The royal capital was full of life, the streets were buzzing with excitent, as the sweet chirp of the birds flowed naturally through the air.
But today, there was a special event.
The Academy's Competition!
This wasn't just so small event—it was the competition where the best students from the five biggest academies faced off to prove who was the strongest.
And there were currently five academies facing against each other.
The previous champion, Eternum's Royal Academy, their students were the best of the best, mostly nobles from powerful families with talent and resources that seed impossible to rival.
Then, the Beastkin academy, whose students are only beast people from the Western continent where the law of the jungle rules.
The Holy Academy, from which most priests and priestesses graduate, has significant power due to their divine energy, despite being primarily healing students.
After that, there's the Sword Academy where most of the sword users co from, having excellent swordsmanship.
This was also where the first Sword Duke graduated from.
Finally, there's the Silverleaf Academy.
There's nothing much to say about it, except that it was the weakest academy for ten years straight, but this ti there's a horrendous talent coming from it.
None other than the Moonlight Swordsman!
"Ugh..."
The sun filtered through the tall windows of the hotel lobby, casting warm light on polished marble floors.
Students from all five academies filled the space, their distinctive uniforms making it easy to see who belonged where.
The air was thick with tension, excitent, and just a little bit of arrogance—mostly from Eternum's group, who stood in their usual deanor, looking down on everyone else.
I an, what would you expect from the academy that the novel follows?
Silverleaf's group wasn't as large as the others, but I believed we could win—or at least that's what I wanted to tell myself.
It was impossible to ignore the sideways glances from the other academies.
Their whispers are just loud enough to catch the occasional "weakest school" or "do they even stand a chance?"
I shrugged it off.
Let them talk.
I wasn't here to entertain them.
I walked into the lobby, the click of my boots on marble catching a few glances. The noise around
seed to dim as I made my way toward my classmates.
"Ah... Aestrea, you're here." Professor Vivian's voice pulled
out of my thoughts.
She stood at the center of our group with her usual confident smile on the luscious red lips that I had recently kissed.
"Yeah."
I replied simply, taking my place among the group.
So of my classmates looked nervous, their eyes darting to the larger groups from the other academies.
Vivian clapped her hands, silencing everyone.
"Alright, listen up!"
"This competition is our chance to show the world what Silverleaf can do. I don't care what they say about us being the weakest. We're here to prove them wrong. Every one of you has worked hard to get here, and I expect you to fight like it."
Her gaze lingered on
for a split second, and I knew exactly what she ant without her needing to say it.
I straightened up, my hand instinctively brushing against the hilt of my sword.
The competition hadn't even started yet, but I could feel the expectations, not just from Vivian but from my entire academy.
"Head to the registration desk," she continued.
"Aestrea, you're with . The rest of you, stick together and don't get lost."
I followed her as we moved towards the registration desk. The chatter in the lobby dissipated into the background, replaced by the sound of my own footsteps.
This was it.
The beginning of the Academy Competition.
I'll destroy everyone.
...
After the registration was all wrapped up, Vivian handed
a neatly folded outfit—a sleek black suit with silver embroidery.
"This is the Leader's Suit."
She explained with an unusually serious tone.
"You'll need to wear it."
Without waiting for
to respond, she guided
toward one of the changing rooms.
The hotel we were staying at was relatively close to the grand stadium where the competition would happen.
"Change your clothes."
I nodded, not bothering to question her this ti.
She didn't tease
this ti, which was strange, but I got it. This competition is sothing serious, and even Vivian wouldn't joke about it.
I slipped into the changing room and put on the suit.
The fabric was light yet sturdy, fitting perfectly like it was tailored just for .
The silver embroidery glead faintly in the light, giving off an air of quiet authority.
When I stepped out, Vivian's eyes scanned
from head to toe.
"This fits just right..."
I muttered, adjusting the sleeves slightly.
Vivian stepped closer, a faint smile playing on her lips.
"Almost. Here—this part should be like this."
She reached out and adjusted a small silver chain that ran across the chest of the suit, carefully positioning it so it rested neatly.
Her hands were quick, precise, and surprisingly gentle.
"Perfect."
Her lips curled into a satisfied smile as she stepped back to admire her handiwork.
"Thanks."
I replied, glancing down at myself.
"Now
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