Transferred to Another World and Became a Teacher

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I could not believe what I was witnessing.

To begin with, I was already astonished the moment she instantly copied my most prized magic. Never had I imagined that someone would replicate a spell that even my late father could not perform.

Moreover, she cast magic without incantation—something that even I could do only with the simplest of spells. Yet not a single one of her spells was simple. On the contrary, she even showed me magic that elven magic could not reproduce.

No one needed to tell me—I had already acknowledged this human mage named Aoi more than enough in my heart. I even entertained the thought that perhaps the first mage to surpass me had finally appeared.

However, that did not mean I would allow a human to marry into the royal family. No matter how skilled a mage she was, the royal family must preserve pure elven blood.

I was genuinely furious at my own children for not understanding even that.

But now, the blood that had rushed to my head had fully cooled. Yes, my rage had been forcibly suppressed by that human mage.

I fixed my gaze warily on the tip of the ice blade that had suddenly appeared before my eyes, racking my brain for what to do. This was no amateur magic—the pressure it exuded was immense. I could not melt it with the fire magic I could cast without incantation, and deflecting the blade with wind magic would be difficult given its mass.

A single moment of miscalculation would mean certain death. That tension caused me to move a beat too slowly.

"...Sacred Flame Spear—Phalarica."

The next moment, Aoi activated another spell. Once again, it was chantless, and its effect manifested with incredible speed.

Her arm wreathed in pale blue flames made her look like a demon from the age of myth. Then she extended that arm toward me.

Instantly, the flames on her arm stretched forward in the shape of a spear. The tip of the flaming spear closed in at a speed I had never seen before, and I reflexively tilted my head slightly to the left.

That was all I could manage.

"...Did you intend to show mercy? Or are you mocking me?"

It was not that I had dodged it. Rather, the spear had stopped a mere fist or two away from me. In other words, she had never intended to hit me from the start.

If her intent was to insult me, I would strike back even if I died here. Even if I left behind the dishonorable fact that I had died after losing a contest of my own specialty, my pride would not allow otherwise.

I clenched my fists and glared at Aoi. Massive ice blades still floated on either side of me, their tips pointed at me—but that did not matter.

I suspected that all she had to do was move that flaming spear sideways, and my life would end. If that were the case, I had no choice but to counterattack even if it meant having my head severed by those ice blades.

Prepared to fight to the death, I fixed my gaze on Aoi—but she merely looked back at me with a tired expression. What was this? She had cornered the elven king this thoroughly, and yet she still had complaints? As I continued glaring with growing irritation, Aoi casually dismissed both the ice and flame magic.

Watching my bewildered expression, she spoke in a composed tone.

"I have no desire to harm you, Rivett. Of course, I'm not trying to establish superiority either. I simply acted as an instructor—I could not stand by and watch a parent try to kill their child."

Hearing such an out-of-place remark, I was caught completely off guard.

"...I believe we were just discussing whether the long lineage of the elven royal family would continue, but—as an instructor, you say?"

At a loss for how to respond, I could only offer a vague rebuttal. However, Aoi seemed unfazed and shook her head with a wry smile.

"To be honest, the future of the elven kingdom is secondary to me. What matters to me are my students and the environment in which children grow up. I'm sorry, but I think the children growing up in the elven kingdom have it pitiful. They are taught discrimination against half-elves, against humans, beastmen, and dwarves from a young age—they never venture outside, nor do they make friends of other races... Isn't that a terribly closed-off and lonely life?"

Her unexpected point caught me off guard, and I could not find the words to retort.

Our perspectives were completely different. I had been speaking as a king, concerned with the nation's future and the royal bloodline, but Aoi had been thinking about the children all along.

If that were the case, our views would likely never align. And there was no need or meaning in clashing over them here.

With that conclusion, the tension drained from my shoulders.

"...Ha, hahahaha! So you really do act on your principles as an instructor through and through. How interesting. Despite possessing such power as a mage, why are you so free of ambition? You could easily conquer a small nation if you wished, could you not? You could have killed me here and seized this kingdom for yourself..."

She could kill the king here and marry Langus, who already held affection for her. If she silenced everyone by force, none would dare oppose her, and she could claim the royal family as her own without question. Given how Langus acted, she could surely manipulate him as she pleased.

There was no way she did not understand that. In other words, she simply had no interest in status or power.

"Truly a fascinating person. Aoi—I may just allow your marriage to Langus after all."

"No, thank you. I'll decline."

I had offered to permit the marriage, yet she refused me instantly.

At such unprecedented discourtesy, I could not help but burst out laughing. By that point, I had taken a complete liking to this human named Aoi.