I, The Villainess, Will Seduce All The Heroines Instead
Chapter 131: Training As A Team (2)

Chapter 131: Training As A Team (2)

"SAPHIRA’S ALIVE?!"

Apparently, Saphira had finally slithered out of her magical coma, thanks to the ever-unconventional handiwork of Professor Sirius.

It took quite a while to purge the remnants of Norvan’s lingering magic, but the important part was—her familiar had survived.

To make things even stranger, the investigation team had apparently interviewed the snake—yes, interviewed—and walked away from the conversation looking more confused than ever.

Whatever Saphira said (or hissed) only deepened the mystery around Norvan’s death.

One thing was clear: Verena wasn’t slithering her way out of this mess any time soon.

Minutes later, Verena stepped into Sirius’ office, her eyes immediately landing on the familiar figure lounging by the window.

Saphira, her familiar, was there, looking as regal as ever, with her sleek scales gleaming under the light. The sight made Verena’s heart skip a beat from excitement.

"Finally! Took you long enough," Verena said, her lips curling into a sly grin as she approached Saphira.

The snake flicked her tail in greeting, and with a sudden leap, she was in Verena’s arms, her body gently holding onto her. "Miss me?" Saphira purred, nuzzling her face into Verena’s neck.

"You bet I did. Who else would I let steal my spotlight, huh?"

Sirius chuckled from behind his desk, watching the exchange. "I trust you two are... bonded once again."

"Quite," Verena quipped, not bothering to hide her smug satisfaction. She turned toward Sirius, a playful glint in her eyes. "And I will make sure this snake stays out of trouble."

Sirius leaned forward, his gaze steady. "Good. Just remember, Verena, the Eclipsor Department needs you. We’re counting on you to guide them into a better future. Be careful out there, but know—I’m on your side."

"Always good to have someone who knows how to keep up."

[System Notification]

[Congratulations!]

[You have successfully re-bonded with your familiar, Saphira. Your Zodiacal Mimicry skills have been fully restored.]

[Zodiacal Mimicry]

[You may now channel the abilities and traits of the zodiac signs through Saphira’s unique presence, enhancing your magical affinity with each celestial cycle.]

[Bonded familiars now offer an additional boost to your elemental and emotional synchronization, amplifying your connection with the stars.]

...

[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ]

[ZODIACAL STRATEGY OPTIMIZATION IN PROGRESS...]

[Recommendation: To increase the success rate of your Novae Covenant by 72%, it is highly advised that you recruit Professor Sirius Virellian as your official team instructor.]

[Reason:

- Recognized expert in Zodiacal Weave Theory

- Only faculty member who understands your celestial alignment profile

- Known for turning "untrainable disasters" into cosmic prodigies.]

Sirius Aurelian was, without question, the most eccentric professor at Irasios Academy.

And considering the staff included a woman who lectured from inside a floating hourglass, that was saying something.

With long, raven-black hair usually tied in a defiant, gravity-loathing bun, he looked less like a seasoned academic and more like a sleep-deprived wizard who’d just wandered out of an ancient prophecy and misplaced his coffee.

His robes were regal in theory, but perpetually crooked in practice—always half-buttoned or trailing a constellation chart from the hem like he’d rolled out of bed and into a celestial whirlwind.

His eyes, the color of midnight just before a storm, held madness, depending on the lecture.

There was wisdom there, yes, but also a glint of mischief that made students wonder whether he was explaining astral convergence or plotting interdimensional pranks.

He was a walking riddle, a cosmic joke with perfect comedic timing.

Some called him a genius. Others just called him "that one unhinged professor."

But Verena knew better.

Sirius wasn’t just eccentric, he understood her.

While the rest of the faculty saw Verena as a troubled prodigy wrapped in chaos and potential, Sirius saw the truth beneath it all.

He was the first—and only—one who had looked past the spectacle of her powers and seen the delicate thread tying her soul to the Zodiacal Weave.

That had always been his role even in the novels.

The eccentric professor, equal parts genius and gremlin.

He was like a starry-eyed, cosmic version of Gojo Satoru, if Gojo traded blindfolds for stardust and spent his time annoying the higher-ups with astrological rants instead of sheer power.

To him, her mimicry wasn’t just a flashy anomaly. It was an invitation. A symphony waiting to be conducted by someone who truly listened.

So, when Verena needed an instructor for her Novae Covenant, she didn’t waste time.

His office, naturally, was its own constellation of chaos—papers stacked like Jenga towers, incense drifting lazily through the air, and a suspiciously sentient bookshelf that once snapped at a visiting Dean.

But Sirius sat in the center of it all, calm as starlight, thumbing through a worn tome with tea that somehow never spilled.

As she breathed in, his lips curled into that familiar, amused smile. "Well, well, Verena. Come seeking cosmic truths or just avoiding your homework?"

She rolled her eyes, arms crossed. "I need an instructor. For the Covenant."

Sirius arched a brow, tapping his fingers in sync with a rhythm only he could hear. "You’re taking this Novae thing seriously, I see."

"I don’t trust anyone else to do it," she replied, stepping closer. "You’re the only one who doesn’t treat me like I’m lucky or cursed. You saw through everything from the start. You know what I’m dealing with."

He leaned back in his chair, gazing at her as if reading invisible stars in her expression. Then, slowly, he stood and walked to the window, hands clasped behind his back.

"You’ve always been different, Verena. Not just powerful, but aligned. Most try to bend the Weave to their will. But you? You are woven into it. The stars hum in your bones. You don’t command the cosmos. You negotiate with it."

She was quiet, letting the words settle.

"And you’ll teach me?" she asked, a rare softness in her tone.

Turning, Sirius grinned. "Of course. The stars have already spoken. And between us—" he winked, "—I think they rather like you."

***

The training grounds were unusually quiet that morning, save for the rustling of wind and the occasional rustle of leaves.

The group of four stood in a loose circle, eyeing their eccentric instructor, Sirius.

Raphael, Penelope, and Isolde were all visibly hesitant.

After all, this was the same professor who once made a teaching assistant disappear for an entire week just to "teach him about the true meaning of time."

They had all heard the rumors.

Sirius was eccentric, unpredictable, and, frankly, a little unhinged.

"Alright, everyone," Sirius began, a sly grin playing on his lips. "Gather round. I’ve decided to give you a little... demonstration before we begin. It’s not every day you get to learn from the most eccentric professor at Irasios Academy, now is it?"

Penelope raised an eyebrow, her flamboyant nature taking over. "Most eccentric, huh? Are we sure it’s not just ’most weird’?"

Sirius merely chuckled, waving her off with an exaggerated flick of his wrist. "Weird is subjective, Penelope. Now, watch closely. You might learn something about yourself in the process."

Sirius’ Eclipse magic is all about subtlety and finesse, not raw power or blinding flashes of light.

He’s the type to manipulate light and shadow like an artist with a paintbrush—obscuring objects, creating illusionary tricks, and using shadows to mess with people’s heads.

Want to feel isolated for a second?

Sirius can freeze you in place with a flick of his cosmic energy.

His magic isn’t just about playing with light; it’s about weaving cosmic forces, pulling from the unseen corners of the universe, and making the unpredictable feel like second nature.

Just like his Aquarius nature, Sirius isn’t flashy.

His magic doesn’t scream for attention; it thrives in the background, just like his mysterious, cryptic personality.

He’s got a knack for thinking abstractly, so his spells don’t always destroy, but they always resourcefully get the job done.

Whether it’s creating a barrier between himself and others or simply ensuring he’s got space to breathe, he’s got it covered.

It’s not about brute force. Sirius excels in defense, subterfuge, and misdirection, making him a master at creating chaos without ever really showing it.

Sirius clapped his hands once and the sky above shimmered.

Lines of starlight began sketching themselves in the air: constellations forming briefly before dissolving like silver smoke. The atmosphere grew charged, vibrating faintly like music just beyond hearing.

Then space itself tilted.

No, not space exactly, but the air around them.

Isolde blinked and found her sword was now in Raphael’s hand.

Penelope’s braid had twisted into a corkscrew shape.

Verena’s boots had vanished. (Temporarily.)

"I call this... a light spatial ripple," Sirius said, adjusting his spectacles as if this was all very normal. "Subtle displacements. Slight shifts. Cosmic nudges."

He stepped forward, tapping his pointer in the air.

"You see," he continued, "I don’t need brute strength. I bend probability. Nudge locations. Make the impossible feel... slightly annoying."

He raised a hand.

From above, a beam of starlight bent at a right angle and harmlessly curved around Raphael’s head, flickering out inches from his shoulder. The boy flinched, and Isolde stepped forward instinctively.

"Point is," Sirius said, smiling now, "I don’t teach you to swing harder. I teach you to know when not to swing. Or better—where the swing lands before it’s even made."