Chapter 78
The college with the most students in the Royal Capital Academy is the Warrior Academy, followed by the Pharmacy Academy and the Alchemy Academy.
The Beast Taming Academy, Magic Academy, and Astrology Academy have the fewest students.
Although there are many students, the majority of them are young masters with money and power. Only a small number are from commoner backgrounds, since many people don't even know that commoners can enroll in the Royal Capital Academy.
Among these students from humble backgrounds, a large portion were recommended by the church. It was pastors who traveled through the countryside who discovered that the children had the talent of warriors and made recommendations.
These talented children have to go through layers of testing. Those with average talent are sent to district academies, while those with exceptional talent are recommended to the Royal Academy.
Students from better backgrounds, or those whose families already have outstanding warriors, are trained from a young age. Even if they are not particularly talented, they can still meet the admission requirements of the Royal Capital Academy through years of training.
A small portion also came from the great nobility.
Back then, the Third Prince also entered the Warrior Academy of the Royal Capital Academy to gain experience. The Warrior Academy had a huge number of students, and some of them got in through connections. Some people knew about it, and some didn't, but that didn't matter.
Since no external force can be used for the year-end trials anyway, these nobles will still be at the bottom of the rankings.
The second-year student leading Aster looked at the man's enormous size and couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement, "If you punched him, I think a lot of second-year students would fall down."
Astor scratched his head sheepishly: "Hey, really?"
Among the warriors, there were quite a few who were petite, but those guys were really skilled. Most of them were about the same size, but they were still far from being big and burly. After all, many young people still pay attention to their appearance, and a burly physique is just like that of a barbarian.
The second-year student prided himself on his average build, but his head only reached Aster's shoulder.
"Is this what a born warrior is like?" he thought to himself, but couldn't help asking Astor, "Which dean did you study under?"
Aster thought for a moment and replied, "What about Bishop Felix?"
He was used to calling him Bishop Felix when he was at the Papacy, and he was very happy to talk about this teacher he had chosen early on.
The second-year students sincerely congratulated him, saying that Dean Felix had stopped accepting students in recent years, and Astor was very likely to be Felix's last student.
Astor's eyes widened: "Why is that?"
"Dean Felix will be retiring in a few years, right? He's been at the Royal Capital Academy long enough. Didn't you see a lot of people in the auditorium? There were several deans from the Warrior Academy there. The deans from the Warrior Academy were the most numerous."
“However, Fekris’s successor will definitely be a dwarf, just like Dean Finney of the Magic Academy,” he said.
The only other races still active on the continent of Icarus are the elves and dwarves... or perhaps the demons if you really want to include them.
After a pause, the second-year student continued, "Everyone is easy to get along with. If someone doesn't want to talk to you, just take them to the arena and tell them that if they can't understand human language, you know a little bit of martial arts."
Astor exclaimed in shock, "This, this isn't right. I'm not the kind of person who hits people randomly."
"What do you mean by hitting someone? This is friendly competition, it's helping classmates improve!" the second-grade student said confidently.
Astor's eyes widened, then he suddenly realized something: "Senior doesn't do this often, does he?"
Upon hearing this, the second-year student smiled shyly and said, "No way, I'm not that kind of person. I don't even go to the competition arena."
Astor breathed a sigh of relief, then heard the second-year student say, "I always hit directly."
He complained, "The competition venue is so far away. It takes up my time to eat if I have to make the round trip."
Astor opened his mouth, then silently took a step to the side, showing great respect for this senior who was shrewd enough to know a little about martial arts at the drop of a hat.
The senior student continued, "After all, there are all kinds of people in the Warrior Academy. If you don't like someone, just beat them up. Since Dean Fekris accepted you as a student, he must have examined your character. Just believe that you are right."
Astor tentatively asked, "Who is your teacher, senior...?"
The second-year student smiled and said, "Dean."
She added, "That's my father."
Aster: "..."
No wonder this senior dared to act so casually; he must have had incredibly powerful backing!
As the two talked, they arrived at the dormitory area. Unlike other colleges, the dormitories in the Warrior Academy were all very similar, with four people living in each dormitory. Except for the dormitories near the stairs, which had slightly different interiors, the interior decorations of the other dormitories were exactly the same.
The Warrior Academy dormitory is also the only dormitory area that is not open to the public.
"At the time, it only restricted the boys' dormitories, since fights were happening there every day..."
As soon as they entered the dormitory area, they saw several people fighting on the roadside. Astor's eyes widened, and he stammered, "Is this...is this okay?"
The second-year student waved his hand dismissively: "Why not? The students are a bit complicated. You'll understand after you've been here for about a year. I can't explain it clearly in a short time."
"If you don't want to fight, then don't get involved. With your size, no one will dare to come near you."
The two of them continued walking forward.
Suddenly someone shouted from the side: "What are you looking at!"
Immediately afterwards, seven or eight voices replied, "What's wrong with you!"
Astor watched helplessly as that group of people started fighting again.
He regretted it a little.
This isn't the best warrior academy on the entire continent, it's more like a primitive man's academy!
While he was still reeling from his regret, another figure rushed over and shouted, "Senior Pierre, I've been wanting to fight you for a long time! Let's have a duel!"
Pierre was the name of the second-year student. He frowned slightly and met the figure rushing towards him at high speed. Before Astor could even see what it was, Pierre kicked out.
He kicked the person ten meters away!
Astor was shocked. He never expected that his senior, with his thick eyebrows and big eyes, would have such amazing legs!
"Cool……"
As Astor passed the guy face down, he heard a sound of ecstasy.
Astor was about to cry.
This place is absolutely terrifying!
Pierre comforted him, saying, "You see, it's not that I'm a violent person, it's that these people have lost their humanity."
"I believe you can kill all the first-years, Aster!"
Astor: "...I don't really want to..."
Pierre patted him seriously on the shoulder... but couldn't reach, so he patted his butt instead, ignoring Astor's sudden clutching of his butt as if pricked by a needle, and sighed, "Although the Warrior Academy is a mixed bag, once you see those arrogant nobles, you'll know that this is true magic defeating magic."
An inspirational story of eccentric students successfully overpowering a powerful noble family!
Astor, clutching his buttocks: ...
Upon reaching the fourth floor of dormitory building number fifteen, Peter examined the hand totem of Astor for a long time before leading everyone to a dormitory room. He excitedly exclaimed, "Aster, open the door and you'll find your roommate of five years! Aren't you excited?!"
Astor: "...Maybe."
He was afraid that his senior would kick down his dorm room door.
Fortunately, Peter did not do that. He simply asked him to put his palm in the round groove on the dormitory door, saying that the student's identification had to be verified the first time the dormitory was opened.
—Of course, only the Warrior Academy did this, and the painful lessons learned are best left unsaid.
Astor successfully opened his dormitory room, but he couldn't help feeling nervous. His roommate of five years was him—how did he catch Pierre's influence?
The dormitory was a shared dormitory, not very big, with individual beds and desks. The beds were quite large, and the whole dormitory was clean and bright. If it weren't for the neatly folded quilts of various colors on the other three beds, Astor would have almost thought he didn't have any roommates.
Pierre looked around the dormitory and exclaimed in anguish, "Damn it!"
Astor asked nervously, "What's wrong?" He felt that his roommates all seemed like normal people.
"You've opened a golden egg, Aster!"
"What!?"
Pierre said seriously, “Judging from the beds, two of your roommates are from noble families in the capital, and their status should be quite high. One of them is probably from an ordinary family, but the blankets are folded very neatly, and even the edges are so sharp.”
Two noble young masters, one commoner with extraordinary talent, plus Astor... ah, well, Astor is the real extraordinary talent.
Astor was shocked: "Senior, I didn't expect you to be so thoughtful!"
Bild took it as him praising himself.
Astor had just come out of the secret realm, and his clothes were terribly ugly and filthy. Pierre asked him if he wanted to take a shower and change his clothes, as the dormitory would be equipped with three sets of academy uniforms.
However, not many people wear it; it's only worn on important occasions.
Pierre thoughtfully explained to Astor how to use the dormitory bathrooms. The dormitory had two bathrooms, and the bathrooms were not small.
The uniform size was the largest; I wonder if Fikry secretly instructed the logistics staff.
While Astor went to wash up, Pierre went to the corridor and looked around, trying to find the person who had tried to provoke him. However, it seemed that all the students on this floor had gone to class, and the corridor was empty.
Peter was somewhat disappointed.
However, his disappointment didn't last long. He saw a figure turn around from the stairs and head straight for the dormitory.
He was a boy who looked no more than fourteen or fifteen years old. He was pale and his build was more like that of a student from the neighboring magic academy than a student from the warrior academy. He had long hair tied back and some freckles on his face. He wore a simple shirt and trousers with a low-key jacket.
Pierd sized up the boy and thought to himself that it was strange; this guy didn't look like someone from the Warrior Academy at all.
However, when the boy arrived at Astor's dormitory and saw that the door was wide open, he glanced at Pierre standing in the corridor outside the door, his gaze falling on the badge on Pierre's uniform chest. He calmly greeted him as a senior and then went inside.
Pierce decided to take the initiative: "Hey, junior, what's your name?"
The boy who pulled out the chair looked at Pierre who had walked in, pursed his lips, and seemed to be thinking about whether to answer. But Pierre had already started rolling up his sleeves. A struggle flashed in his eyes, but he still answered Pierre: "Lamb."
Pierre narrowed his eyes, quickly searching his mind for information about the name. He silently lowered his sleeves and sized up the sickly-looking boy: "You're Earl Lamb's grandson? What are you doing at the Warrior Academy?"
Earl Lamb said calmly, "I've come back to move out."
“Oh,” Pierre responded, watching Earl Lamb pack his things with his back to him, then asked, “Where are you moving to?”
"School of Astrology."
A look of surprise crossed Pierre's face. He looked at Earl Lamb's thin frame, casually tidied up the books on the table, and put them into a box.
When Astor came out drying his hair, he was delighted to find that one of his roommates had returned. Just as he was about to speak, his roommate glanced at him and then picked up his suitcase and left.
The look in his eyes was strange, but before Astor could figure it out, the person was gone.
Pierre stood to one side, resting his chin on his hand in deep thought.
"Senior, was that my roommate just now?"
Pierre snapped out of his daze and looked at Astor: "He was then, but not now."
Aster: "?"
"Do you know the story of Earl Lamb? Or Knight Lamb?"
Hearing the somewhat familiar name, Astor hesitated and asked, "Is this... the story of the hero defeating the demon king decades ago?"
Pierre raised his chin: "Hmm, that person just now was Earl Lamb's grandson. It seems he's the only one left in his family. Strange, he shouldn't be at the Warrior Academy... no, no, it's even stranger if he's at the Astrology Academy, isn't it?" He said to himself.
After saying that, he looked at the bewildered Astor, patted his head, and said, "Forget about it. After you're all packed up, I'll take you to see the Warrior Academy's teaching building and the competition arena."
In the dormitory area of the Warrior Academy, you could see several people fighting everywhere. After they finished fighting, they would go to eat side by side like brothers. The air was hot and humid. On the way, Earl Lamb, carrying a deerskin trunk, walked along expressionlessly.
A few people looked over, but quickly looked away.
Hitting classmates of similar build is nothing, but if they pick on a skinny classmate, they'll be ganged up on, and what if they accidentally kill him? They don't want to be thrown in jail at the very beginning of their lives.
Earl Lamb left the Warrior Academy's dormitory area and walked for a long time before entering the Astrology Academy's dormitory area.
Unlike all other dormitory areas, the Astrology Academy's dormitories are in their own courtyards.
The road was deserted, and even though the flowers and plants were well taken care of, it was hard to hide the lifelessness of this place.
He arrived at the outside of a courtyard and successfully opened the gate.
The dormitory area is very close to the teaching building of the Astrology Academy, and the conditions are the best among all the academies of the Royal Capital Academy.
Earl Lamb entered the house, put down his deerskin trunk, and only then did his tense nerves relax.
He had assumed that person would be assigned to the Warrior Academy, but he had miscalculated...
The boy was inevitably somewhat frustrated.
However, he still had a long time ahead of him at the Royal Capital Academy, so he cheered himself up, knowing that he would meet that person again someday.
No matter what storms raged outside, the Royal Capital Academy remained largely unaffected. Apart from a small group of nobles who couldn't help but worry about the situation in the capital, everyone else was completely immersed in academy life.
Having missed two weeks of classes, the group of heroes were naturally extremely busy, catching up on the missed general courses and learning basic professional knowledge from their mentors. They would leave home when the sun rose in the morning and return when it got dark at night, quickly washing up and going straight to sleep as soon as they got back to their dormitory.
Arnold's roommate was a shy, unassuming boy, but he said his grandfather was the former prime minister.
Arnold immediately recalled the story of Veris chanting in Albion, a story that could very well have led to his arrest and imprisonment...
He resisted the urge to ask, thinking that if he had the chance to see Veris again, he would definitely ask her carefully if it was true.
The dormitories at the Alchemy Academy were also two-person rooms. Dean Petri's dormitory design was ingenious. Allen's roommate was a young man who would hug the alchemy cauldron and murmur sweet nothings to himself every day.
Allen felt fear.
Carlo, the elven saint, naturally had his own dormitory. His mentor was Fenny. Elves and dwarves had their own dormitory areas.
As Pierre had guessed, Astor's roommates were a nobleman and a commoner. Although the nobleman was a bit arrogant, after seeing Astor's enormous size, he stammered "you" for a long time before finally showing a fawning smile.
The commoner roommate, whose build was somewhere between the noble young master and Astor, excitedly discussed matters of sheep herding with Astor.
However, the three-person dormitory did not last long, and soon someone else moved in to fill the vacancy of Earl Lamb.
The new roommate seems a bit eccentric; apparently, he also studies alchemy.
But this person could also cook, and his culinary skills were extremely good, so the other three quickly and willingly bowed down and called him "Big Brother".
A week had passed before news of the Phoenix County rebellion spread throughout the capital and then to the Royal Academy.
Prince Phoenix colluded with the demons, launched a rebellion, and declared independence.
This is different from the rebellion of Mercury back then. Mercury borders the Kingdom of Lortheran, and the kingdom's border guards can enter Mercury at any time.
Phoenix County is located in the northernmost part of the continent of Icarus, separated from Salem County. The kingdom's army must enter Salem to reach Phoenix County.
“Our troops are better adapted to the climate and environment of District 11. They are fine in Salem, but if they cross Salem into Phoenix, many soldiers may experience adverse reactions.”
"Moreover, the entire army is stationed in Salem. If Salem were to rebel, the consequences would be unimaginable."
"But is it possible that Angara is even worse than Salem if we pass through there?"
“My grandfather said the safest way was to go east to Daventry and then northwest, but that would take more than twice as long as going directly north.”
The people discussing this rebellion were not the warlike students from the Warrior Academy, but rather the students from the Pharmacy Academy.
Born into nobility, they were very sensitive to the wars and political information of the previous dynasty. Normally, they would have started arguing long ago when they got together, but now, everyone's face was clouded with anger, and half a day had passed without them coming up with a good solution.
Every route has its undeniable drawbacks.
Some even considered taking the sea route, but then they were criticized.
"You want to go through Isabel? Have those pigs from the Beast Taming Academy eaten your brain?!"
Phoenix County is too far from the capital city. Although the sudden outbreak of war caused some unease, it did not affect the daily entertainment life of the people in the capital.
But in the end, the newly enthroned king still ordered the formation of a large army to travel north from Salem County and head straight into Phoenix County.
There were many dissenting voices. Lortheran looked at the assembled ministers in the hall and chuckled, "Then give me a better solution."
For a moment, the lobby fell silent.
The old prime minister stood calmly at the front, without saying a word.
Suddenly a commotion arose outside the hall. A guard entered, bowed, and said, "Your Majesty, a letter has arrived from the Papacy."
Lortheran raised an eyebrow. "Let him in."
A figure stepped into the hall against the light. The ministers all turned to look and saw a young man with a mask on his face. Their expressions changed. He was even wearing a mask when meeting the king. The Papacy had become increasingly arrogant in recent years.
However, His Majesty the King was not angry. Instead, he stood up and gave the Papacy ample face.
The young man simply bowed and said, "Cardinal of the Papacy, Deputy Papal Envoy, greetings to His Majesty the King."
Lortheran quickly waved his hand to tell him to get up.
The young man continued, "The Pope has ordered me to accompany the army north to quell the rebellion in Phoenix County. I hope His Majesty will make the necessary arrangements."
Lortheran opened his eyes wide, looked at the young man below, and couldn't help but ask, "Only you?"
The young man smiled and said, "Of course not, I will bring some followers with me."
The ministers had different expressions on their faces. The fact that someone from the Papacy had come was enough to make them concerned, but this person was actually the Papal Vice-Envoy. What exactly was the Pope up to?
However, as soon as their conspiracy theories began to surface, His Majesty the King above laughed and agreed.
Minister: "..."
Why did Your Majesty agree so quickly! What if it's a church conspiracy?!
Lortheran was overjoyed and canceled the court assembly, sending those useless ministers home.
He strode down the lobby and lowered his voice: "Are you really going?"
The young man was none other than Veris. He grunted and said, "I have some things I need to investigate, and I might as well do you a favor while I'm at it."
"Isn't Sylvain going with you?" Lortheran asked again.
Veris: "Even if he wants to go, I won't let him."
The two walked towards the back door of the council hall.
Lortheran was curious about what Veris was going to investigate, and Veris didn't try to hide anything, readily saying, "I'm going to the far north coast of the continent."
That's the port of Phoenix County.
Lortheran racked his brains trying to recall what in this place would be worth Veris's trip, but after thinking for a long time, he couldn't come up with anything.
I simply asked the question directly.
Veris: "The sea area north of the port is the habitat of mermaids and many other sea creatures. As the sun sets and the foam disappears, the legendary ruins of Cupid will appear among the rainbows."
Lortheran: "Isn't this something you made up?"
Veris wrote a thick book about the story of Cupid. He said that not all the things in the book were actually done by Cupid, but he would take all the good things and attribute them to Cupid, no matter who did them.
Quite unreasonable.
Lortheran had some guesses about why Veris favored the god of love, but Veris hadn't told him, so guesses were just guesses. He thought of the gods in the secret realm, and his expression turned serious: "Is the god of love the same as those gods?"
“That’s not entirely true,” Veris denied.
He continued, "The difference between the God of Love and those other gods is quite significant. Those gods bully the weak and fear the strong, and they enjoy persecuting the races on the continent. The God of Love, on the other hand, will punish everyone, whether they are weak or strong."
Lortheran: "..."
He suddenly realized that this god of love, whom Veris had worshipped for hundreds of years, was actually an unreasonable fellow!
Other gods are filled with malice towards humanity, and the god of love is filled with malice towards the entire world.
"ah!"
Veris turned to look at the newly crowned king, who had fallen face-first to the ground, and asked in confusion, "What are you doing?"
Lortheran looked up blankly, "I don't know, how did I fall..." Then he flew into a rage, "This damn floor!"
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Author's note: See you tomorrow! [kissing emoji]
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