A Deadly Education

J’ai décidé qu’Orion Lake devait mourir après la deuxième fois qu’il m’a sauvé la vie.
Tout le monde aime Orion Lake. Tout le monde, quoi. En ce qui me concerne, il peut garder sa magie de combat tape-à-l’œil pour lui. Je ne rejoins pas son groupe de fans admirateurs.
I don’t need help surviving the Scholomance, even if they do. Forget the hordes of monsters and cursed artifacts, I’m probably the most dangerous thing in the place. Just give me a chance and I’ll level mountains and kill untold millions, make myself the dark queen of the world.
At least, that’s what the world expects. Most of the other students in here would be delighted if Orion killed me like one more evil thing that’s crawled out of the drains. Sometimes I think they want me to turn into the evil witch they assume I am. The school certainly does.
But the Scholomance isn’t getting what it wants from me. And neither is Orion Lake. I may not be anyone’s idea of the shining hero, but I’m going to make it out of this place alive, and I’m not going to slaughter thousands to do it, either.
Although I’m giving serious consideration to just one.