Survival Exam: Tea, Professor?

Getting into the academy of magic at the respectable age of twenty—what a nightmare! From university to an academy? Only I received an invitation to a real academy of magic! Refuse? Never! Besides, I got paired with such a handsome master.

Kids are the flowers of life, sure. But I know firsthand that they grow on the graves of masters. Especially when they’ve already properly “blossomed” and even grown thorns. And no enemy would ever wish to teach at a magic academy—though she herself got caught up in it. Better if those were real flowers... at least they don’t fall in love…