The villainous young master just wants to live a Buddhist-like life.

　The color is like a carriage that has stepped out of a fairy tale.

　The students in the classroom were already staring intently at the ceiling.

　As the ceiling became transparent, the pumpkin carriage came into view.

　Mitia passed through the split ceiling, drove the carriage to a stop on the platform, and then lifted the curtain to emerge from the carriage.

　Even as he bent down and walked out, his movements still stirred the heart.

　Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.

　With a charming smile, the witch removed her pointed witch's hat, letting her long, smooth, dark purple hair cascade down like a waterfall.

　The ends of her long hair were slightly curled, giving her a playful look.

　Mitia pulled her wand from her witch's hat and pointed at the carriage.

　The carriage vanished instantly amidst the rising smoke.

　Then she placed the hat on the table and said, "This week I'm one minute earlier than last week, that's progress."

　As long as your foundation is low enough, you can make progress continuously.

　Dark couldn't help but frown as he listened to Mitia's speech.

　Although this professor is truly talented, his personality doesn't seem very reliable.

　"So, the first question is, who am I?"

　Professor Mitis Bartholomew tapped his magic wand.

　One boy in the classroom raised his hand high.

　The boy looked at Professor Mitis with burning eyes and exclaimed fervently, "You are the guide of destiny, the fortune teller with starry eyes, the witch of the silver moon, my dream lover—Mitis Bartholomew!"

　“Absolutely right,” Professor Mitia said without the slightest hint of anger. “Brad Gaunt, deduct ten points. Also, I don’t think you’re really into dreaming lately.”

　She then blinked, and the boy from the Knights Academy froze, a purple crescent moon appearing on his forehead.

　Imprint.

　The crescent moon is surrounded by dark patterns, as if it is trying to lock something away.

　Brad Gunter instinctively touched his forehead, looking completely bewildered.

　Professor Mitya simply waved her wand and then plopped down on her back!

　"Snap!"

　The sound was so loud it sounded like the chair was about to crack.

　Professor Mitis, however, continued nonchalantly, "The moon is very full tonight, a time when the trajectory of fate is most evident. Has any of you tried divination?"

　But at that moment, the students in the audience were shocked by Brad Gaunt's ordeal. Whether their shock was mixed with worry, fear, or schadenfreude, no one knew.

　Sarah Swati raised her hand: "Professor, I tried divination with pebbles, but that was when I was a child."

　Mitia nodded: "Although divination with pebbles is a minor trick, it's still quite effective for predicting good or bad fortune."

　Emma Metis wasn't to be outdone: "Professor, I've tried coin divination, but it's not very accurate."

　Mitia smiled: "Coin divination has a long history, but the simpler the divination process, the higher the requirements for the diviner. After you finish my astronomy class, you may be able to be more accurate."

　Then, with a slight twitch of her eyebrows, she turned her gaze to Victor Gold in the back row and said, "We all experience all sorts of interesting things in our childhood. So, son of the hero, please answer, did you play any similar divination games in your childhood?"

　Witt paused for a moment before standing up and shaking his head, saying, "I'm sorry, Professor. I've never played divination games before."

　The witch's hat on the lectern trembled slightly.

　Mitia changed the subject, saying, "That's not a problem. Today our topic is observing the moon."

　So she waved her wand, and the closed ceiling reopened.

　The moon, which had been dim just minutes before, suddenly became unusually bright.

　Moonlight spilled down, casting shadowy figures.

Chapter 282 The Prophet's Self-Cultivation (3k)

　The students looked up at the sky, and they were all very shocked.

　The moonlight was dim not only when climbing the spiral staircase.

　When Professor Mitia flew into the classroom from the ceiling in her pumpkin carriage, they all noticed the sky, whether intentionally or unintentionally.

　The moon was not bright.

　But in such a short time, the night sky seemed to have been transformed, as if a new curtain had been drawn over it. The moon, the center of the composition, appeared larger and rounder than ever.

　This makes one feel as if Professor Mitia has performed some kind of earth-shattering magic!

　Dak squinted as he observed the moon, lost in thought.

　Throughout history, many so-called "miracles" have been demonstrated in this way.

　But in reality, it is very likely just a natural phenomenon of clouds dispersing and the moon appearing.

　Professor Mitis simply seized the opportune moment of that shift in the phenomenon.

　A qualified prophet can always seize various opportunities to showcase himself.

　Their "prophecies" are often not true "divination," but rather accurate predictions of various phenomena based on their extensive knowledge.

　After all, they have to pay a considerable price for each of their "divinations".

　If we were to "divine" every time an event occurred, then true prophets would have disappeared long ago.

　Dark vaguely remembered a famous magician saying that the core of magic actually lies in acting skills; every master magician...

　The sorcerer is a qualified actor.

　As he gradually came to understand the profession of prophet, he realized that so-called prophets were all just actors.

　Thinking about it that way, wouldn't Eevee, who's proficient in the [Special Move: Mimic], be a natural-born prophet? "emm"

　"Hee-ee-ee"

　The little Eevee in the Magic Card looked up at the night sky with curiosity on its face as Dark flicked its fingers.

　suddenly.

　A transparent, water-like film appeared on the opened ceiling.

　Strange rays of light emanating from the four boundaries divided the falling moonlight into countless tiny fragments, creating a…

　The light shone down on everyone.

　Professor Mitis waved her wand, using special magic to make fine adjustments.

　On each student's desk, a small patch of night sky appears.

　The bright moon rose and fell in the clouds, watching the clouds gather and disperse.

　Sometimes it is submerged in the clouds, sometimes it displays its beauty.

　The students looked surprised, their attention shifting from the bright moon in the sky to the projection on the table.

　At first glance, it seems as if the sky scene has been transferred to the desktop.

　It made her unable to resist reaching out her hands, carefully touching and cupping it, her excited fingers trembling slightly.

　This incredible projection magic is far beyond the reach of ordinary people.

　It's like the "moon in a well" or the "flower in a mirror"—truly astonishing.

　"What a nice view!"

　The girls' tone was filled with joy.

　Although the boys weren't making a big fuss, they were all incredibly excited.

　Humans are just that emotional.

　"The moon is a particularly important part of the celestial sphere."

　"Since ancient times, people have observed the stars and worshipped the sun and moon because the stars possess divine power."

　"Deducing destiny from the trajectory of the stars is a part of astrology."

　Professor Mitya's voice was like a stream flowing through a tranquil forest, penetrating the heart with its gentle narration, leaving an unforgettable impression.

　"Tonight's topic is to deduce the future from the moon and perform divination."

　"Now, let's take a closer look at the moon. 'Hmm, Emma Metis, is there a problem?'"

　Emma raised her hand and said, "Professor, isn't there a specific method? I mean, something like a spell or something."

　Mitia smiled, her eyes narrowing. "Yes, of course. But that's not something beginners can get into. What we need now is to find that little bit of a feel for it."

　She raised her hand, making a ring with her thumb and forefinger as a slight gesture.

　Actually.

　Divination is a talent.

　Some people are born with knowledge, while others are born with divine eyes; if they can see, they can achieve it.

　Without the necessary talent, it will be impossible to see it.

　But the potential of the human brain is immeasurable.

　The talent associated with this cannot be expressed as directly as magic.

　Therefore, it is difficult to determine whether a person has a talent for divination.

　This gives more people room for imagination.

　Some so-called "prophet" rely on that pitiful obsession to get through old age, but in the end they achieve nothing and can only survive by acting and deception.

　In short.

　Emma sat down after receiving the answer.

　The students widened their eyes and observed the bright moon on the table with even greater seriousness.

　As for whether they can glean any insight or understanding from it...

　Anyway, Dark didn't see it at all!

　He blinked, trying his best to discern the unevenness of the moon's surface from the moon on the table, but the moon's resolution was clearly insufficient.

　No matter how carefully he looked, he could only see the slight changes in the moon's brightness, the barely perceptible movement, the clouds gathering and dispersing around him, and the occasional stars that flashed in the quiet night.

　He simply couldn't imagine how he could deduce a fragmented future from such limited information.

　Perhaps he simply doesn't have the talent for it.

　Or perhaps it's because he has lost the innocence of childhood and can no longer learn astrology.

　But thankfully, he still has his sweet little Ibu!

　Dak turned the stand around and placed it on the edge of the table, facing him.

　Then, lean [Eevee!] against the stand so that Eevee could clearly see the changes in the moon.

　"Have you figured anything out?"

　Dark infused magic into the tip of the magic pen and poked Eevee's forehead.

　But Eevee shook her head vigorously, staring at him longingly.

　"Not urgent."

　Dark was quite patient, especially when supervising others.

　"Hee-ee-ee!!"

　"It's no use acting like a baby."

　Dak poked its little ears again.

　This made little Ibu look very sad.

　After several minutes of quiet observation -

　The junior mages, who couldn't even see a single thread, couldn't help but whisper among themselves.