Five minutes later, the arena was filled with a brutal scene of corpses strewn everywhere. The students who had gathered to challenge Aya were all lying dead on the ground, piled up to about three meters high...

"Phew, I feel like a god now."

Aya shook her slightly heated fists and straightened her slightly wrinkled clothes. She pushed aside a few strands of hair that had fallen in front of her forehead and glanced back at the students she had knocked unconscious. A mischievous and proud smile appeared on her lips.

- This is the perspective of the female students who were watching from the stands.

But it must be admitted that Aya, who had rarely revealed her male identity, was indeed a handsome man. Coupled with her powerful ability to effortlessly defeat a group of students, it was inevitable that she would attract attention.

"So strong... After watching your previous battles, I thought I might have a fighting chance, but I didn't expect you to hide your true strength, little brother."

The first challenger, named Angna, a lucky E student who had regained consciousness, tried to support his still dizzy head and attempted to stand up, but ended up falling down again without any stability.

"Well, to be honest, I'm not as strong as you all think." Aya squatted down in front of him, wearing a gentle smile on her face.

"Little brother, there's no need to comfort me. I won't be discouraged just because I was defeated once. It's already my luck to realize the gap between me and a strong opponent."

Angna's expression was full of emotion. He had been taken down before he even got a good look at Aya, and the sight of her and the other students fighting after he woke up was simply unbelievable.

In the subsequent battles, Aya didn't even need to demonstrate her high speed anymore. Instead, she chose to directly face head-on, using her heavily protected iron palms to receive heavy sword strikes or swift stabs. After grabbing hold of the opponent's weapon, she would knock them out with a punch.

Later, some clever students formed a team of ten to challenge Aya. They adopted a lineup of three shield warriors, three berserkers to delay time, and four mages to cast powerful magic to suppress Aya. However, Aya easily nullified the large-scale water explosion spell that could cover the entire arena with a wave of her hand, and then she cleared the challengers who had gathered closely with dozens of hurricane spells.

After witnessing such battles, Angna had already elevated this assistant little brother to the same level as Principal Instructor Lucas in his mind. He couldn't help but marvel at the fact that he was able to bring someone like this under his control, even though she was the Silver War Maiden.

"Well, your talent is also not bad. You have reached this level with effort." Aya consoled him with a smile and extended a hand towards Angna. "Get up now."

"Ah... thank you."

"No need to thank me. By the way, you should also pay up."

"..."

...

After today's battle, the college forum exploded once again, and the protagonist of the news was undoubtedly the newly emerged assistant little brother, Aya.

Someone posted a photo taken with magic on the bulletin board, with an extremely clever angle that happened to capture the moment when Aya shattered ten people with a punch. With her lowered eyelashes, flowing white hair, and beautiful side profile, she instantly captured the hearts of countless people.

"Contract the handsome little brother of the century, please provide contact information!"

"Who is this? When did such a handsome guy appear in the college?"

"Handsome guy? I don't believe it! Such cuteness must be a girl!"

"Campus heartthrob Alan's position is being threatened."

"This is the official news from the News Department. The white-haired little brother is the secretary and assistant to the new college president, and according to estimates from the students present, his strength may be on par with the principal instructor. PS: The secretary is not part of the college's official staff, so interested students can challenge him for 5,000 gold coins."

This news is another wave of bombshells, I don't know how many divers it has blown up.

"What the hell, Night Raid on the Ivory Tower: 1/99"

"2/99"

"3/99"

"You guys, instead of acting all infatuated with someone, why don't you think of ways to improve your own strength?" someone criticized passionately, but they were quickly drowned out.

...

【Today's earnings: 235,000 gold coins, outstanding debt: 5,070,000 gold coins, the young man still needs to work hard】

"Damn..." Aya sighed as she looked at the account book in her hand. Although today's income was not bad, it was still a meager amount compared to the huge debt.

"It's alright, it's a long road ahead after all. We still have to stay in the academy for quite some time, and there will definitely be more people coming to challenge you."

On the way back to the Ivory Tower, Tiran reassured while walking, with a thick stack of gold cards in his right hand that the students used to pay the challenge fee.

As a result of the challenge, the poetry appreciation class was completely missed, and the class ended after the fight—although most of the time was spent counting money...

"Although that's what you said," Aya pushed open the door to the headmaster's office, "but you should restore your strength as soon as possible. After all, the current situation is quite tense—huh?"

As soon as the door was half-opened, Aya's movement stopped.

"Aya, you guys finally came back."

"What? Feilin? And Lucius?" Tiran was stunned.

Lucius was understandable. Recently, he had been helping the new headmaster almost every day to coordinate her work. But what was going on with Feilin? And why did they seem quite familiar with Lucius?

"Well, you see," Lucius pushed up his glasses and smiled apologetically, reaching out to pat Feilin's head, "this child begged to see His Highness, so I brought her along."

"I didn't beg you!" Feilin reacted like a cat that had its tail stepped on, jumping up and clapping Lucius's hand, arguing loudly.

"Forgive me for presuming... What is your relationship?" Tiran felt embarrassed and took the opportunity to ask.

"Feilin? Oh right, I forgot to introduce her. This child is my sister. She acted very rudely when challenging in class before, and I am truly sorry for that."

"Hmph, don't try to get close to me. I absolutely, abso·lutely won't acknowledge you as my brother before you take me home!" The girl crossed her arms, turned her face away, and coldly sneered.

Seems like there's a story behind this... Tiran stroked his chin.

With an awkward cough, Lucius changed the topic, "Didn't His Highness look for Petra from the third grade to help before? If possible, can Feilin also help with that work?"

Having one more person to help wouldn't matter, anyway. Even if this girl wanted to challenge him, he could let Aya handle it first. Tiran didn't think much about it and readily agreed with a nod.

Seeing Tiran nod, Feilin breathed a sigh of relief and finally didn't look so impatient when she looked at Lucius.

"And then there's another matter." Lucius took out several letters from his pocket, each one having a different color, material, and style. Some were made of exquisite leather paper with gold patterns, while others were made of fresh and natural emerald green materials that seemed to be some kind of special plant leaves... And the most obvious difference was the seal marks on the envelopes.

"What is this?" Aya raised an eyebrow as she looked at the letters.

"The replies from the various academies." Lucius said, realizing his mistake when he saw the confused faces of Aya and Tiran. "Sorry for forgetting to explain. This is the annual martial festival held by the academy in the spring. We invite several top battle academies from across the continent to compete and compare skills."

This is a common practice, after all, we are the number one academy on the continent and we have that reputation.

But...

"Why are you telling me now..." Tiran asked disappointedly. From a bystander’s perspective, it would be a great spectacle to watch, but as the academy's head, there would be a lot of related work to handle, and the princess hated troublesome matters the most.

"It was my negligence," Lucius wiped his sweat. "The handover process for the head of the academy is too busy. If I hadn't received the replies this morning, I probably wouldn't have remembered until the engineering department and the student council reported it... In the end, it's all that brat Xiera's fault. Why did she run away at this crucial time? Darn!"

The usually well-mannered and courteous headmaster suddenly complained with a grim face.

Wow, that's some deep resentment...

"Nevermind, since you have taken this position, you have to take on the responsibility," Tiran shook his head and took the letter from Lucius's hand. "Anyway, as long as we handle these matters properly, there shouldn’t be any problems, right?"

"Yes, the engineering department will take care of the venue, and the student council will plan the schedule. Your Highness, please coordinate the work of all parties and prepare for the exchange with the other academies during the martial festival."

"No problem," Tiran nodded. "Speaking of which, which academies are participating?"

"Putting aside the ordinary academies that are not on our level, the main ones that Your Highness needs to pay attention to are the Temple Church's Theological Academy, Garolan of the Elf Kingdom, and P.E.T. Lingyue of the half-Orc Kingdom... Oh, and the 'Gaixia' from the Eastern Continent."

"What? Lingyue? And the Elves too?" Aya immediately thought of Coco, who was far away in the Elf Kingdom.

"Well, here is the activity proposal and schedule submitted by the student council. Please take a look, Your Highness," Lucius handed over another leather document bag.

The document bag was commonly used in the academy's office. Tiran had seen many of them in the past few days, and the filing cabinets beside him were filled with them. The only difference was the emblem on the seal, which had some variations from Milt's emblem.

"A symbol designed for the martial festival, incorporating the characteristic elements of several academies, but the main part is still Milt's lighthouse emblem..."

Wait a minute.

Aya's ears moved slightly, and she caught a word very sensitively.

What did you say?

Lighthouse?

...

"Don't run away! If you have the guts, come back! Leave the stuff, you jerk!"

"Sorry, sorry, it wasn't on purpose... I will definitely return it when I have the chance! It's the Lighthouse Academy, right? I remembered it and I will definitely return it! Hey, hey, hey, don't throw magic spells!"

...

Repeat, the Milt Academy, also known as the Lighthouse Academy, symbolizes the Watcher of the world, a top battle academy on the continent, with the head of the academy being a mysterious Holy Rank powerhouse.

Decades ago, there was an incident where a dragon broke into the academy's treasury, but fortunately, the head of the academy successfully repelled it.

Thinking of this, Lilim's body trembled and cold sweat trickled down...