Quylla recognized many familiar faces among them. The adults who, in their younger days, had ignored her and her pleas had aged badly.
Their children, who had mocked and tormented her, now adults, turned their heads around in shame. There were even a few of her fellow orphans, and they all still carried the effects of prolonged malnourishment on one or more limbs.
Quylla, instead, looked like a queen. Her hairdo was perfect, her dress immaculate, and one of her jewels would have been enough to buy dozens of villages like Cerea.
"I don’t know if you’ve heard, but I enrolled in the White Griffon Academy the same year as another commoner, Lith of Lutia, who’s better known as the Supreme Magus Lith Verhen.
"I haven’t become as famous as him, but I’ve come a long way from the starving orphan you all knew." She waved at her dress and mage robe. "Yet the biggest difference between me and Lith is another.
"This is how the village of Lutia looked in the year of our enrollment." A clap of Quylla’s hands conjured the hologram of a small village with few houses and no paved road.
The people of Cerea looked at the shabby houses and weathered faces of the people of Lutia in confusion, having no idea what point Quylla was trying to prove.
"This is that very same village today." Another clap, and the hologram of the medium-sized city of Lutia replaced the images of the shabby village.
The hologram was centered on the city block formed by the buildings that once had been the entire village, so that the people of Cerea could recognize them from the previous hologram.
Now the city extended as far as the eye could see, almost reaching the nearest cultivated fields to Cerea. The streets bustled with activity, the people smiled as they worked, and more importantly, Lutia thrived.
"The biggest difference between Lith and me is that he had a family in Lutia. People he loved and cared for." Quylla said. "His presence alone brought Lutia fame, money, and attention.
"In eight years, his small village grew in size until it became a city, and now Lutia has its own Warp Gate and branch of the Mage Association. In case you are wondering why Cerea is still a mudhole, you only have to look yourselves in the mirror to look the answer in the eyes.
"I hated this place and I still hate it. I hated you all and I still do. So, when the Royals offered me rewards, I kept them to myself. When the noble Ernas family adopted me, I never mentioned Cerea.
"When I became Assistant Professor and then a Great Mage, I could have done wonders for this place, but I chose not to. Because my greatest hope was to watch you all live and die in misery like the filthy bastards you are."
"What about Duke Igha?" Coryn, one of her fellow orphans, asked. "He was the one who had the villagers build your house. He was the one who recommended you for the academy."
"That parasite?" Quylla scoffed. "He dropped me at the White Griffon with no warning or backing. I wouldn’t have survived the first year if I hadn’t met people willing to look after me and become my family.
"I returned his favor in kind. I paid him back for the house and dropped his name at the Headmaster once, just like Igha did for me. How is your leg, Coryn?" Quylla asked, noticing his limp.
"It’s nothing much. I can manage." He replied with a shrug.
"Oh, no you don’t." Quylla used her Injection spell to flood his body with nutrients and activated her tier five Body Sculpting spell, Silver Hand.
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