Egisia Academy stands like a lighthouse on the Eastern Moon Continent, the finest school of magic alive under the wide sky.
In this world, half of all renowned female mages trace their roots to its moon-bright halls.
At Egisia Academy, both its teaching system and its mentors are sharp as blades and clear as spring water—the very best on the continent.
The academy rests on an island, a pearl set in blue waters, three thousand li northwest of the Eastern Moon Empire.
Ask why it was raised on an island, and the wind points back to its first tide: its founder.
Its founder, Egisia Lesfen, was born on a nameless island; orphaned young, she grew up alone amid salt wind and lean winters.
That hardship might have been bearable, but her face shone like moonlight and her gift for magic burned like a rising star.
One day after she came of age, the reigning Emperor of the Eastern Moon Empire fixed his hawk’s gaze on her.
Dread sat heavy in her chest like a sinking stone, yet she followed; who dares defy an Emperor’s carriage and gilded summons?
But she refused a life caged in the Proud Moon Palace, refused strings on her wrists and a future played like a lute.
On the wedding night, beneath red candles and a cold moon, she struck, snuffing the Emperor—and became the empire’s first woman on the throne.
In the Eastern Moon Empire, the crown is won by blood: kill the sitting Emperor, and you take his seat.
Few dare lift that blade, so history inks this law on stone: only Egisia ruled without imperial blood.
In her twilight years, boredom drifted in like autumn fog, and Egisia founded Egisia Academy to honor her home.
She built it on the island of her birth, and that once-nameless rock finally raised a banner and a name: Academy Island.
Perhaps because of that Emperor, her heart stayed cold toward men, so she made Egisia Academy a women’s school, its gates frost to male footsteps.
Time thawed that ice a little; even now, they admit no male students, but they don’t turn away every man at the gate.
To enter, a man needs a reason heavy as iron and the Headmistress’s leave; once, even a rooster would’ve been turned back.
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