The Villain Professor's Second Chance

Chapter 66: What? A Ceremony?

"What's happening?" Ignis's voice whispered from inside her robe, his tone curious and slightly impatient.

"I don't know," Amberine muttered back, feeling the fire spirit's heat radiate against her chest. She glanced around, looking for someone who might have answers. Spotting a fellow neophyte, she tapped her on the shoulder. "Do you know what's going on?"

The student turned, her eyes bright with excitement. "We're supposed to head to the grand auditorium. It's the opening ceremony for the semester. They do it a few weeks in so we're not too distracted by clubs right away."

Amberine nodded, thanking her before making her way toward the auditorium. Around her, students were abuzz with anticipation, their conversations a blend of speculation and enthusiasm.

"An opening ceremony," she murmured, half to herself and half to Ignis.

"Sounds like a big deal," Ignis remarked, a hint of excitement creeping into his voice.

Amberine tried to recall the layout of the Magic Tower University. Despite having been there for a few weeks, the sheer size and complexity of the campus often left her feeling disoriented. She took a deep breath, determined to find her way without getting lost.

The corridors seemed to twist and turn, each one looking almost identical to the last. She passed through halls lined with portraits of esteemed magicians and shelves filled with ancient tomes. The architecture was a blend of the arcane and the practical, with walls adorned in intricate carvings and runes that pulsed faintly with latent magic.

Amberine stopped a group of students who looked like they knew where they were going. "Excuse me, could you point me towards the grand auditorium?"

One of them, a tall boy with a friendly smile, nodded. "Sure! It's just up ahead. Take the next left, then a right at the hall of elemental statues. You can't miss it."

"Thanks," Amberine replied, grateful for the directions. She hurried along, following the path they'd described.

As she turned the corner, she found herself in a vast hall filled with statues, each one representing a different elemental force. The statues were imposing, their forms carved with such detail that they seemed almost alive. She paused for a moment, awestruck by the sight.

"Wow," she breathed. "Look at these, Ignis. They're incredible."

Ignis hummed appreciatively. "They certainly are. The craftsmanship is superb. But we should keep moving if we don't want to be late."

Amberine nodded and pressed on, finally spotting the grand auditorium in the distance. The structure loomed ahead, its towering spires and grand entrance making it unmistakable. She joined the growing stream of students heading inside, feeling a mix of relief and anticipation.

The crowd thickened as they approached the grand auditorium, a towering structure that loomed over the campus. Amberine had passed by it many times, but this was the first time she would see its interior. The doors stood wide open, and streams of students flowed inside, their robes a kaleidoscope of colors. Neophytes like herself mingled with Magisters, Mystics, and even the elusive Enlightened.

Knights in their course uniforms moved among them, their presence adding an air of solemnity to the lively throng.

Amberine's eyes widened as she entered the auditorium. The vast hall was illuminated by floating orbs of light, casting a soft, ethereal glow over the assembled students. The ceiling arched high above, painted with a mural depicting the history of magic. Rows upon rows of seats stretched out before her, filling quickly as students and faculty members took their places.

"Wow," Ignis whispered, his voice filled with awe. "This place is incredible."

Amberine nodded silently, her eyes scanning the crowd. She noticed the robes of higher-ranking students and faculty members, each more ornate than the last. There was a sense of hierarchy even in their attire, a visual representation of their place within the university's structure. She found a seat near the front, hoping for a good view of the stage.

As the seats filled, a hush fell over the auditorium. The room dimmed, and a spotlight illuminated the stage. The ceremony began with a series of performances—magical displays of elemental prowess, illusions that dazzled the eye, and enchanting melodies that seemed to weave through the air like silk. Each act was met with thunderous applause, the students enthralled by the spectacle.

Amberine watched in rapt attention, her earlier frustrations momentarily forgotten.

The first performance featured a group of Magisters demonstrating elemental magic. Flames danced in intricate patterns, forming phoenixes and dragons that soared across the stage. Water spiraled into the air, creating cascading waterfalls and shimmering rainbows. The audience gasped as the Magisters combined their powers, merging fire and water into a magnificent display of steam and light.

Next, a Mystic took the stage, her presence commanding and serene. She began to weave an illusion, transforming the stage into a forest bathed in moonlight. The trees seemed to sway in a gentle breeze, and ethereal creatures flitted among the branches. Amberine could almost feel the cool night air and hear the rustling leaves.

The illusion was so convincing that it drew the audience into a collective dream, leaving them in awe when it finally dissipated.

Following the illusionist, a group of neophytes presented a synchronized spellcasting routine. Their movements were precise and elegant, each gesture releasing bursts of colorful magic. They created a series of geometric patterns in the air, the spells intertwining and forming a luminous tapestry. The complexity and coordination required were impressive, showcasing the students' dedication and skill.

The final performance was a musical enchantment by the university's choir, known for their ability to infuse music with magic. As they sang, their voices harmonized perfectly, and the air around them seemed to shimmer. The melodies carried subtle enchantments, filling the audience with a sense of peace and wonder.

The choir's performance ended with a crescendo that left the hall vibrating with energy, and the applause was deafening.

Amberine couldn't tear her eyes away from the stage. The performances had transported her to a different world, making her forget her earlier frustrations and the pressure she felt. She was filled with a renewed sense of purpose and excitement for what lay ahead.

The performances were followed by welcoming speeches from various faculty members, each one expressing their excitement for the new semester and the potential they saw in their students. Amberine listened intently, absorbing every word. The faculty spoke of the importance of perseverance, the value of curiosity, and the power of unity.

Each speech was met with enthusiastic applause, the energy in the room growing with each speaker.

"And now," the master of ceremonies announced, his voice echoing through the hall, "please welcome the Chancellor of Magic Tower University, along with the esteemed members of the university senate."

The room buzzed with anticipation as a grand procession began. Two knights in gleaming armor led the way, their steps measured and precise. Behind them, a dozen more knights, seemingly made of stone, marched in perfect formation. They flanked the chancellor and the senate members, creating an imposing yet awe-inspiring sight.

The chancellor, a figure with long gray hair, spectacles, and a flowing beard, walked with an air of authority. His robe, adorned with intricate symbols and shimmering threads, set him apart as a figure of immense power and wisdom. Behind him, the senate members followed, each one wearing the special robes that marked their high status within the university.

These influential figures were known not only for their academic prowess but also for their remarkable magical abilities.

Amberine couldn't help but be mesmerized by the procession. The entrance was grand, almost theatrical, and it had the intended effect on the students. As the chancellor and the senate members took their places on the stage, the students' admiration and respect were palpable.

Among the senate members, Amberine spotted Draven. His cold, analytical gaze swept over the crowd, and she could hear murmurs from the students around her.

"He's so handsome," one girl whispered to her friend.

"I've heard his lectures are incredible," another added. "Everyone's talking about how brilliant he is."

Amberine snorted quietly, her earlier irritation bubbling to the surface. Despite his undeniable skill and intelligence, she couldn't forget that Draven was the man she believed had killed her father. Yet, she couldn't deny the strange charisma he exuded, the way he commanded attention without effort.

"He does have a certain… presence," Ignis admitted from his hiding place.

"Charismatic? Really?" Amberine muttered, unable to hide her annoyance.

"Well, he's got everyone's attention, doesn't he?" Ignis pointed out. "You have to admit, he's not what you expected."

Amberine gritted her teeth, the fire spirit's words striking a nerve. "He's nothing like what I imagined," she conceded reluctantly.

As the chancellor took his place at the front of the stage, the master of ceremonies gestured for silence. The room fell into a respectful hush, all eyes fixed on the chancellor.

"Welcome, students and faculty, to the realm of magic and wonders," the chancellor began, his voice resonating with a deep, commanding tone.