Chapter 135: Pureblood of the Dragon Clan
When they got to Targon, Drexel suddenly put an arm around Targon’s neck and whispered, "Cousin Targon, do you know any way we can provoke the Dragon Clan? The more embarrassing, the better!"
"Why do you want to know that? You’re not planning on doing sothing bad, are you?" Targon looked at them suspiciously instead of answering right away.
Drexel and Arix exchanged a guilty look, then both started shaking their heads frantically.
"No, no, we would never do anything bad," Drexel said, scratching the back of his head and smiling nervously.
"Exactly, we only do good things," Arix added, her eyes darting around nervously, unable to et Targon’s gaze.
"Heh." Targon gave a cold laugh, clearly not believing them, but he didn’t push further. Instead, he pretended to talk to himself. "I heard the Dragon Clan hates being called ’lizards.’ Not sure if that’s true, but you two definitely shouldn’t try it out."
"Got it," Drexel and Arix both said, their eyes lighting up at the sa ti. They exchanged excited glances and nodded enthusiastically. As for what Targon said afterward, they didn’t hear a word because they were too busy imagining the chaos they could cause.
After that, the siblings followed Targon to the office to complete their exchange student procedures.
When it was Drexel’s turn, the staff kept a cold, emotionless face throughout the process. But when it was Arix’s turn, the guy’s expression changed instantly to one of warmth and kindness.
"You’re Arix, right?" the guy asked gently.
Arix blinked in confusion and nodded. "Yes, sir."
"Since you’re also a therian, why not transfer to our Departnt of Chemistry here at the IRMA? It’s more suitable for you," the teacher said, looking at Arix like she was a precious herb being wasted in the wrong soil.
Arix caught on quickly and smiled apologetically. "Sorry, sir, but I’m from the Alliance, so I won’t be transferring."
"Alright then. Your paperwork is complete. If you ever change your mind, you’re always welco here," the teacher said, waving tiredly.
Seeing this, the three of them wisely took their leave. Once outside the office, Targon finally let out the shock he had been holding in.
"Wow, Arix, do you know who that was?" Targon asked, his mouth agape.
"Who?" Arix glanced at Targon, not really interested.
Seeing her nonchalant attitude, Targon decided to scare her a bit. He leaned in and whispered, "That was Professor Fret, head of the Departnt of Chemistry and a Master Chemist."
"Oh, got it," Arix replied dismissively.
To Arix, the best Master Chemist would always be her granduncle. No other Master Chemist, no matter how skilled, could compare to him in her eyes.
Thinking of this, Arix suddenly missed Sims and wondered if he missed her too.
Seeing Arix’s indifferent attitude, Targon decided to drop the subject.
He felt that continuing to boast would only embarrass himself. Especially with the ten psychic power healing potions in his Space Button—potions that even Master Fret couldn’t make—he figured it was best to stay quiet.
Silently, Targon led Arix and Drexel towards the Grade 1, Class S at IRMA. As they walked, Drexel’s Hecaris Military Academy uniform drew a lot of attention from the Empire’s military students.
Most of the looks they received were a mix of curiosity, disdain, and scorn, as if they were looking at so country bumpkins.
Arix noticed that nearly every student at IRMA carried an air of superiority, a kind of "I’m noble, and you’re all beneath " attitude.
This haughty deanor reminded Arix of the cadets at the Snorri Military Academy back at the training base, who were just as snobbish and had the sa nose-in-the-air arrogance.
In the Empire, freshn are split into five classes, with Class S being the cream of the crop and Class D scraping the bottom.
It was no wonder that exchange students landed in Class S. IRMA wants to show off their power and give those Alliance military students a not-so-subtle warning.
After dropping the siblings at Class S, Targon headed back to his own sophomore Class S.
When Drexel and Arix walked into Class S, they got mostly unfriendly stares, especially from the Dragon clan students who looked ready to pounce like hungry wolves.
Arix instantly put on a pitiful act, whining to Drexel in a cutesy voice, "Drexel, look at that person! He’s not just an but also... Okay, let’s be honest, he’s scaringly ugly."
Her complaint echoed, making the classroom fall silent. The Dragon clan student she pointed at slamd his desk and stood up, glaring at Arix like he wanted to send her flying right then.
Drexel raised an eyebrow, playing along with Arix’s act, and said to the Dragon clan student, "Sorry, bro. My sister is still young and doesn’t know any better. You wouldn’t hold a grudge against a child, right?"
"You—!" Kares, the Dragon clan student, was about to lose it when the ntor at the front of the class coughed, stopping him.
"Alright, are we having a class or not? The two from the Alliance, co up and introduce yourselves," said ntor Rennes, sounding pretty cold.
Rennes wasn’t exactly kind-hearted. If the president hadn’t told him to make sure the Tiger clan’s Alliance exchange students didn’t get a bad impression, he wouldn’t have stepped in even if Arix was about to get beaten up.
Arix and Drexel noticed this. They didn’t know why the ntor was a b it unfriendly to them, but as long as it didn’t ss with their plans, they were cool with it.
The siblings exchanged a look before Arix enthusiastically jumped onto the podium to introduce herself.
"Hi everyone, I’m Arix from the Hecaris Military Academy of the Alliance. I love chas, and I want to pilot one of my own cha so day in the future. Also, I’m an animal lover. My favorite animal? Lizards, of course!" Arix said, sounding all naive.
As soon as she ntioned "lizards
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