One of the founders of Nolitis Magic Academy, the water-based holy mage Ilia died fighting against black magic. She thought her life was over. Unexpectedly, when she opened her eyes, she was exchanged for one life and resurrected in a basement.
Illya: "Who did it?"
Corpse: "..."
Illya: "Why?"
Corpse: "..."
Illya: "Okay, then I'll find out why by myself."
Now that things have come to this, why don't you go back to the academy you founded to take a look?
So the school's first principal returned to the campus in the name of a new student.
Illya: "I guess after so many years, the children must have learned more advanced things, and I also have to keep up with the development of the times."
When I flipped through the book, wasn't this the textbook I compiled eighty years ago?
Illya: "Then the theoretical level of the teachers must have improved, right? My old theory is already out of date."
As soon as class started, why are you still interpreting the manuscript I wrote eighty years ago?
I was really speechless. Two random strokes were interpreted as mysterious symbols. A random book I wrote was scrambled by all parties. A casual sentence was interpreted without missing any punctuation marks.
She also had to memorize the books she wrote, answer the questions she asked, and take the exams she compiled.
If I had known that I had to learn it all over again, why did I write so much back then?
The first principal had a grimace on his face and continued his busy, cheerful and interesting life on campus.
And she didn't know it yet, but the conspiracy quietly surging in the dark and the never-ending resistance had already targeted her.
[Eye of the tide, holy voice of all waters, we beg you to come again, please save this world and us again. ——Unnamed tombstone inscription
Mission: Stick to justice and never forget your original intention