After much deliberation, Tiran couldn't come up with a satisfactory way to make an entrance, so she ended up arriving at the classroom for her class looking disheveled.

Milt Academy operated on a credit system, with courses divided into elective and compulsory. As a combat academy, the main courses focused on combat techniques such as swordsmanship, marksmanship, archery, magic, as well as auxiliary skills like reconnaissance, tracking, and stealth. Recently, due to the trend of comprehensive talent development known as "quality education", they also added compulsory courses in subjects like mathematics, physics, and alchemy...

As for Tiran's poetry appreciation class, it was in the elective category.

Princess Tiran initially didn't expect many people to enroll in this class - after all, taking humanities courses in a combat academy was a bit absurd, akin to discussing philosophy with soldiers in a military camp... Ahem, not that kind of philosophy!

In any case, Tiran thought that having a few students show up would be good enough, and most of them would be attracted by the "Holy Rank instruction", even though it was technically an elective. If that was the case, Princess Tiran believed she could handle it.

But now... it seems she had underestimated the appeal of Holy Rank, or rather, the name "Silver War Maiden".

According to the course timetable given to her by Lucius, her classroom was located on the second floor eastside of the Milt Academy castle. Having received her education directly from various royal teachers in the palace since childhood, Tiran had never been to a place like the academy before. Based on her memories from Earth, she was actually quite curious about this academy in a different world.

"To tell the truth, I feel like this place is somewhat familiar."

Aya, who was walking ahead, suddenly turned around and said with a puzzled expression.

"Have you been here before?" Tiran wasn't too concerned, as according to her little sister, Aya had traveled around the continent before and going to Milt wasn't anything out of the ordinary for her.

"The problem is, I don't remember. The word 'Milt' doesn't exist in my memory, but this corridor feels familiar." Aya tapped her head, as if trying to fix a misconnected nerve and recollect her memories.

Tiran shrugged indifferently and carefully observed the corridor as well. The overall style of the corridor, from the decorative wall carvings to the black and white checkered flooring, bore a striking resemblance to European palace aesthetics on Earth. It looked quite comfortable.

This time, they didn't get lost or encounter any other mishaps, and easily found the classroom Lucius mentioned.

Standing in front of the door, Princess Tiran hesitated for a moment before reaching for the doorknob. She turned back to Aya with a slightly nervous expression and said, "I still feel a bit anxious."

"...If only you had known earlier." Aya rolled her eyes and pushed the door open without hesitation.

The seemingly heavy wooden door was well lubricated, easily sliding open with a gentle push.

It was filled with people. All people.

Princess Tiran, who decided to take the poetry appreciation class on a whim, and Aya, who came along just to watch the commotion, were both dumbfounded.

The classroom was a typical lecture hall similar to those on Earth, with a large whiteboard in the center. Though the space wasn't particularly large, there were only a few dozen seats.

After all, it was an elective course, and a humanities course that students usually didn't pay much attention to. That's why Lucius chose this classroom, thinking it would be enough. But he didn't expect that the demand for this course would be overwhelming, with students not finding enough seats and having to stand in the back rows to audit the class.

Upon seeing Tiran enter the classroom, the entire room erupted as if a bomb had been dropped.

"Um, Headmaster?"

Petra, acting as the class representative, had already distributed the lesson plan and was waiting at the podium.

"Why are there suddenly so many people here..." Tiran, with a face full of frustration, pulled Petra aside.

Upon hearing Tiran's question, Petra, somewhat confused, responded, "Isn't it normal for Her Highness, the Silver War Maiden, to personally teach? She is, after all, a princess."

"...Damn it, are you all really so interested in poetry appreciation?! Don't lie to me just because I didn't study much! I don't believe you all wanted to attend the classes of the former headmaster either!"

Princess Tiran, who was half doubtful, took a deep breath and walked back to the podium.

"Firstly, I want to thank all of you for attending. Since you all should already know me, I won't introduce myself. Today..."

"Headmaster!"

As Tiran had just started speaking, a hand shot up from the audience, waving vigorously in front of Tiran's face.

"Cough... As we all know, poetry is an ancient art..." The princess forced a smile, doing her best to ignore the hand.

"Headmaster, over here!"

Damn it, the waving got even more intense. Seriously, if you're sitting in the front row, stop waving! Even if the people behind you have no objections, my eyes are getting dizzy from all this waving!

"If you have any questions, feel free to ask after class. Now, let's get back to the topic of poetry..."

"Headmaster!"

What the hell do you want to do?! Tiran stared back at the girl, who kept waving her hand below, annoyed. Finally, he couldn't continue speaking and asked, "What is it?"

"Headmaster, I want to challenge you!" The girl appeared to be around the same age as Petra, with short, sleek hair that brushed her ears. Her hair color was somewhat similar to Mimi's, but a bit darker, and her eyes were slightly raised, bright and spirited, filled with determination.

Tsk, this classmate, didn't you see this is a cultural class? Since it's a cultural class, stop with the fighting! Princess Tiran felt frustrated. If you won't spare me, then what's the point of me lowering my prestige to teach poetry appreciation?

"Lowering your prestige? Weren't you thrilled when you were working on the curriculum and teaching plan?" Aya's voice, filled with helplessness, echoed in Tiran's mind.

"Shut up, don't eavesdrop on my thoughts with our contract!"

"It's not my fault, is it? This two-way contract wasn't something I willingly accepted!"

After staring at the girl for a while, Tiran finally sighed, "Fine, I'll accept your challenge, but after this class."

Immediately, a look of delight appeared on the girl's face as she clenched her fist and waved it in excitement.

The girl's success seemed to ignite a fuse, and the entire classroom exploded once again.

"Headmaster, I want to challenge you too!"

"And me as well! Second member of the Second Class Gun Squad reporting!"

"If I win, will you agree to go on a date with me?"

I'll slap that last person who said that! Hearing the final statement, Aya, glaring at the chubby troublemaker in the corner, stood up abruptly, feeling instantly annoyed. Hmm, I'm not sure why, but I just feel irritated.

...

The princess finally understood. These guys were all here to challenge her. Ever since the establishment of Milt Academy, the first headmaster had set an unchangeable rule: students could apply to challenge the teachers, and if successful, they could even skip various tedious exams and receive graduation certifications and direct invitations to join the academy.

- The teachers at Milt Academy are not just ordinary college professors. In a situation where any teacher you pick from the academy could have been a renowned knight or sage, this identity itself serves as a hardcore certification of strength.

Moreover, as the top combat academy, Milt Academy has accumulated a significant amount of various resources. Once one becomes a teacher, most of these resources can be directly accessed, and the treatment is much better than that of graduates who become adventurers or sell themselves to kingdoms or nobles.

Of course, the consequences of a failed challenge are quite severe. If one fails, they can lose a significant amount of credit points, and if they don't have enough credits, they might even have to start from the previous level. Years of effort can go to waste. Besides, they have no right to refuse to follow the teacher around and run errands.

In addition, all the teachers at the school are high-level or above, with rich combat experience. There are very few who dare to challenge them.

Except for Tiran. This is a different story altogether because she is a Holy Rank.

Once again, the princess couldn't help but wonder why they let this reputation spread.

For a cultivator, with normal talent and rigorous training, reaching levels four, five, or six is generally achievable. With a bit more talent, it might even be possible to make it past the barrier to higher levels. But reaching level eight, which is equivalent to a great knight or grand mage, eliminates about 99% of the people. Holy Rank is even more unthinkable.

The problem is that most of the students at the academy are exceptionally talented and they come here to maintain their high level and strive for advancement. For such people, having a Holy Rank expert to spar with without worrying about their own safety is like a dream come true.

"So, the former headmaster was challenged every day?" Tiran made an expression of toothache.

"Well, not really. Lady Director Ceira is rarely seen apart from her usual classes and big events. Even during classes, she comes and goes swiftly; you can't find her..." Petra rubbed her nose sheepishly.

Damn it.

The princess gritted her teeth in annoyance and vowed to do the same next time.

"Wait a minute, didn't you say that ordinary students don't dare to challenge because they can't accumulate enough credits? Is it really that easy to get credits at Milt? Those people before were a bit too enthusiastic, weren't they?"

"It's probably..." The girl's expression turned awkward.

Indeed, unless they are monster-level students, challenging a teacher has a 99% chance of failure. To avoid retaking classes, accumulating enough credits is a must.

"But there are exceptions... Like the instructor of the martial arts department, Teacher Yuxia."

Oh, yeah, now she remembered. She had seen her during the teacher meeting that Lucius held before. A stunning beauty with blonde hair and blue eyes and a great figure, especially in the chest area, which almost made the princess jealous enough to bite her handkerchief.

"No need to say more, I understand."

No wonder, even the few who claimed to challenge her before were mostly boys. It was probably for this reason!

"Oh, by the way, Headmaster, isn't the challenge about to start? Feilin should already be waiting down there. Aren't you going down?"

The two of them stood in the stands of the academy's arena, and Petra suddenly noticed that the challenge was about to begin, but Tiran was still leisurely leaning on the railing.

"Huh? When did I say I was going to fight?"

The princess yawned and casually commented, not concerned with the matter.