Chapter 1 The Rising Sun

The rising sun painted the stone houses lining the street in a soft, amber hue.

The aroma of breakfast wafted from the mansions along the street, mingling with the chill in the air.

This was the Royal Protos Academy of Magic.

Lan Qi sat on a swing in the garden, his lowered eyes still carrying a hint of drowsy sleepiness. In his hand, he held some unprocessed grains, feeding the small birds that had gathered around him.

Since arriving here, many of the small animals on campus had begun to find their way to him.

In the distance, inside the mansion, Zestira stood quietly by the window, watching the scene of the small animals gathering in the courtyard. They seemed to be constantly hoping to get close to him.

"Is Teacher really human?"

Zestira muttered to herself, perplexed.

It wasn't just her; even the animals could sense his pure goodwill.

Starting from Sunday evening yesterday, her teacher, Loki McCarthy, had temporarily moved from the inn to the interior of the academy.

The accommodations were divided into collective dormitories and private dormitories, that is, the difference between apartments and small villas.

Ordinary students would live in apartment dormitories.

Noble students almost always had their own single-family small mansion. Basically, you could tell their identity from the type of dormitory they lived in.

In addition, the noble students' small mansions came with courtyards, and the courtyards also had matching unit rooms, that is, fully functional single-story apartments attached, for the servants to live in.

Viscount Francis had pre-registered a private dormitory for Zestira in advance, and the fees had already been prepaid along with the tuition.

And so it was.

Until Zestira saw Lan Qi had almost finished feeding the grains in his hand, she finally opened the door and walked up to him in the garden.

As she approached, the birds all scattered in fright.

Seemingly afraid of her power as a dragon.

"I'm sorry, I scare them away."

Zestira's voice was still devoid of emotional fluctuations, as usual.

"But you don't have any malice towards them, it's just that they don't understand you yet, isn't it?"

Lan Qi raised his head with a smile and said.

"..."

Zestira hesitated for a moment.

"Maybe so."

The teacher's perspective on problems was always different.

Although everything would not change, and everything would remain the same, she was still surrounded by clear malice every day, but communicating with the teacher always made her feel that the burden on her shoulders would become much lighter.

Zestira originally wanted to remind Lan Qi that he should be careful of the senior noble students even when he was active in the safe area of the school.

After thinking about it, she decided against it. Lan Qi was always prudent and didn't need her reminder.

Preparatory students and first-year students must participate in the monthly assessment day.

Second-year and third-year students could choose to participate, and were limited to entering classrooms with difficulty level two or higher.

But every monthly assessment day, there would be chief students in the highest positions in the second and third grades, who, like the professors, could watch the battle in the background.

They had many permissions to influence and interfere with the ongoing assessment from outside the field, or spend their points to sponsor lower-grade students they favored.

These authorized people were equivalent to reviewers, and correspondingly, they would receive high dividend returns if they bet on the champion.

So it was also a game behind the scenes.

Or rather, that game and manipulation was the high-end game of the monthly assessment day itself.

The monthly assessment day was on Wednesday.

Today was Monday, so it was still idle for the time being.

"Then, Teacher, I'll see you this afternoon."

Zestira said, watching Lan Qi.

She saw that Lan Qi had already stood up in the garden, patted his palms, and seemed to be preparing to go to the school building area.

If Lan Qi wanted to pass the time, he would also sit in on some high-grade courses that interested him.

"Okay, there's Vice Professor Sido's history class this morning, I'll just go listen."

Lan Qi smiled sideways, dispelling the drowsiness of the morning.

...

Half an hour later.

The history teaching building of the Royal Protos Academy of Magic was located in a wide green space, like an ancient castle in the forest, surrounded by layers of stone walls, entwined with vines and flowers, and the spire of the building towered into the clouds, with the emblem of the empire engraved on it.

A young man with brown hair that was slightly dancing in the breeze, wearing a white shirt, dark brown vest, and black suit trousers, walked into the teaching building.

Passing through the huge door, the interior of the teaching building exuded a dignified and ancient charm, and the marble floor reflected the light from the glass windows several meters high. The walls on both sides of the corridor were full of ancient portraits and historical books.

Lan Qi walked along the corridor, and after passing a few closed classroom doors, he found the classroom for the history class he was going to take.

His eyes scanned the space, found a back row seat with good lighting, Lan Qi walked over, put down the ancient books he had borrowed from the library, and sat at the table.

The history class Zestira chose was a water class in the preparatory course, which was a type of credit mixing.

And Lan Qi came to listen to the history class selected by second and third grade students.

But he hadn't seen Sido since he came to school, and he didn't know what grade she was in or where she would be.

While thinking, imperial students walked into the classroom one after another, all of whom were unfamiliar faces to Lan Qi. He just leaned back quietly on the chair and read, waiting for the start of the class.

As someone sat down in the seat not far from him, Lan Qi still didn't move.

Even if he didn't look, he knew it wasn't Sido.

Because Sido had a faint smell of rum on her body, and as long as she was protected by her breath, she could feel it.

However.

The figure sitting not far from Lan Qi seemed to be observing Lan Qi intentionally or unintentionally.

Making Lan Qi finally feel a little uncomfortable and put down his book.

The color of the other party's clothes seemed to be a third-grade student, and had a powerful physical combat profession pressure no less than Frey.

He should be a top student in this school.

After all, rank six was the top among the students.

"Do we know each other?"

Lan Qi asked in confusion.

He was very sure that he had never seen such a powerful, dignified and arrogant senior student, and he had never heard the name "Gloria" written on her chest badge.

"Why would Lord Sido choose you..."

Gloria frowned as she observed Lan Qi, muttering to herself in a low voice.

Full of resentment and incomprehension.

She admitted that she was not as good as the former Batian Saintess, and she didn't expect that Sigrid would one day choose her as the new Batian Saintess.

But she never thought that one day, when the Batian Sect Master selected a disciple again, it would be a holy son who had clearly said that he would not consider it!

She originally thought that the Batian Holy Son, who was exceptionally selected, would be an extraordinarily powerful man, with a bit of cold and deep aggressive eyes, and exuding an arrogant and arrogant man all over his body, who would be qualified to be the successor of the Batian Sect.

Unexpectedly—

How did Sigrid make a mistake and fall in love with such a weak Holy Son, who didn't match their Batian branch at all!

(End of this chapter)