Chapter 8

“Do not become limp, do not become limp ... Get together, rag! Come home, cry and laugh at the situation. Yes, what really ... immediately to the tavern! Striptease!!! I dreamed for a long time, everything was hindered by modesty, ”I mentally conducted an auto-training session for myself.

Deirdre, meanwhile, adjusted her dress, smiled at herself in her pocket mirror, and setting it aside on the edge of the table beside her bed, she left the room.

I decided to take a look around and put myself and my thoughts in order along the way. The room was built in a corner: the central corner was decorated with four desks, according to the number of residents. And on the side corners there are two beds, rather big beds. Although there is nothing to be surprised about, maybe fantasy orcs live here, but they, judging by the shooters of our world, are huge.

“I still have some kind of wrong reaction to what is happening,” I thought, “neither fainting, nor hysteria ... really working with my boss and colleagues tempered so much that getting into a fairy tale is akin to a vacation with ... role-playing content? And what? A tour would be cool: plunge into the atmosphere of fantasy, feel the difference between reality and the fabulous performance of our actors of your most secret desires ... Are you tired of the sea already? Then come to us, we will arrange you at the highest level! ... No, my reaction is normal, now the hysteria has imperceptibly rolled up. La-la-la, and I've lost my mind ... ”- giggling nervously, I went and sat down on the first bed to the right of the door.

Trrrah!!! - this is the door of our room slammed against the wall and safely ordered to live long, showered with sawdust. And behind her stood a little girl with two thick black pigtails. If not for adult intelligent eyes, one could say that she was twelve years old at the most. So, still a girl, not a girl. We know such people, I have a friend who has one. It looks like a stretch of sixteen, but she herself has three children, a husband and two lovers. So I did not deceive myself, I only looked sadly at the door that had left us.

The girl turned her nose, looked at me warily, and hastily entered.

- Terrible death, mortal! - this miracle gave out nicely.

“And you will die in terrible agony, girl,” I went nuts.

“I am Nitrinak Pros, future necromancer mage. Don't worry about the door, I have spontaneous outbursts of power, if someone brings it, daddy will send workers - they will do it. I already sent him a message, - the necromashka singled out the last bed free from clothes and plopped down on it.

Why not fix it with magic? - the question escaped me.

“Well… ejections of necromancer magic have a detrimental effect on the structure of objects… let’s say I can fix it myself, but it’s unlikely that anyone from our room will like the door that draws vitality.” What department are you in? Although no, don’t say, and so, according to the spell-guide, I see the magic of air. Only our University does not separate magicians according to directions in dormitories, such as the rallying of magicians and so on. I think this is incorrect, because werewolves can kill wolves, after all, - philosophically issued Nitrinak.

-Yes, okay? - well, just a day of shocks.

-Kidding. Ignore it, I couldn't resist. Excuse me, but you can see that you are from the village. Hair of this shade has not been worn in cities for a long time, a sign of lack of taste and so on.

“This is my natural color, whoever doesn’t like it, let them go through the forest,” I said calmly. Come on, I have long been immune from all kinds of jokes about appearance, “I’m not even sixteen already,” as my grandmother used to say, to be offended.

- Who are our neighbors?

- Elf and wood evil spirits, - I said to the girl, - Listen, when do you go to take books?

- Yes, even now, only in a couple of minutes there will be lunch, so let's go to the dining room. You are still allowed to bring your own things only from the second year, so we will grab the uniform on the way from the canteen.

It's amazing how fast time flies - it's lunch time! And we went. In essence, this necromashka turned out to be a normal girl. She was, she said, thirty-five years old. In this world, the duration of life and youth directly depends on the amount of magic that the magician can use, this is also enlightened me by the necromashka. Along the way, neighing over me, from which hole I crawled out, if I don’t know this.

The dining room was located on the second floor and occupied half of the left wing of the building. Oh, it's huge, you can't even see where the tables end. The distribution tape stretches almost from the very entrance. In addition to us, there were already several students in the dining room, they were sitting not far from the exit and were discussing something. We grabbed our food and sat down at a table. It's good that they sat down, there was such a roar that the tables vibrated.

-What is it? I was horrified.

- The sound of a bell, - starting to eat, said Nitrinak, - the rector warned.

“I’ll have to look through the collection of their inventions, otherwise my understanding of the bell and this roar is very different,” I didn’t have time to think through this thought, as the dining room was immediately filled with students I don’t want to.

I ate intently and thought how strange a story had happened to me.

“It’s interesting, but my relatives are already looking for me or they decided that I went on vacation without notifying them” - yes, there was such a sin for me. Once, my friends and I left for Turkey for the weekend without warning our parents. We were twenty, hormones are raging, the sea is knee-deep. Since then, the brains have really increased, but my parents, expressing their extremely negative attitude, warned me that they did not intend to worry anymore, and if I was old enough that I was leaving without warning, then the attitude towards me would be appropriate. Since then, I have received scolding only in the absence without good reason at family holidays.

Then I had an itch between my shoulder blades, unconsciously scratched and reached for a glass of tea, but the itch was repeated, as if someone was watching. I turned around, Eltan Turavion was looking at me point-blank. This magical superwoman, as she was described to me earlier in front of the university fence, picked up a tray and headed to our table.

‍​Without asking permission, she sat down beside us and stared into my eyes.

- You have an interesting combination of magical channels. I can only trace their beginning, I have not seen this before, - she said in a very low chest voice.

Necromashka seemed to have become even smaller and tried not to attract attention to herself.

-Where are you from? Eltan continued. At the same time, it was as if they put a hoop on my head and began to squeeze it, it happens with a headache, - I didn’t understand where your thoughts are? Are you completely stupid and have no thoughts? - this ... rubbish said with a frown.

- From afar. Stop, please, I can’t stand a headache, - I said slowly boiling. What would such a wish for this ... this one, since self-mutilation is directly forbidden to me “Oh, this sweet commandment “Thou shalt not kill!”.

-You feel? Interesting, very, very interesting, - she extended her hand and patted me on the cheek, stunning me even more, - what a sweet little man. What are you hiding?

I took her hand away from me and realized that this was it, damn the kitten! Can't interact directly? It doesn't matter, she will like my fantasy.

“So that every man you meet will gently pat you on the cheek,” I wished from the bottom of my heart, “let the desire be irresistible, regardless of the status and age of the man.”

-Nothing. Sorry, we have to go, - grabbing the necromashka under her elbow, she moved towards the exit, leaving Eltan thoughtfully examining her palm.

- You know, I'm starting to be afraid of you, - the necromashka suddenly gave out, - in empires, few people can resist it. When she appears within a meter radius, everyone feels her will. I couldn't even move until you pulled me over.

“Don’t be afraid of me,” I said, slapping her on the shoulder, and she took note of what she said, “I have a rule: don’t touch me, I won’t touch.

We safely received three sets of uniform robes, underwear (three haha, I'd like to wear that! ruffled pantaloons and a corset, ugh!) and shoes. They took it to the room and went to the library for books.

Having received her kit, the necromashka ran into the room, saying goodbye that she felt the arrival of her father's workers. I handed over some of my books to her, put the remaining two in the bag I had given out earlier and went deeper into the library to see what was there.

“Neither what a collection!” I mentally whistled. Admiringly examining the library, she did not even pay attention to how she went so far that even the light here is not as bright as at first. And then I heard a rustle and a biting sound of impact, after the fall. Trying not to give herself away, she slowly peered over the next rack.

Behind him stood a guy from the dean's office that I had seen earlier and a girl kneeling in front of him with her head down. The guy was calm, but it was felt that he was dissatisfied with something. Once again she looked at the girl, at the guy, philosophically deciding that everyone is free to brighten up their leisure time in their own way, she already wanted to go towards the exit from the library, as she recognized the girl's voice.

- I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I can’t return to the clan, don’t give me away, - Natael, who seemed to be an unbending elf, said in a broken voice.

“There is no reason for me to help you, the lower daughter of the head of the Darkbow clan,” Rafanter di Traz rumbled.

-I agree to all! Even ... even for slavery to you, - the elf said in a shrunken voice.

"You're not interesting to me," Raph said irritably.

- A girl settled with us, an unusual girl, she interested Eltan, I can ..., - the elf did not have time to finish, as the dragon stopped her with a wave of his hand.

- Eltan you say, interestingly, well. Monthly term of slavery by agreement. And now you're free," he finished sharply. The elf was shrouded in gray mist and on her arms and neck I saw reflections of transparent smoky bracelets, - No one will see your position, but you will not be able to disobey any of my orders.

The dragon melted into the air, and the elf remained on her knees, sobbing and looking into the void, but more relaxed or something.

“So, it’s time to do my legs too,” I decided, stepping back behind a rack with books, as I felt that someone’s arms were clasping me from behind.‌

Chapter 9

Somewhere on earth.

Four men sat at a table by the window in a retro-style cafe. Ordinary-looking men, the only thing that drew attention to them was the presence of colored curls in their hairstyles. Their relaxed postures and the presence of light drinks indicated that they were finishing their meal.

-Do you think Mirrana will forgive us? Will he return? We returned Ithas the magician of dreams, - asked the one whose curl was purple.

“Until the girl picks up the Book, we still won’t know,” answered with a green strand in his hair.

“You can force things, friends,” he continued enthusiastically with a red strand.

- It's not worth it, Ogas, Mirrana, leaving too clearly marked the way of our forgiveness. And, I give the comb, this bitch will keep her word if we do not follow her will this time too. Well, tell Izas and Prias, what unfinished demon did you not share when you tried to deceive her, showing that you were in love with Mirrana? - the last man with a blue strand turned to the first two with displeasure.

-Neas, you and Ogas didn't do well either! When they annoyed Mirrana with their attention! - retorted Izas, - It was necessary to create such perfection and then lose control over it?!

“Everyone excelled,” Prias raised his hands conciliatoryly, “We have been waiting for five hundred years, it’s not worth waiting for us for a few more years. Mirrana said, since we are not able to appreciate what we have, then we need to find someone who can. "Only pure dream magic, not shackled by a goat... let's drop her epithet, dragons into bracelets of submission, is able to return her to us, Mirrana." We sensed the girl sent to Ithas at the same time, which means she has strong dream magic potential. More than previous Heralds, anyway. And, if she is what we need, then we will not interfere with the fulfillment of the will of Mirrana. I only hope for your discretion, friends, do not appear in front of her!

- It is very necessary, - Ogas expressed a general thought, - of course, she looks like Mirrana, but we know that this is not her.

- Is anyone following her? Prias stated.

- I, - Izas raised a blurred look from his glass, - when transferring from this world and activating her magic, I supplemented her with the ability to draw my reserve in emergency situations, until this happens, therefore everything is fine.

-What did you do?! Ogas wondered.

-Moron! - Prias and Neas were synchronously indignant.

- We were bound by a spell to a joint reserve when Mirrana disappeared, and we tried to keep her! As far as I remember, then no one bothered to remove this spell, - Neas hissed. “Which means that this girl is now…

"...has direct power over us, or a magical leash, if it's simple," Ogas finished philosophically.

-Now the main thing is that she herself does not find out, and the sooner Mirrana returns, the sooner we can free ourselves from this leash, Trrrash! Prias swore.‌Chapter 10

I started. She slowly turned her head and stumbled upon the condescending smile of a man of Asian appearance, only darker than we have on Earth. Slanted dark eyes, long dark bangs falling over the right eye and a normal earthy hairstyle.

Have you seen miles? - Continuing to smile, the man asked. - Ree Gray, dean of your faculty, they call you to the rector, and since I was the closest to you, I decided to get acquainted and bring you, - then he let me go and, before I even had time to say a word, we were standing near the door with the inscription "Nartusan Wess Colphrey, Chancellor of Magic University".

The doors opened and we went inside. No secretarial waiting room for you, no sofa to wait on. Although, this is a magical world, most likely they have their own ways to make the visitor wait.

In front of the massive table sat the same figurine of Eltan wrapped in a cloak, the last time I saw it in the dining room. The rector himself stood near the window and sipped from a cup of something fragrant smelling of mint, looked into the distance. As soon as we entered the office, the rector and Eltan turned to me.

“Here, mier rector, after we talked with her in the dining room, all the men began to stroke my cheeks,” the elf pointed at me angrily.

And the dean slowly reached her, patted her cheek, and leaving the taken aback elf, gave out embarrassedly:

-Sorry, it's impossible to resist. I don’t understand what kind of spell, I can only say that it doesn’t bring anything negative for you, dear Eltan Turavion.

-Yes, you understand! Okay, I can tolerate my family doing this, but EVERYONE does it! From the emperor to the beggar whom Providence somehow presented before me. And worst of all, my future husband, laughing, said that apart from the puppy feeling of tenderness, I no longer evoke anything in him! - hissed the elf. - You! Get me out of this! Otherwise, I will execute without the right to speak!!!

“We didn’t just talk, as Eltan Turavion would like to say,” I objected, “she allowed herself to touch me. I didn't cast any spells, it must have been someone else who cast a spell on her.

“The student is not lying,” the dean said in surprise. - Tell me, Lana, what did you feel when respected Eltan touched you?

“Indignation,” I did not hide, “perhaps this was the catalyst for some kind of adjustment of the world to transfer everything into the form of such ... treatment,” I snorted.

-Can you fix it? - said the rector.

“Perhaps I didn’t try,” I did not hide, “only why should I do this if your protégé threatens me with execution?”

“These are emotions,” the rector said with pressure, looking at the elf, it seemed to me, or did a tail move from under his robes ...?! - nothing like that will happen. Student Turavion has no right to execute within the University!

-And outside - kapets kitten ?! So I mean, I can't get out of the building? I clarified.

All three looked at each other, while the rector, passing by the elves, also stroked her cheek. The elf didn't even twitch, just tiredly followed him with her eyes.

"I won't touch you, I promise you," the elf growled.

-Treaty! I don’t like omissions, - I blurted out, I don’t know how they solve problems here, but if there is slavery, well, they ...

- Well, there will be an agreement, - the rector answered for Eltan. And in front of me a sheet of paper hung in the air, on which text began to appear in small handwriting, though I didn’t even understand the letters from the text.

-What's this?! - I was indignant, - I can't read anything!

The rector was surprised, but said nothing, snapped his fingers and the text became readable.

“I, the emperor’s niece, .. blah blah blah, I pledge not to execute Lana West, blah blah blah, so what is this ... as long as she fulfills my will and the empire”

-What's this?! I asked, straining my words, pointing to the very bottom of the document.

- And in appearance the village is a village, - the dean said respectfully. - How do you want it to sound?

- The wording “I undertake not to execute” is enough!!! And to sign with blood! I added ominously.

-It's impossible! - Eltan sharply raised her head, - this is against the rules, you are nobody! You have no right to demand this.

- Well, - I put both hands in front of me, - then stay with this treatment. Then I again felt pressure on my temples, only this time it was three times stronger, I looked closer and examined three transparent bundles stretching from everyone in the room to me.

“Tired! Since I can in this world by wishing to get something I want, I wish that their head hurt, and not mine. And since I can’t wish bad things, then let them experience all the sensations of interference in other people’s heads on themselves, ”I decided.

And one should have seen the sharply subdued faces of these radish magicians when the tourniquets unfolded and dug into their own heads.

-Trrranes! What? - the rector was indignant. - for the first time such infernal sensations! You have a terrible magic West! I can’t determine which one yet, but give it time, I’ll figure it out, but for now, here, he materialized another sheet in front of me, on which everything was written correctly, - Turavion, signature!

The elf silently cut her finger with a knife from the table and applied it to the document, the latter flared up and glowed green.

-Lana, you are free, - said the rector, giving me the document.

I went out, walked ten paces along the corridor towards the blank wall, stretched out my hand to it to set the place of my final journey, but, after thinking, returned back to the office.

“I wish I could hear what they are talking about now,” she thought.

-...become a friend, a senior assistant, a "vest", seduce, in the end, but this magician must be faithful to us! You are a metamorph! Find out what preferences this nondescript girl has and go ahead, for the benefit of the empire! - muffled broadcast the rector.

"I'll think about it," the dean of the Faculty of Air replied with restraint. Then I heard confident steps in my direction, that is, in the direction of the door.​​"Mmm!" - I thought and rushed to the wall-transition.‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌‍