All MILFs are Mine

Solvayne House Dormitory

"Hmm… This is just a minor injury from using too much mana. Try not to cast high-level spells without a proper magic wand or orb to control the mana flow," Aria said as she examined the burnt hand of a senior-year noble student.

"Y-Yes, Ma'am," the girl replied with an embarrassed look.

"Alcastos... Pherminuem."

As soon as Aria chanted the words, a mid-level healing spell activated, rapidly mending the girl's injury.

Within five minutes, her hand was completely healed.

"You're all good now. Go and tell your father Aria said, 'Hi,'" she said with a smile.

"Yes, Ma'am. Thank you." The student bowed and exited the room. Two students in green robes walked in just as she left.

One of them was Fredrick. The other, his friend, was helping him walk. Fredrick's face was soaked in blood—it wasn't stopping.

"What the hell?" Aria's eyes widened in shock. Injuries like this were common among Drakemor House students, but not Virellis—and definitely not among first-years.

"What happened? Why is he this hurt?" Aria stood up from her chair and rushed over.

"A-A commoner… punched him, Ma'am," Fredrick's friend replied while helping him lie down on the bed.

"Alcastos... Pherminuem."

Aria chanted the spell again, and the healing process began.

"I… I'll tell my father and have that bastard killed. His whole damn family too," Fredrick muttered, rage boiling in his eyes as he clenched his fists.

"What fun is there in that?" Aria replied, her tone disturbingly calm. "You have him and his entire family killed—whether publicly or secretly—and the filthy commoners walking these sacred academy grounds, built by our noble ancestors, will still feel safe. They'll still believe they're untouchable here."

"Then… what do you suggest, Ma'am?" Fredrick asked, confused.

"Challenge him to an in-house friendly duel. I'll lend you an artifact that enhances your physical strength and agility. With that, I'm confident you can crush him. The duel will take place here in our House's ring to ensure proper… atmosphere. It's your choice: kill him quietly and take your revenge—or humiliate him so thoroughly that no commoner will ever dare raise their head before a noble in this academy again."

Fredrick's lips curled into a smile. "I'll do as you say, Ma'am. But… he's a non-attending student. He could just vanish from the academy after the duel."

"Leave that to me," Aria said, smiling darkly. "As a senior instructor, I have special authority to revoke his non-attending and hostel privileges. I'll make his life miserable."

"Then I'll challenge him," Fredrick said with growing confidence. "And I'll make every commoner here fear my name."

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One Hour Later – Solvayne House

"If I fail this year's assignment again, I'm out of my father's will for good. I don't want to repeat fourth year again… Why the hell did I get a healer class?" Clint muttered, scratching his head as he walked back to his room.

Suddenly, he noticed a large group of students heading in the opposite direction, chatting excitedly.

"Yeah, I don't think he stands a chance."

"What's he gonna do? Beg on his knees? Hahaha."

"A commoner? These guys are getting too bold."

"Oi… Where are you all going?" Clint asked, confused as he stopped them.

"S-Senior Westwood… We're going to watch the duel between two alchemists from House Virellis," one student replied, bowing respectfully. Clint was, after all, the second son of the Westwood Family—7-star nobles.

"Then why this way? Isn't the Virellis gate on the northeast side?" Clint asked, pointing.

"No, Senior. The duel's happening in our House's ring."

"What? I thought it was an in-house duel?" Clint asked, now even more confused.

"It is… but Madam Aria decided to hold it here. Since one alchemist is a noble and the other's a commoner, she wants to… send a message to our House's commoners."

"I see..."

"You coming, Senior?"

"Yeah, sure. Not like I have anything better to do. Might as well watch some commoner dog get beaten to the dirt," Clint replied with a smirk.

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Solvayne House's Duel Ring

Students from all years and both houses filled the area around the ring.

Inside stood Fredrick and Leon, facing each other with focused expressions.

Malkof watched from the north side of the ring, while Aria stood on the south.

"Here," Aria said, handing a small white pendant to Fredrick. "Keep this in your pocket. It'll boost your defense by 20% and agility by 30%."

"Thank you, Ma'am," Fredrick said, pocketing it.

"Go crush that commoner."

A student stepped into the ring to announce the rules:

"Three rules:

First—No killing, under any circumstance.

Second—If you step out of the ring or admit defeat, the match ends immediately.

Third—Everything else is fair game. Magic, swords, potions, even summoned familiars."

The announcer exited the ring.

"FIGHT!" Aria shouted.

Fredrick bolted toward Leon with surprising speed.

Hup

He jumped and delivered a full-powered punch to Leon's face.

PAW

THUD

Leon hit the ground, blood dripping from his mouth.

"How do you like that, you fucking commoner?!" Fredrick sneered.

Leon slowly reached into his pocket.

"He's pulling a weapon! Back off!" Aria shouted.

"What the—?!" Fredrick leapt back, taking a defensive stance.

But Leon only pulled out a small healing potion.

Pop

He uncorked it and drank it down.

Gulp-gulp-gulp

Then stood up, smiling.

"Weak fuck," he muttered, his grin widening.

The crowd fell silent, confused.

"What did you just say?" Fredrick screamed, charging again and delivering another brutal punch to the same spot.

PAW

THUD

Leon went down—but drank another potion.

"I said you're a fucking idiot who doesn't—"

Thud!

Fredrick's boot slammed into his gut.

Guahh

Leon coughed blood but smiled again, chugging another potion.

"What kind of moron keeps taunting a noble after getting beat down? And where's he getting all those potions?" Clint asked, baffled.

"I'll fucking kill you!" Fredrick howled and kicked Leon again.

Thud

Ghawk...

Blood sprayed. The crowd looked away in disgust.

"Yes… Very good. Break his legs so he never dares stand again," Aria said, delighted.

"Hit harder, motherfucker! Or did your cow-titted mom never feed you milk?" Leon taunted as he downed another potion.

'No—he's trying to get himself killed so Fredrick doesn't go after his family… I need to stop this,' Malkof thought, stepping forward. But before he could speak, Fredrick grabbed Leon's throat and slammed him to the ground.

THUD

"You worthless dog! Don't you dare talk about my mother!" Fredrick shouted, kicking Leon's gut again and again.

Kick-kick-kick-kick-kick

"No! He'll die! Sir Fredrick, if he dies, you'll be suspended!" Malkof shouted.

"I don't care! I'm killing this insect now!"

"Yes… remind them of their place," Aria whispered, smiling darkly.

Fredrick stepped back to admire his work as Leon wasn't moving anymore.

"I am Fredrick Woodmen, son of Paul Woodmen, and if any of you—"

He stopped mid-sentence.

The crowd wasn't looking at him anymore.

They were looking behind him.

Fredrick turned… and froze as his eyes widened in shock.

Leon was standing again, holding three healing potions in between his fingers.

Pop-pop-pop

He chugged them all and wiped the blood from his face.

Then slicked his hair back with a bloodied hand.

"Oi… You ever hear of the Law of Conservation of Energy?" Leon asked, smiling.

"What?" Fredrick blinked in confusion, as did the crowd.

"Energy can neither be created nor be destroyed— it can only be transferred from one form to another. You didn't get it, huh? Let me show you an example."

Leon tossed an empty vial at Fredrick.

Fredrick dodged instinctively, turning to his right.

"Blind spot."

By the time he looked back—Leon was gone.

"What the hel—?"

WHOOSH

Leon reappeared right in front of him, his palm pressed onto Fredrick's chest.

"How did—?"

"Release."

Leon twisted his hand slightly.

A massive shockwave burst from his palm.

BOOOOM

Fredrick was sent flying out of the ring immediately.

Thud-thud-thud-thud-thud

He lost consciousness mid-air. Blood spilled from every hole in his body—even from under his fingernails.

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[Name: Reverberate]

[Rank: F]

[Level:1]

[Usage: 1/5]

[Description: When used, this skill will start to collect energy in Host's Body, whenever he is struck with or by an object.

On every hit, this skill will store 4% energy of the opponent's attack power into Host's body as potential energy and can be released later on command as Kinetic Energy.

Skill can be Leveled up and with every level up the energy Stored will be increased by 1%.] [Mana: 50mana/ Use.]

[Cooldown: 5 minutes.]

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"I hope, I have earned back my Non-Attending Privilege after this, right ?" Leon asked as he looked at Malkof's shocked face.

"H-Huh... Y-Yes, You can go now." Malkof replied with a confused expression as he immediately started running towards Fredrick's unconscious body.

Before leaving the ring... Leon looked at Aria one last time and gave her a smirk.

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