The familiarity night atmosphere in the eastern garden of the Royal Astra Magic Academy gradually subsided along with time shifting showing late night.
The softly glowing crystal balls that previously emitted bright golden glows one by one dimmed their lights, leaving dim warmth blending with the increasingly cool night wind breeze.
Class 101 first-year students, previously cheering joyfully and singing together, now began tidying remaining consumption and bidding farewell to each other to return to their respective dorms with steps filled with satisfaction and deep inner relief.
Beneath the shade of ancient trees, Erin stood alone watching the remnants of the event's warmth.
Her dark blue robe waved softly blown by the night wind, and her yellow eyes radiated extraordinary calmness.
Tonight was not just a closing celebration over the tense northern border incident, but a marker that her life in this new world had rooted strongly.
She was no longer just someone riding along in someone else's body or a modern office worker confusedly lost in a foreign dimension; she was Erin Arven, a respected and beloved professor and mentor to her students.
"You don't intend to return to your bedroom yet, Professor?" a familiar heavy voice broke the night silence.
Erin turned and found Professor Adrian walking closer from the stone pathway direction, carrying remaining small note scrolls in his left hand.
Erin smiled thinly, shaking her head slowly.
"In a moment, Adrian," Erin replied in a gentle tone.
"Tonight's air feels very refreshing. I just want to enjoy this calmness for a moment before the new semester's busyness truly begins tomorrow morning."
Adrian stopped beside Erin, also directing his gaze toward the academy field now quiet and dark.
"New semester huh..." Adrian muttered softly, an implied tone of pride in his voice.
"The central council sent an official letter this afternoon. They completely retracted the investigation into your past and gave full recognition to the credibility of the first-year class curriculum you lead."
Erin was not surprised hearing it.
She knew that after what happened in the North Ice Valley, the council had no reason whatsoever to question the integrity or magical power she possessed.
However, hearing that official recognition still gave a distinct peace.
"That is good news," Erin replied briefly.
"But that recognition was not my main goal from the beginning, Adrian. I just wanted to ensure those kids could grow safely and recognize the best potential within themselves."
Adrian glanced briefly at his colleague, then chuckled—a rare laugh rarely shown to others outside the academy's internal environment.
"You know, Erin? Sometimes I forget that you are one of the youngest professors in this academy," Adrian said in a teasing tone.
"Your perspective on the magic world sometimes feels much wiser than the central council elders who have spent decades behind old books."
Erin just smiled responding to that praise, choosing not to respond excessively.
After enjoying the night's silence together for a moment, Adrian finally excused himself to return first to the instructor dorm wing, leaving Erin alone beneath the starry sky shelter.
Erin turned her body, stepping slowly leaving the eastern garden.
Yet, instead of returning straight to her preparation room on the second floor, she chose to walk along the main academy corridor illuminated by wall crystal lamp glows.
Her footsteps took her past rows of first-year classrooms, including the class 101 room where she spent most of her time educating her students.
Erin stopped for a moment before the class 101 wooden classroom door.
She pushed that door softly with her fingertips, letting it open slightly.
Inside the dark and empty room, the distinctive scent of old paper, mahogany wood, and remaining pure mana energy still felt flowing thinly in the air.
Erin stepped into the class.
She walked along the wooden desk rows one by one, touching the wooden desk surface where Leon usually sat with full confidence, the desk where Serena scribbled her analysis notes, and the bench where Kai sat with his newfound calmness.
In this place small miracles happened every day—not destructive magic miracles collapsing mountains or parting seas, but human growth miracles.
Growth from ignorance to understanding, from arrogance to humility, and from fear to courage to protect one another.
Erin stood behind the teacher's wooden podium, facing rows of empty desks arranged neatly before her.
She raised her right hand slowly, concentrating a bit of mana energy at her fingertips until emitting a soft blue light glow shining brightly in the room's darkness.
That light was not blinding; it spread warmly, illuminating every classroom corner as if giving new life to every inch of space where her students gained knowledge.
"Thank you," Erin whispered softly to the night silence, her voice trembling gently carrying infinite gratitude.
"Thank you for giving me a second chance to live, to love, and to be part of this story."
Outside the academy large window, dawn began showing signs of emergence behind the eastern horizon.
Dark purple color gradations slowly shifted to bright golden orange hues, breaking the night and welcoming a new day full of hope.
Erin took a long breath, straightened her dark blue robe, then turned off the light glow at her fingertips.
She stepped out of the classroom, closed that wooden door softly, and walked steadily along the academy corridor welcoming the morning sun rise.
At the Royal Astra Magic Academy, a new day had begun.
And for Professor Erin Arven, the most beautiful adventure in her second life as a true educator would continue, writing chapter by chapter of magical wonder, friendship, and love stories beneath the Astra Kingdom sky shelter.