After the teacher criticized the rumors about Roland Hill during last week's alchemy class, the reaction within the Walled City Academy regarding the black-haired girl shifted again, from initial skepticism to widespread praise. Many students even waited outside Roland Hill's classroom specifically to catch a glimpse of her. Since the girl didn't always come, this behavior gradually became like gambling, creating both anxiety and anticipation.

In the battle courtyard in the forest, towering trees stood tall, their branches and canopies blocking the sky above the courtyard. Many students who came to attend classes gathered in the shade of the trees below, but many of them came specifically to see the legendary girl.

"Today is combat class, will she come?" Two students in crimson uniforms sat on a branch not far away, overlooking the combat courtyard opposite. They also had the same rose badge on their chests.

"She will most likely come. Someone has counted her travel patterns during this period. She usually comes to attend classes for two days every 3-4 days." A young man with black shaggy hair sat on a tree, holding a block of wood in one hand and a delicate little dagger in the other, constantly whittling, as if he was carving something.

"You're quite regular. Logically speaking, such a punctual person shouldn't skip classes on purpose." The other one was a pretty girl with golden spiral curls that draped over a crimson dress. Her two legs wrapped in white silk were swaying back and forth in the air.

"Never mind. I'm pretty free today anyway, so I'll just wait here for a while. I have to complete the task that Princess Evelyn has assigned to me."

"Her Royal Highness is also interested in her? That's rare. I thought only Prince Edren was interested in Miss Loran."

"Your Highness is still in school, so this is normal. However, I've been a bit troubled lately. Some generals from the Southern Legion have written to me, hoping that Your Highness can speak well of this to His Majesty and endorse the Empire's military deployment to the Seven Kingdoms of Xuehua. These generals combined represent a formidable force, and Your Highness can't easily refuse."

The young man with shaggy hair responded while whittling a piece of wood, "So impressive? But you're saying that specifically. This isn't like your usual reserved side, Yilin."

"Hehe, since I dare to say it, you should understand what I mean." The blonde girl laughed, covering her mouth.

"I'm just a nobody and don't dare to make random guesses, but I will tell His Highness Edren about this matter." The wooden block in the young man's hand gradually turned into a human figure.

A cheer came from the crowd below. It turned out to be two girls descending from the sky hand in hand. They were Luo Lan and Keti.

Seeing the once quiet classroom become so lively, Loran Hill was a little distressed. Fortunately, she had gradually adapted to this kind of life in the spotlight recently and was not shy or panicked.

"Both girls are very beautiful, which one is Loran?" Among the people watching, some were seeing her for the first time and did not know Loran Hill.

"That's the one walking in front with such a sunny and gentle smile," a student pointed.

"The one behind is pretty, too. The dormitory arrangement at this school is really weird. Putting the two most beautiful girls together is unbalanced."

"Wouldn't it be even more beautiful if two beauties were combined? Why separate them?"

In the second-year curriculum, combat class is one of the few public courses that every student must take, but the classes are staggered according to batches.

After Loran Hill walked into the courtyard in the forest, the surrounding students immediately surrounded her. Although they did not block the road, they all wanted to take a closer look at the girl, and the previously noisy discussions in the venue also became a little quieter.

Bright sunlight filtered through the tender green leaves, dappling the forest floor and catching the girl's pale red dress. Unlike the wealthy merchants' children adorned with jewelry, unlike the girls adorned with cosmetics, and unlike the overweight or underweight students, this girl's fair, unadorned face was beautiful and pure in the sunlight. Her eyes were so clear, they seemed to speak, captivating you the moment you laid eyes on them.

But the small steps taken unintentionally seem to enter people's hearts, making a creaking sound and creating dreamy ripples.

"If this happened outside and those lecherous nobles saw it, they would definitely jump up and down." Several students standing in the distance whispered. They seemed to be first-year students from the central school building.

"So what if we jump? This is Emenas, a permanent neutral place protected by sages." A companion said disdainfully.

At this moment, a usually taciturn student couldn't help but exclaim in admiration: "Is this Senior Luo Lan? I want to go to the Walled City College next year too."

After seeing Loran Hill appear, many students finally felt that their wait of these days was not in vain, and they exclaimed in surprise. The combat course in the courtyard also officially began.

There were quite a few classes attending classes today, and Osuna happened to be among them. Although she was mentally prepared for this scene, she still found it a little difficult to accept.

If only that girl weren't there, all of this, this cheering and excitement, should have belonged to me.

Osuna's childhood experiences and environment taught her that she was the most beautiful and outstanding, and she naturally believed that she should be the center of attention. However, when reality differed from her expectations, a huge gap and panic began to spread in her heart.

She had never thought about what would happen if she lost her position at the center of the stage. Would she become like those yellow-faced women in her memory, looked down upon and forced to stay alone in a corner, having to cope with all kinds of hardships in life and participate in all kinds of dangers and hard work in the future?

Such a mediocre and lowly life was not the future she expected. Her already jealous heart became even more twisted.

Inside the courtyard, practice began.

With Roland's application and the teacher's care, Katie had no opponent. Instead, she sat on a bench under a tree and watched Roland Hill and another student sparring in the field.

The opponent was holding a slightly straight steel long sword, while Loran Hill was holding a cross-shaped rapier. Both sides' weapons were taken from inside the battle courtyard and were not sharpened.

Despite this, the slender swords still gleamed coldly in the sunlight. The two sides exchanged blows, leaving a trail of afterimages across the field, like red and green butterflies flitting endlessly. The sound of metal clashing continued, and occasionally the aftermath of a sweeping blow would sweep across the courtyard's grass, severing a few green blades. The scent of green grass gradually filled the air.

"These two are both very powerful. Just based on their reaction and speed, they are unlikely to be rivals in their class."

"I think you haven't said enough." A student watching the game nearby stated another fact he knew.

"Do you know who was sparring with Miss Loran?"

"Who is it? Looks like a second-year student from the Natural Sequence."

"That's Bumansha, the champion of the 'Random Sword Dance' competition, another miracle born from among the common people."