Her companions noticed something was wrong with her, but in the current atmosphere, they did not dare speak aloud. They could only ask through magical transmission.
"What's wrong, Lady Gina?"
"My head hurts." She rubbed her temples. She had only suffered a tiny loss of mental energy, yet her entire sea of consciousness churned without end.
"I advise you to give up on dealing with the man at the podium."
"Why? We were humiliated badly back then. We were about to become the laughingstock of Dalaran. If we don't get even, we won't be able to continue our studies in Dalaran."
Not about to—they had already become a laughingstock. The elven mage kept rubbing her head. Just that brief contact had nearly torn apart her mind. He was far too strong.
"Mage Cardive, Mage Maloga, Mage Guinness, you are too weak to sense the danger beneath the surface." She earnestly warned them through magical transmission. "I have no desire to take part in your plan. But as fellow members of the Mutual Aid Society, I'll give you a warning. Don't think about dragging more people into this. Think about your families and your lives. Don't make one mistake after another. I've said all I can. Whether you listen is up to you."
The magical transmission ended. Gina Goldsword closed her eyes and meditated, calming her endlessly turbulent mind. Even when her companions' faces turned livid, she paid them no attention.
The tiny emotional fluctuations of those few people reached Shane, but they were not even worth a smile. The lesson continued.
At Violet Academy, after Shane's instruction, the human students had instead become the most obedient and respectful group. Teaching immediately went much more smoothly. He held two classes every three days, and he was now expected to complete roughly