Magic Academy: In the Rector's Chair

Getting into a magic academy is a dream for many. But what if you’re not an apprentice—what if you’re the rector? You have to immediately deal with a whole set of problems: keep the students in line, negotiate with banshees, and make study plans with professors. And there are also mermaids who don’t like their pond; centaurs who want to expand the grazing lands. Plus greedy dwergs who are getting entirely too bold. And I have to manage all of this—me, a forty-seven-year-old transmigrator, in the past the deputy headmistress of a school. What? I have a husband? I still wouldn’t have needed one here.