Teacher Evelyn the Forest Fey?

Why her again!

At the end of the day, he was practically graduating—so why did he still have to suffer through a pointless class like Spirit Tongue in his final semester?

Maur let out an annoyed grunt, stood up, and strode to the door, brushing past Lilith and Mavis waiting there.

"You two go ahead. I’m not scared of that Forest Fey!"

Time to drop the act—he was skipping class!

...Okay, fine. The real reason? Even if he went now, he’d definitely be late.

That wicked Forest Fey, Evelyn, would never let him off the hook. She might turn him into a pet rabbit again—right in front of everyone!

And then that terrifying Fey would cradle him against her chest and show him off to the whole class!

No way! Too humiliating. He refused.

No, no, and absolutely not!

"Minion, follow me to the library."

"Yes, Lord Maur."

Tabitha, the fox-girl stationed outside Maur’s dorm, instantly fell into step behind him with a light, cheerful pace. Her petite frame vanished completely behind his back—less a minion, more like a dangling charm. Most of the time, she barely registered.

"Hey, Maur! Stop being childish! Teacher Evelyn isn’t like those nobles who fear Athena. If you skip again, she’ll definitely—"

"Shut up, you stupid dog! I said I’m not afraid! I’ve got a plan!"

Lilith tried to protest, but Maur sped up, leaving her far behind.

"Lord Maur… are you really not going? Your Spirit Tongue grades from last semester…"

Ugh! I know, I know! Why does everyone keep bringing *that* up?!

Yes—he’d failed.

*Him*, Maur, had actually failed.

The guy who aced every final exam—even with blank papers—had failed.

Damn it! All because he’d been careless… and that stupid dog meddled!

Truth was, since enrolling at Imperial Grace Academy, Maur lived exactly as he pleased: attend class or skip, skip homework, ace exams with empty sheets. For nobles like him, academy life was just a formality. Other nobles tiptoed around reputation and discipline—but no teacher dared question Maur. He was untouchable. Free. At home.

Until he met *her*.

Most teachers and students at Imperial Grace Academy were human. Occasionally, friendly non-humans or human-blooded hybrids appeared—like Lilith, or his fox-girl minion Tabitha. Some students were beastkin too. All shared faint human traces. After all, Somaria Empire was human-ruled; humans dominated enrollment. Same for faculty.

But non-human teachers? Extremely rare.

Not because standards were strict—but few transcendent non-humans would stoop to teach fragile human teens. Unless they needed something from the Academy.

So Maur feared none of them. Only those with secrets to hide felt fear. And Maur? He had none.

He barely tolerated Lilith or Mavis, always scheming to get even.

But Teacher Evelyn was different.

She was a Forest Fey—and a powerful one with *nothing* to gain from the Academy.

He’d mistaken her for just another cautious teacher. By the time he realized his error? Too late. She’d already made him pay: turning late or sleepy Maur into harmless critters, detaining him past afternoon tea, even failing him—*coldly*.

"Minion," Maur said solemnly in the library, arms crossed. "Can any being truly have no weakness?"

"Eep!" Tabitha flinched, peering up timidly. "I-I think… all living things must have one… right?"

"Exactly!" Maur nodded firmly. "Even Legendary-tier powerhouses have flaws."

Yes—Forest Fey Evelyn was a Level 7 Legendary Spellcaster, as formidable as his fiancée Athena.

...So why would a legend stoop to teach humans she could crush with a flick?

She’d ruined his carefree school life!

Tabitha hesitated. "Lord Maur… are you planning to prank Teacher Evelyn… like you did Lord Mavis and Princess Lilith?"

"Prank?!" Maur flicked her forehead. "This isn’t a prank—it’s *revenge*! Got it, you dumb minion?"

"Eep! Y-yes! Revenge! I understand, Lord Maur!" Tears welled as she rubbed her forehead.

Maur huffed proudly. "You know every book’s location here. Find everything on Forest Fey weaknesses. Bring it to me."

"Yes, Lord Maur!"

Her tiny figure vanished between towering shelves. Moments later, she returned with a thick green-covered tome.

—*The Bard’s Continental Travelogue* (tiny script beneath the title: *That Night, We Grew Together*—unnoticed by Maur).

Seeing Maur frown at the table of contents, Tabitha stammered, "L-Lord Maur… this book has 1,048 pages. Forest Fey weaknesses appear on page 104, lines 3–4; page 472, line 5; and pages 966, lines 7–8…"

Impressive memory for a Level 2.

"Good job, minion!"

Maur flipped straight to the passages.

"Forest Fey adore fine wine. *Golden Memory Wine*—brewed from Gigi Grass, Thousand-Hand Vine, Golden Saint Tomato—is an irresistible sacred vintage?"

Hah! That stern, seemingly ascetic Forest Fey teacher… *drank*?

The text added: most Forest Fey were heavy drinkers. Drunk, they revealed hidden sides.

"Got it!" Maur snapped the book shut, eyes gleaming. "I know how to get revenge *and* fix my failing grade!"

Memory Stone. Golden Memory Wine.

With perfect timing…

Maur already pictured himself standing before the infuriating Fey, Memory Stone in hand, voice dripping with smug triumph:

"Teacher Evelyn… you wouldn’t want *this* leaking, would you?"