He glanced around and saw eyes burning with jealousy and rage.
For so reason, I feel like if I stay here any longer, soone might actually try to stab .
Elian, completely unaware of the chaos she had just caused, gently packed the food container.
"Master, can you co back here in the evening?" she asked sweetly.
"After your class, I’ll be waiting. I still need to go get my uniform."
Rowan nodded.
"Alright."
She bowed politely.
"Thank you for eating with , Master."
Then she turned and walked away.
And just like that, the entire yard followed her with their eyes.
Her long dark hair swayed with every step. The sunlight wrapped around her figure. Every movent she made looked like a scene straight out of a legend.
Students whispered in disbelief.
"Wow... she’s unbelievably beautiful."
"That outfit suits her perfectly."
"This is the absolute definition of beauty."
"She looks like a goddess."
"I think I just fell in love."
Rowan watched her disappear into the distance.
...To be honest, Elian really is beautiful.
He glanced around at the faces of the students staring after her, their expressions filled with obsession, jealousy, and very obvious impure thoughts.
Rowan frowned as he picked up his bag.
Yeah. They’re definitely thinking sothing perverted.
And sohow... I feel like I just made a lot of enemies.
Then, from the massive wind-speaker device mounted high above the academy towers, a clear voice echoed across the yard.
"Attention, all students currently in the academy yard. Please report imdiately to the main school building. Take the left path. Your na will be displayed on your assigned locker. You may place your belongings there for now. After classes end, you will be guided to your dormitories to properly settle in."
The announcent repeated once more, carried by the wind across the entire academy.
Every student in the yard stood up at the sa ti.
Chairs scraped against stone.
Bags were lifted.
Swords were slung over shoulders.
Rowan rose slowly, adjusting the strap of his bag as he followed the flow of students toward the wide marble path leading into the main building.
As they entered the main building, the atmosphere instantly changed.
The academy was massive.
No—vast.
Tall marble pillars stretched toward a ceiling so high it disappeared into shadow. Long hallways branched endlessly in every direction, each lined with classroom doors engraved with glowing runes. The entire building was silent. Classes had already begun.
Their footsteps echoed softly across the polished floor.
Following the directions given, the students moved toward the locker hall. One by one, they found their nas engraved on glowing naplates above each locker.
Rowan walked calmly, his gaze steady.
Behind him, Daryl followed in silence, his eyes fixed on Rowan’s back. His jaw was tight, his fists clenched.
That bastard...
Rowan stopped in front of his locker.
Rowan Aldwin
The na glowed faintly in silver light.
He opened it, placed his bag neatly inside, then closed the door with a soft click. Without another glance, he turned and continued down the corridor toward the classroom wing.
Several students followed behind him.
Daryl remained standing by his own locker, watching Rowan walk away.
This isn’t over, he thought darkly.
After a while, as they walked down the long corridor, a man suddenly stepped out of one of the doors.
He was tall, broad-shouldered, and wore a black instructor’s coat with silver embroidery along the edges.
"Hey. Follow ," he said firmly. "I’ll take you to your main class. You’re the first batch, right?"
The students imdiately straightened.
"Your combat abilities have already been assessed," he continued. "So you will all stay in a joint class. Even if your blessings differ, you will remain together. However, when it’s ti for specialized training, you’ll be separated into your respective blessing classes."
He turned sharply.
"And listen when I’m speaking. Stop looking around. Eyes forward. Now follow ."
"Yes, sir!" several students replied.
The man nodded. "Good. My na is Raville. Now move."
They followed him through the hallway until he stopped in front of a large double door carved with sword-shaped engravings.
Raville pushed it open.
"You may enter. Go take your seats and wait for your teacher."
The students filed inside.
The classroom was enormous, shaped like an arena with rising rows of desks. Magical lamps floated near the ceiling, illuminating the room with soft golden light. Already, many students were seated.
Rowan stepped in—and imdiately noticed the sudden tension in the air.
Whispers spread through the room.
"Isn’t that...?"
"That’s her..."
"The princess..."
Princess velqira sat near the front, her posture straight and composed. Several students were clearly nervous just being in the sa room as her.
So even trembled as they walked past her seat.
Rowan paused for a mont.
So the princess is in the sa class as ...
He sighed quietly.
Looks like I’ll have to pretend I didn’t see her.
Without drawing attention, Rowan walked toward the back and took an empty seat, leaning slightly against the desk as he waited for class to begin.
Rowan leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.
Wow... this is my first ti at a school like this. It’s... actually really amazing, he thought. Everyone’s the sa age, but still... I wanted to see what it’s like to make friends. Although... I doubt I’ll make any.
He sighed, slamming his hand lightly on his desk. Slowly, he opened his eyes—and froze.
It was Princess Velqira.
"It’s... you, right?" Rowan asked, his voice calm but curious.
Velqira tilted her head, her silver-blue eyes eting his.
"What do you an?" she asked softly.
"Why... why are you in front of ? You’re a princess! You shouldn’t be here with soone like ," Rowan said, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
The classroom went silent.
Daryl and the other students stiffened, their jaws tightening.
Why the hell... the princess is talking to a nobody like him?! Daryl thought, clenching his fists.
Velqira’s lips curved slightly.
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