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Aidan arrived at the Magic Hall with the freshly modified weapons tucked away in his dimensional storage, making sure to hand them over to Ivy before their preparation course began. Students filtered in one by one, settling into their usual seats with the comfortable familiarity of routine.
"I've been lecturing about spiritual magic theory for nearly ten years now," Frigga announced from the stage, her voice carrying easily across the hall. "Today, we practice. Everyone except Aidan will demonstrate what you've learned." Her eyes swept across the room before settling on her most promising student. "Ivy, you're first."
"Of course," Ivy replied, shooting Aidan a knowing smile before gracefully making her way to the stage. She positioned herself beside Frigga and began her incantation, her voice steady and clear. "Padshivarakanda..."
As the spell concluded, Ivy appeared unchanged. Several students exchanged puzzled glances, wondering if the magic had failed. Then Frigga reached out to touch her—and her hand passed straight through empty air.
"What the—" Aidan spun around as someone tapped his shoulder. "When did you get back here?"
The real Ivy sat beside him, grinning at his bewildered expression. Her phantom on stage flickered and vanished.
"Excellent phantom magic," Frigga praised, applauding. "Who's next?"
A tall girl stepped forward, clutching a jasmine-like flower. As she began her incantation, a sweet floral scent wafted through the air. Aidan's eyelids grew heavy, his thoughts becoming sluggish and unfocused.
"Smell-based enchantment magic. Well executed," Frigga observed, waving her hand to dispel the lingering fragrance.
"Ow!" Aidan yelped as something struck his head. The same girl who'd been demonstrating now stood behind him, laughing as he rubbed the sore spot.
"Wake up, sleepyhead!" she teased.
Aidan's shoulders sagged in resignation. Being the only male student—and by far the youngest at that—made him an irresistible target for pranks. He couldn't help but wonder how Loki had survived his time here, surrounded by students who were centuries old while he was still practically a child by their standards.
After each student had showcased their abilities, the demonstration period finally ended.
"Everyone's mental magic has progressed admirably," Frigga announced. "Those struggling with the concepts shouldn't feel discouraged—we all have our specialties. Now then—"
"Teacher Frigga," Aidan interrupted, raising his hand. "I've been working on a spiritual magic technique. Could I demonstrate it?"
Frigga raised an eyebrow. "Haven't you only been studying spiritual magic for a week?"
"I had some prior experience," Aidan said earnestly. "I'd really like to show everyone what I've learned."
"Very well. You may demonstrate from your seat."
"Actually, this is group magic. I need to be on stage for it to work properly."
Frigga's curiosity was piqued. "In that case, come up."
Aidan walked to the center of the stage, his expression serious and focused. He began chanting, and crimson magical energy swirled around him like living flame. His form dissolved completely, replaced by a pulsing red orb that hovered in the air.
The students leaned forward, intrigued despite themselves. Their minds automatically raised defensive barriers—a sensible precaution when dealing with unknown magic.
The red energy began to dissipate like smoke, revealing what lay within.
Every woman in the hall gasped in unison, their mental defenses crumbling instantly.
"Oh my..." someone whispered.
Standing before them was a figure of masculine perfection: chiseled abs, powerful biceps, and ruggedly handsome features framed by a perfectly groomed beard. The image was so unexpectedly alluring that even the composed Frigga found herself momentarily stunned.
In that crucial moment of distraction, the dispersed red energy crept into everyone's bodies like invisible serpents. The entranced women froze, their minds temporarily hijacked.
Aidan moved with supernatural speed, producing a paint pen from nowhere and appearing before each student in rapid succession. Red circles around the eyes, dots at the corners of mouths, painted-on mustaches—he worked with the efficiency of a master artist.
Only Frigga remained aware enough to witness the spectacle, though she was too shocked to intervene. Her amazement peaked when Aidan produced a camera from his storage space.
Click!
The camera's flash broke the spell. The women blinked in confusion as the seductive vision vanished, leaving only familiar young Aidan holding a photograph that was already developing in his hands.
"Thanks for the memories!" he called out cheerfully, tearing open a portal with practiced ease.
"Wait, you little—" someone began, but Aidan had already vanished through the dimensional rift.
The hall fell into bewildered silence as the students looked at each other with growing suspicion.
"Pfft... ahahahaha!" Frigga finally lost her composure, bursting into laughter at the sight of pairs of painted faces staring at each other in complete confusion.
The students began chuckling at each other's appearance before the horrible realization struck them. Mirrors appeared in hands with magical speed.
"AHHHHHHH!" The collective shriek could probably be heard in neighboring realms. "That sneaky Midgardian!" "Coward!" "When I get my hands on him, I'll—" "You've got drool on your chin..."
Chaos erupted as everyone frantically scrubbed at their faces.
"I think that's enough for today's lesson!" Frigga declared, still chuckling as she left the mayhem behind.
Frigga made her way to Odin's chambers, eager to share the day's entertainment. But before she could speak, her husband looked at her with concern.
"My dear, what happened to your face?"
Frigga's blood ran cold. She conjured a mirror and gasped—her reflection showed expertly applied makeup: elegant red eyeshadow and subtle powder that actually made her look years younger.
"That clever little troublemaker..." she muttered, shaking her head with grudging admiration.
"What happened?" Odin asked, genuinely curious.
"Aidan demonstrated what he called 'charm magic' today," Frigga explained.
"Aidan? Charm magic?" The incongruity wasn't lost on Odin.
"He used some kind of transformation technique..." Frigga recounted the entire incident, unable to suppress her laughter even as she described her own manipulation.
Meanwhile, Aidan materialized outside Ivy's lighthouse-shaped home. Uncle Warren had been patiently waiting for his return for the past week.
"Uncle Warren! It's Aidan!" he called, knocking on the door.
Hurried footsteps approached, and Warren's kind face appeared in the doorway. "You're here early—shouldn't you be in class?"
"We finished early today. I brought you something special." Aidan produced the crimson dagger, holding it up for inspection.
Warren's eyes lit up. "Excellent! I've been anxiously awaiting news. Come in, come in."
"I told you my enchantment skills were top-notch," Aidan said, tossing the weapon to Warren as he entered. He then retrieved the longbow and spear from his dimensional storage.
Warren examined the dagger admiringly. Compared to its original form, the weapon now bore intricate black runic patterns etched along its length.
"I've infused it with dark energy," Aidan explained, settling at the table. "It now generates a transparent spatial blade extension. The blade activates automatically when you attack." The dark energy had been a gift from his master, the Ancient One—or perhaps more accurately, a loan with very generous terms.
Warren tested the dagger, stabbing toward the wooden table. Mid-thrust, the engraved runes flared to life, and a translucent blade materialized at the weapon's tip. The extension added roughly thirty centimeters to its reach, transforming it into a short sword. Though called a 'space blade,' it resembled a flat panel of pure energy that could phase through most materials with ease. The table was already pierced before the physical dagger reached it.
"Now for the spear," Aidan continued, picking up the weapon and twisting its handle. The shaft extended by half a meter. He demonstrated several fluid spear techniques in the confined space. "Since you lack defensive options, I've enchanted the spear with protective magic."
He positioned the spear across his chest and made a subtle gesture. A golden magic circle materialized before them, glowing with protective energy.
"The defensive enchantment isn't incredibly powerful since most of the weapon's magic focuses on the spearpoint. It can withstand approximately three tons of force." The circle faded as he returned the spear to its original length and handed it to the eager Warren.
Warren thrust experimentally with the weapon, clearly overwhelmed by its capabilities.
"Finally, the longbow," Aidan said, amused by Warren's excitement. He lifted the elegant weapon. "Simply draw the string, and it automatically forms energy arrows."
Aidan activated his bio-suit's arm protection and demonstrated, pulling back the bowstring. A crackling energy arrow materialized, ready to fire.
After completing his demonstrations, Aidan turned to the thoroughly impressed Warren with a suggestion.
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