since they operate under the guise of a company, their unprovoked breach of contract might indicate that they have a compelling reason to do so, or that even if they are breaching the contract, it's something that must take priority.

"Anyway, there aren't many days left."

In a voice barely audible to the goddess of the bath, Ritas spoke softly as if talking to himself.

As they spoke, Ritas opened the gate to the mansion and entered the courtyard.

Upon entering the courtyard, Ritas spotted a particularly conspicuous figure not far away, who had been watching the mansion intently.

Although the pink-haired student seemed to be trying to hide, there simply wasn't a single towering tree in the special dormitory area that could shield her from view.

"Huh? Isn't that Elise kissing?"

As the goddess of the bath pondered, Elise, behind the tree, revealed a "I've finally waited for you" expression, and then walked over aggressively.

Before Ritas could even fully step out the door, a huge figure pressed him against both sides of the door frame, blocking him at the entrance.

"Student Elise?"

Faced with Elise, whose expression was extremely solemn, serious, and even somewhat fierce, and who kept getting closer, Ritas, who had never been "shrouded" like this before, couldn't help but lose some of his composure.

"Professor! I need a private lesson!"

With a rather urgent tone, Elise said this.

Soon after.

In an empty classroom at Earls College.

As the melodious music rang out in the classroom, a sarcastic remark came from the white disc that resembled a phonograph.

"Master Li, what do you do for a living?"

"I am a professor of magic."

"Does the job of a professor of demonic arts encompass many fields?"

"That's it."

Is teaching others to dance part of your job?

"Sometimes maybe."

"Seriously! Please be serious, Professor!"

"In the center of the classroom," Elise said irritably.

Ritas, who was seemingly escaping reality by agreeing with the goddess of bathing, couldn't help but sigh.

With a casual wave of his hand, the music in the classroom stopped.

Looking at Elise, whose face was full of dissatisfaction, Ritas said earnestly,
"Elise, the purpose of these individual classes is to answer your questions about your studies and help you dispel your confusion about your future path. In other words, it's best if they are related to magic."

I don't know when, but the style of this individual course changed, and it became a situation where Ritas seemed to be fulfilling a wish or solving a problem for the students.

"But I'm so lost about the future! If I don't think of a way out, I might not live to see seven more days!"

"Iris said with a worried expression."

"It's not that exaggerated."

"And the only person I can ask is the professor. Besides him, I don't know who else can help me."

Elise's voice carried a hint of pitifulness.

"."

Ok.

Ritas breathed a sigh of relief. Since he had some free time, he might as well think of a solution for Elise.

Elise was initially very happy after winning the individual competition in the Magic Ball event. However, she was somewhat annoyed by the inexplicable situations caused by a bunch of strangers constantly approaching her.

But this happiness didn't last long.

Because, at the celebration banquet for the new Magic Ball seminar the next day, she learned something.

All winners of the exchange program will be required to attend a special "Grand Feast" prepared for the winners.

The banquet itself didn't really matter to Elise; in fact, she quite liked it. Because her body was slightly larger than average, and she ate a little more, banquets were occasions where she could eat to her heart's content without worrying too much about what others thought.

However, upon learning that there would be a dance segment at the banquet, Elise's expression instantly turned ugly.

"This is very bad."

"really."

Time returns to the present.

Elise, who knew exactly what her dancing skills were like, thought that the only person who could possibly help her was the all-powerful Professor Ritas.

At Ritas's request, Elise demonstrated her current skill level, immediately making the expressions of the two spectators serious.

"Elise, in order for me to understand your current situation, can you stop fooling around and be serious?"

"I've already been very serious!"

Iris, who had already exhausted all her strength by performing simple dance moves, let out a shrill cry as if she were standing on the edge of a cliff.

"Oh no!"

"really."

If one had to evaluate Elise's performance, it would be that if no one knew Elise was dancing, they might think she had suddenly fallen ill, or that she was acting out a scene of being shot by arrows from all directions.

For a moment, Ritas even searched for the location above Elise, wondering if there was a hidden puppeteer or something controlling Elise's limbs with threads, causing her to make such a series of bizarre movements.

Moreover, it wouldn't be so bad if the movements were just bizarre; one could try to call it a new style of dance. The real problem is that Elise's sense of rhythm is also terrible. Her movements and the melody in the empty classroom are like they've completely broken off all ties.

"That's strange. Isn't Elise supposed to be very athletic? How come she dances so badly?"

"While there are some similarities between athletic ability and dance talent, they are not entirely equivalent."

Ritas looked at Iris, who was still wriggling, with some disbelief. After letting her try for a while, he lifted his forehead.

"Teacher, please teach me, is there any hope for me?"

About ten minutes later, Elise, looking even more exhausted than if she had played Magic Ball all day, came to Ritas's side and asked with concern.

"Well, everyone has strengths and weaknesses, Elise. So, don't think that you can improve your dance skills through an hour's lesson or a few days of practice without putting in the hard work and starting from scratch."

"why is it like this--"

Elise couldn't help but cry out in despair.

Even Ritas was helpless; she was clearly in despair.

"However, if you just use some tricks to make your dance moves look less special, I think that's still possible."

"Really?"

Elise's dazed gaze brightened again.

She didn't actually want to dance well or anything. She just didn't want to embarrass herself at the banquet.

Although she knew she wouldn't be the only one dancing on the dance floor, she was well aware that with her looks, she would stand out wherever she was.

"First of all, the dances at the 'Glory Banquet' are not entirely free improvisation. There are some set patterns, traditional social dances. So, memorizing each movement and dancing according to a fixed rhythm will at least make it not look abrupt on the surface."

Ritas began to explain to Elise.

Since Elise is a commoner student, she's not very aware of the many unspoken, unspoken rules at such a historically significant banquet. Explaining these things should be the job of the advisors at the New Magic Ball Seminar, but that seminar currently has only one temporary advisor, not a formal one.

That is, Ritas.

So, if I had to say something, Ritas was somewhat negligent about the banquet.

"Secondly, social dancing is a partner dance. That is to say, you can choose a partner in advance to practice with. As long as that partner's dancing level is high enough, they can make up for your shortcomings and can also provide appropriate guidance."

"Dance partner."

Elise repeated the word, then fixed her gaze on Ritas. Ritas, however, waved his hands repeatedly.

"It's not appropriate for me, as an instructor, to attend a banquet to honor the students. So, Elise, you should consider other options. I suggest you choose your companions from the Magic Ball Seminar. After all, you already have a certain level of synergy."

After listening to Ritas's advice, Elise struggled internally for a moment before nodding.

Rather than embarrassing yourself in public, showing your weaknesses to your peers might become a source of amusement or a fond memory in the future.

"While I can't actually dance with you, I can accompany you for practice."

And so, amidst the goddess of the bath's puzzled exclamation, "Eh? Little Ritas, you can dance too?", Ritas began to personally instruct Elise.

"The origins of the Libera social dance are unknown, but it is the prototype of many modern social dances. The characteristics of this dance are its relatively simple and clear steps, and the interaction between the two dancers is also relatively easy to understand. Please remember the key points of this social dance: 'active' and 'passive.' Once the male partner in the dance, that is, me, applies force towards Elise, Elise should naturally step back slightly in the direction from which the force originates. Hmm, if possible, please step back, okay?"

Without the music, in the empty classroom where Ritas was teaching basic dance steps, Elise's movements were less like holding hands and embracing her dance partner, and more like a fierce struggle with the professor.

"I've already withdrawn."

“But I can’t move you at all, Elise. You need to relax your body, don’t use too much force, and accept my guidance. Well, to start, let’s get your legs and ankles moving.”

"Oh"

Click!

The next moment, with a muffled groan, Ritas collapsed, clutching his right toe.

"Professor!" "Xiao Li——!"

Amidst the gasps of Elise and the Goddess of Bath, Ritas, who had collapsed onto the cold floor as if blown up by the cultivators, let out a long sigh.

I was careless.
How can you teach students to dance without using defensive magic?

I can't be so reckless in the future.
Earlier, Ritas had been thinking that he hadn't been to the treatment center recently, never imagining that "calamity" would be waiting for him in such a place.

(End of this chapter)