Reincarnated as the Villainess's Unlucky Bodyguard

Chapter 47 Only the royal bloodline can do that

Kaelith nodded, his golden eyes gleaming with curiosity. "Very well. Produce a controlled flame, no larger than your palm."

Liria stepped forward, her mismatched eyes narrowing slightly as she focused. A deep breath steadied her, and she extended her hand. She didn't need to concentrate much; fire responded to her almost instinctively. Heat stirred around her fingertips, and within seconds, a small flame flickered to life.

Only it wasn't normal fire.

The flame that bloomed in Liria's palm wasn't the traditional orange or red but black as the void. It shimmered faintly with a silver edge, as if outlined in moonlight. The entire room went silent, the crackle of her magic the only sound.

Kaelith froze. His golden eyes widened briefly before narrowing into an intense, calculating gaze. "Impossible," he murmured under his breath.

The whispers began, cascading through the room like wildfire:

"Black flames? But isn't that..."

"...only the royal bloodline can do that!"

"She's not even a demon!"

Liria glanced at the stunned faces around her, her expression neutral. Internally, she could feel her heart hammering against her ribs.

[Note: You appear to have upended the natural order of this classroom. Well done.]

Not the time, she thought at the system. Why didn't you warn me this would happen?

[Query: Did you ask?]

She bit back a sigh. Fair point.

Kaelith stepped closer, his presence heavy as he loomed over her. "Silverthorn," he said, his voice dangerously soft. "Explain yourself. Where did you learn this?"

"My adoptive grandmother taught me," Liria replied evenly.

Kaelith's expression flickered with surprise. "And who, pray tell, is your grandmother?"

"Daena," Liria said simply.

That single word sent a visible ripple of shock through the class. Kaelith's jaw clenched, and he stepped back, his gaze flickering with something unreadable.

"I see," he said finally. "That explains much."

Enara, lounging in her seat with an amused smirk, interjected. "She's full of surprises, isn't she?"

Kaelith ignored her, turning his attention back to Liria. "Black flames are a rare variant of fire magic, one associated exclusively with the royal family of demons. To see a human wield it is... unprecedented."

Liria shifted uncomfortably. She hadn't asked for this kind of attention, and the accusatory stares weren't helping.

Fantastic. Now everyone thinks I'm either a freak or a threat.

Enara nudged her with a grin. "Don't worry. Anyone who tries to mess with you will have to answer to me."

"Comforting," Liria said dryly.

As the lesson continued, Liria couldn't shake the feeling that her life had just gotten a lot more complicated.

Kaelith's instructions faded into background noise as Liria tried to steady herself from the weight of what had just happened. Eight affinities. Black flames. Even with her system, she hadn't expected to stand out this much.

[Correction: Standing out is inevitable given your unique qualities.]

Not helping, she shot back mentally. She flexed her fingers, feeling the lingering warmth of her black flames. Did the other elements come as naturally to her as fire? She wasn't sure she wanted to find out in front of an audience.

The class had just resumed practice, with students fumbling through basic elemental conjurations, when the door to the classroom creaked open.

The air shifted immediately.

A tall, imposing demon entered. His skin was the color of molten bronze, and his horns were sharp and angled, like twin blades. His uniform a black and crimson ensemble marked him as a member of the academy's disciplinary staff.

"Silverthorn," the demon's voice boomed, echoing in the suddenly silent classroom. "You are to report to the principal's office. Now."

All eyes turned to Liria.

"Great," she muttered under her breath, rising from her seat.

Enara tilted her head, her expression amused but curious. "Looks like someone's popular today."

"I'm not looking for this kind of attention," Liria replied, brushing past her.

Kaelith frowned but gave a curt nod. "Go on, Silverthorn. The rest of you, focus!" he barked, snapping the class back to attention.

As Liria followed the towering demon down the corridor, her thoughts raced. What could the principal want? She hadn't done anything yet that warranted this kind of attention.

[Hypothesis: The black flames and your affinity revelation likely reached the principal's ears within minutes.]

Of course. Why wouldn't it?

[Suggestion: Proceed cautiously. Demons of authority are known for their unpredictability.]

Liria sighed inwardly. Good to know.

The silence in the hall was deafening as they approached a massive set of ornate double doors. The demon opened them without a word, gesturing for Liria to step inside.

She squared her shoulders, took a deep breath, and walked through.

The doors closed behind her with a resounding thud.