The news spread quickly throughout the Royal Domain: The Queen would attend csses.

  Not as a guest. Not as a decorative figure. Maple wanted to learn.

  And everyone knew that when Maple decided to do something, the logic of the world was in danger.

  The chosen css was “Basic Principles of Physics and Magic,” taught by Professor Marcia, a tall woman with curly hair who in her past life had been a theoretical physicist. She was excited to teach a mixed css of children, teenagers, and some curious adventurers, but upon seeing Maple sit in the front row with her shield in her p and a bright smile, she knew this would be a peculiar day.

  “Welcome everyone,” Marcia began, drawing a floating line of energy that turned into an apple suspended in the air. “Today we’ll talk about gravity and how it affects both normal and enchanted objects.”

  Maple raised her hand.

  “What if it doesn’t affect you?”

  Marcia tilted her head.

  “What do you mean it doesn’t affect you?”

  Maple smiled and stood up. From her inventory, she took out a small floating ptform, stepped onto it, and then spun it in circles as if defying all ws of inertia.

  “I also have a skill that lets me float if I stay still, and one that makes me fall like a feather if I jump from high pces. And once I ate a bug that let me fly for three days.”

  Marcia looked at her with an expression between awe and resignation.

  “That… that’s not physics. That’s Maple.”

  “Exactly!” Maple said cheerfully, sitting back down.

  The css ughed, and some students began taking notes under the title “Special Rules for Maple.”

  But far from being a distraction, Maple sparked curiosity.

  Marcia, with her scientific background, found her a fascinating phenomenon. She decided to adapt the css to expin how magical abilities can alter the physical world, and how, in Maple’s case, magic seemed to obey her will more than natural ws.

  “Under normal conditions, a five-kilogram mass would fall to the ground at the same speed as a twenty-kilogram one, but if Maple is involved, both would probably fly upward and explode into confetti.”

  Maple raised her hand again.

  “That happened to me once! I had an ‘invulnerable celebration’ skill. Every hit turned me into a party fountain.”

  The students were delighted.

  One of the kids, curious, asked:

  “Miss Maple, do you follow any world rules?”

  Maple thought for a moment and then said:

  “Yes. If someone’s in trouble, I help them. That’s my rule.”

  Silence. Then, spontaneous appuse. Even Marcia had to wipe away a tear.

  But the css didn’t end there. Marcia decided to do a live experiment. She asked for two volunteers to throw objects with and without magic to compare effects. Everything worked as expected… until Maple volunteered to be a target for an impact test.

  “Don’t worry, I have max defense. Literally.”

  The apprentice mage unched a fireball that, upon touching Maple’s shield, extinguished as if absorbed by an invisible pillow. Instead of damage, a small cake appeared on her head.

  “Oh, this skill is still active…”

  No one knew whether to ugh or appud.

  But at that moment, Marcia realized something important. Maple wasn’t just a special case—she was a living possibility. Proof that limits could be broken if one dared to explore without fear.

  At the end of css, the professor wrote on the board:

  “Physics is the study of the world’s rules. But magic… is the study of what could be if those rules changed.”

  And below, another phrase:

  “Maple: Exception to all known ws.”

  The students took photos with her. Some asked for autographs. Others just wanted to hear more stories about impossible monsters, chaotic parties, and explosive rabbits.

  Before leaving, Maple turned to the css and said:

  “That was so fun! But remember, it’s okay to learn all that gravity and motion stuff… just don’t count on me to follow it. Hahaha!”

  And with a small floating cloud that lifted her without warning, she disappeared out the window amid ughter.

  Kanade, who had been watching from the doorway with crossed arms, let out a long sigh.

  “We should’ve made an entire css just for her…”

  Marcia smiled while putting away her notes.

  “Or a whole book. The Queen and Science: How to Survive Maple.”

  Everyone ughed.

  And so, the study guild began its work with an unforgettable lesson: the importance of knowledge—but also the beauty of the unpredictable.

  Maple didn’t just defy the rules of the game. She awakened the imagination of everyone around her.

  Chapter: The School of the Impossible - Part II

  The spiritual magic cssroom was packed that day. After Maple’s benevolent chaos in the physical combat css, many students—and even some instructors—had spread the word: “Maple is learning magic.” What they should’ve felt was concern, but what spread instead was a mix of excitement and curious fear.

  Kanade, the css’s teacher, had already reinforced all the magical barriers in the room. Just in case.

  “Thanks for coming, Maple. Are you ready for today’s css?” Kanade asked, wearing that calm smile only he could maintain… even if he had already activated several emergency summoning circles, just in case.

  “Yes! I was told we’re going to py with magical fireworks here!”

  “Not exactly, but… well, we’ll see in a moment.”

  The first topic of the css was spiritual resonance. Kanade expined how every person had an elemental affinity that could link to reted spirits, and how, with training, it was possible to form spiritual contracts.

  One student raised a hand.

  “But, professor… what if someone doesn’t have any elemental affinity?”

  Kanade opened his mouth to reply, but Maple had already raised her hand like an excited child on her first day of school.

  “I have affinity with all of them! I think. The darkness one said yes, and the fire one too, and the wind one spins me around like a kite...”

  Kanade sighed and muttered something to himself like, “This is going to give magical purists a heart attack…”

  To demonstrate, Kanade summoned a mid-level water spirit—an elegant woman made of water who floated like a feather.

  “This is Nevel, a mid-level spirit. With work and respect, you can earn the favor of beings like her.”

  Maple cpped like she was watching a puppet show.

  “So prettyyy! I have one too!! Can I summon it?”

  “Maple, that’s not really nec—”

  But it was too te. Maple brought her hands together like in prayer, and a dark crimson symbol appeared beneath her feet. The entire room dimmed.

  Kanade stepped back.

  “Wait, wait, that’s not a mid-level spirit!!”

  A figure rose from the ground like an eclipse given flesh. It was the Spirit King of Darkness. Its form was vague and shifting, like a living shadow. It said nothing, but its mere presence made several students back against the walls.

  “He’s friendly,” Maple said with her usual cheerful smile. “He likes chocote. I gave him a cupcake and he’s followed me ever since.”

  The spirit had no face, but it somehow looked proud.

  One of the students nervously approached Kanade.

  “Sir… she didn’t form a contract, did she? Why do they obey her?”

  Kanade sighed.

  “Because she’s Maple. That’s all you need to know… and all we can expin.”

  In the next css, on advanced elemental manifestation, the goal was to create a magical sphere of the student’s dominant element.

  One young man summoned a small wind sphere that gently spun.

  Another managed to create a fireball with difficulty.

  Maple raised her hand again.

  “Can I try?”

  “Of course, but try to keep it small,” Kanade asked, sweating a little.

  “Let’s go! Let’s make fire… pink!”

  “That’s not how fire works, Maple…”

  But Maple had already extended her hand and created a completely pink fireball with little bows floating around it. The orb floated cheerfully, humming with dangerous energy.

  “See? Pink fire exists!”

  The sphere bounced around the cssroom like a hyperactive puppy until Kanade redirected it with a containment spell.

  “Note to self: if Maple says something is bck, it might just become bck,” Kanade murmured as he wrote on a scroll titled Applied Chaos Theory: The Maple Case.

  Later, during advanced spiritual theory css, one of the professors expined that it was impossible to manifest two opposing elements at once, such as light and darkness.

  “That’s because their retionship is inverse,” expined a robed academic with confidence. “It’s like trying to freeze something with fire or light something up with shadow.”

  Maple raised her hand.

  “But what if I can…?”

  “What? No, that would go against the natural ws of mana,” the professor insisted.

  Maple didn’t argue. She just closed her eyes, and from her palms emerged a radiant light like the sun… and a bck aura like night that seemed to swallow everything. The two energies danced around her, perfectly banced.

  The professor dropped his chalk.

  “...I’m retiring. This is my sign that it’s time to become a farmer.”

  Kanade approached him and pced a hand on his shoulder.

  “Don’t worry. It happens to all of us. You never forget your first ‘Maple’.”

  ? Maple breaking the curriculum

  In the training yard, an area had been set up for “unconventional spiritual summoning experiments.” Maple decided to show how her Fire King gave her the ability to make floating grilled meat… three meters off the ground. The heat from the spirit was so intense that it created a microclimate.

  “Maple… is the Spirit King… cooking?” a girl asked.

  “Yep! He really likes barbecues! I taught him after I saw Sally cooking during a mission.”

  “And how did you convince him?”

  “I asked if he wanted to learn to make kebabs. He said yes.”

  ?? Echoes in the Cssroom

  In a ter css, while students practiced forming their first contract with a minor spirit, a boy said:

  “I want one of fire… like Miss Maple.”

  The spirit looked at him, then at Maple, who was waving from the back of the cssroom.

  “Not everyone walks the same path,” said the spirit. “But if that’s your wish, start with a spark.”

  The boy smiled. Maple winked at him.

  “You’re doing great! I also started with a spark… and ended up with a volcano!”

  Epilogue: Kanade’s Notes

  At his desk, Kanade wrote a log for future guild instructors.

  “When Maple joins css, be ready for logic to colpse.

  If she says something is possible, it will be.

  If she cims the sky is red, it might be red in ten minutes.

  But beyond the chaos she leaves behind, she inspires. Not for what she breaks, but for what she proves: that even magical limits can be pushed—with a smile.

  It’s the best lesson we can offer. And also, the hardest to teach.”