I fled an imposed wedding with a disgusting old man and ended up at the Shadow Academy. It trains the elite fighters of the king, and the rector is a deadly dragon, on whom lies a rare curse of the basilisk. This is a man's world, harsh and merciless, and women are definitely not expected here, even if you are a teacher of linguistics. But I have nothing to lose. I'll adapt. Just to begin with, I will figure out what kind of strange fire awakens in me and what riddles the ancient ruins of an abandoned arch store in themselves. Hopefully, in pursuit of clues, I will not lose my own heart.