The Great Cafeteria Catastrophe

Rin was officially a student at the Royal Magic Academy.
She had a uniform that actually fit this time, a tiny dorm room with a suspicious number of fireproof walls, and exactly zero understanding of magic theory.

But today wasn’t about classes.
No.

Today… was about lunch.

The Royal Academy cafeteria was massive—like someone had fused a grand ballroom with a medieval buffet and a slightly cursed potion lab.
There were long tables, floating trays, and enchanted cutlery that followed you around if you dropped them.

Rin strolled in, cloaked up again, keeping her identity as “the girl who ignored three elemental spells to the face” on the down-low.

She grabbed a tray and stared at the food:

Glowing blue stew

Sparkling mushrooms

A cube of something that purred when touched

“…This all feels slightly illegal,” she whispered.

She picked the least suspicious option—a roll that only twitched twice—and sat at an empty table.

That’s when it happened.

The Fork Incident

A group of first-year noble students strutted in, led by none other than Lazian Velhart, now sporting a neck brace for dramatic effect.
He spotted Rin.

“YOU.”
He pointed dramatically, knocking a juice cup off a table in the process. It splashed into another student’s lap.

“You humiliated me!”

“I just stood there,” Rin said, calmly buttering her twitchy roll.

“You used an ancient forbidden defense spell!”

“I stood there.”

“You—!”

Lazian raised his hand. His fork, enchanted to obey, zoomed upward like a missile.
It shot toward Rin in a flash of polished silver.

Rin, still not looking, shifted slightly to grab her drink.
The fork missed her by a centimeter… and impaled itself perfectly into Lazian’s own shoulder.

Silence.

Then—

“AAAAAGH! MY DELUXE FORK OF DESTINY!”

Students gasped. Someone dropped a bowl of magically hovering soup, which exploded into confetti because..... magic.

Rin calmly sipped her drink.
“I think it likes me better.”

The teachers rushed in, the fork was safely extracted, and Lazian was taken to the infirmary for the fourth time that week.
Rin, meanwhile, was given a warning:

“Please refrain from ummm, passively defeating your classmates.”

She nodded. “I’ll try. No promises though.”

As she left the cafeteria, her roll growled quietly in her bag.

And that’s how Rin became a rumor legend, again—this time as “The Fork Whisperer.”