Open the dossier given by Lucius, inside it is a neatly stacked pile of papers, and the top one records the list of students participating in the Elite Tournament. Tiran was also involved in designing the schedule for the War Festival, and most of the process is very clear. The War Festival official competition will last for a full seven days, and the competition categories are generally divided into the Ranking Matches and the Elite Tournament...actually, when the princess saw the names, she really wanted to make fun of why it's not called Qualifying Matches and Peak Matches.

But the names already explain the contents of the two competitions very well. The so-called Ranking Matches are competitions that all students participating in the War Festival can freely sign up for. It is a one-on-one challenge on the arena, with the winner gaining points and the loser losing points. In the end, the rankings determine the levels.

As the top combat academy in the continent, the War Festival is a competition jointly hosted by the most prestigious academies. The final recognition of strength is accepted by almost every country or organization. If you can achieve a good ranking, it will undoubtedly be beneficial for the students' future development. And once you can enter the top 100, your academy will also gain face.

...Damn, what's the difference between this and the college entrance examination? Taking a moment to calm down, the princess inexplicably felt a bit annoyed.

"By the way, what's up with these level titles? Did you come up with them? And the names are so strange...Ladder Ranking?" Aya curiously flipped to the second page and saw the pyramid pattern that marked N levels from bottom to top, like bronze, silver, gold...all the way to master and king...

Although she couldn't quite understand it, she always felt that it looked very powerful...

"Do you think it's meaningful to mark so many levels? In the end, only a few people can make it to the top 100, right?" Aya sighed.

"Of course it's useful. Just think about it, not only pro players participate in the War Festival. If regular academies are crushed all the way down to the ground, wouldn't it be uncomfortable? But now, as long as the noobs win one or two matches, they can at least achieve bronze or silver. Isn't everyone happy? Learn a bit, this is called maximizing human happiness theory." The princess had a serious expression.

"And bronze is still the lowest, right?" Aya sighed.

"Yeah, you have a point. Then I'll go ask the planning committee to create two lower ranks that no one can reach, to give the noobs a sense of psychological comfort. Hmm, let's call it Iron and Plastic."

Aya quickly dragged this person back. Boss, please stop showing off.

As for the Elite Tournament, it is specifically prepared for the top-tier academies. There are a total of seven spots, and every year, it's usually the same few academies that dominate, with little change, like the Royal Knight Academy of Milanía, which had a record of entering the Elite Tournament during its peak, but it's very unstable. They might be squeezed out the next year.

Although the Elite Tournament adopts a 5v5 team battle mode, there are only a few people on each team. If it's just coaching the students participating in the Elite Tournament in Milt, there shouldn't be much pressure.

"Well then, Coach Tiran Elysian, please come forward." The princess pretended to tidy up the stack of documents in her hand, reading each one carefully.

"Hey...are you sure about this? Aya looked at her serious appearance, not expecting this princess to come up with any decent tactics.

"Hmph, don't underestimate me." The princess was full of confidence, flipping through the documents in her hand smoothly:

"Let me see...oh, Petra is indeed here, and the remaining configurations are also very good. We have a shield warrior who can take hits, oh, and even crowd control skills. But it seems like this ice mage's AOE damage is a bit lacking, did you max out the control attributes?"

"What are you even talking about..." Aya expressed her confusion, although it seemed like they were talking about battles, it sounded strange to her.

There were a total of six people, including five official team members and one substitute. The team consisted of a shield warrior who primarily used a tower shield as his main weapon, a gunner, a swordsman, and Petra. All four of them were melee fighters, and the substitute was a mage. Could it be because the backline was easily taken out?

"Hmm, something seems odd." Aya stroked her chin and pointed at the roster in a strange manner. "Why isn't Feilin here? She should be able to take on anyone here, right?"

"Huh, it looks like it. If that kid was here, we could probably beat everyone easily," Tiran suddenly realized that they had missed a super-strong competitor. Petra had admitted that she couldn't win against Feilin, and yet Petra was participating while Feilin wasn't. What was going on? (Why didn't you take a powerful hero when you had everything?)

Could it be because she was too strong and got banned? That doesn't make sense, right? In conclusion...

"Could it be that she took drugs or fixed the matches before? I never expected this delicate and lovely girl to betray the revolution..."

...

In the afternoon, the six members representing Milt in the academy's elite tournament had all gathered in a small training room located within the academy city.

Although it was called small, it was actually a spacious area with a floor that was even more solid than the large training ground outside. This training room was not used for battles, but specifically for high-level students to test tactics and techniques.

Half an hour had passed since the end of school time, and there were only a few people remaining in the academy. The six of them were waiting in the training room, but they weren't particularly anxious. After all, the renowned expert who would be guiding them was someone of great stature. Even if they were put against the others present, they were still far behind.

"Um, everyone, don't be nervous. Although Tiran is a legendary hero, he's actually very approachable," Petra was trying to ease everyone's tension. As the only person in the team who had close interactions with Tiran, she was the only one who could do this.

Although it seemed unnecessary...

"I'm not particularly nervous. I would rather learn from the Silver War Maiden. I heard she also fights using ice abilities. I wonder how she compares to the Great Sage Diya in this aspect," said Joshua, the only mage in the official team, who was in his twenties. He wore the long robe commonly seen on scholars and exuded an academic aura, but his eyes were sharp and aggressive.

Joshua, the Frost Mage, was a rare genius student who had obtained the title of "Grand Mage" in his early twenties. He ranked fourth in the third tier sequence.

"As for learning, I'll pass. I have an understanding of my own abilities," said the silver-haired youth carrying a short gun in a relaxed manner, glancing sideways at the sturdy man towering beside him. "But I am quite looking forward to the tactical guidance from the academy head himself. Only a few academies have the privilege of being personally instructed by a Holy Rank. Hey, Ruel, what do you think?"

McLenn, the second-ranked gunner and fifth in the third tier sequence, asked Ruel.

"Save the challenges, Joshua. You can't even defeat me," Ruel revealed a sincere smile but showed no mercy with his words.

"Tch!" Joshua was momentarily speechless, unable to argue. After all, the fist is the ultimate truth, and this guy in front of him was one of the few who could defeat him in the academy.

As an ice mage, Joshua should have been at a disadvantage in the qualifying arena battles. However, it was precisely his exceptional control over the situation and his uncanny teleportation abilities that allowed him to toy with his opponents effortlessly.

The normally unstoppable ice control and teleports of the ice magic seemed to have no effect on him. Instead, it was his astonishingly fast and unstoppable warcar that left him with no room to dodge.

Serial number three, shield warrior Ruel.

"But Joshua is right. If we don't challenge the strong, we won't become stronger." The swordsman, who had remained silent while cleaning his sword, sheathed his sword and casually inserted a comment.

"But we still need to defeat the opponents in front of us first." Ruel shrugged indifferently. "Even if it's me, there are still the two big sisters above, not to mention that monster with the rank zero."

"Um..."

A small voice sounded behind Petra, and a cute and timid girl raised her hand. "Can we win first place this time?"

"Hey, when did Nancy join us?"

"I didn't even notice."

"To be honest, Nancy, with your abilities, why bother being an aurora mage? Just become a shadow assassin directly."

"Ugh..."

Seemingly dissatisfied with the evaluation of "low presence," the girl pouted and peeked out from Petra's shoulder, glaring at the boys.

"Hey hey, that's enough. It's Nancy's first time participating in a high-level match. Don't go too far, especially when the two senior sisters are not here."

When it came to protecting juniors, Petra changed her usually gentle demeanor and directly confronted the boys.

"You said the two seniors are not here?"

"Yes, the two senior sisters went to investigate the Devildom passage due to a commission from the Adventurer's Guild and the 'Watcher' mission... Huh? Prince Tiran?!"

Ruel instinctively answered, suddenly realizing the identity of the person behind the question.

"Hey, everyone. Long time no see," said the princess, who had changed into lightweight combat clothing, with a relaxed smile as she waved at them. Aya and little Angel followed behind her like attendants, their expressions somewhat dispirited.

Although the previous conversation seemed casual, there was still a respect for the academy head and the strong. The team members greeted Tiran one after another and adjusted their postures, waiting for Tiran's tactical guidance.

"Forget about tactical guidance for now. When you mentioned the first two, are you saying that this is not Milt's strongest lineup yet?"

"Report! It is not to underestimate other academies, but the tasks of the two senior sisters were solemnly entrusted by the Adventurer's Guild and the Devildom Passage Defense Army, so we couldn't refuse."

Ruel answered loudly.

"Understood. So, according to what you said, you don't have confidence in winning?"

"Although we don't like to admit it, compared to the absolute advantage in previous years, both the Church and the Eastern Continent have become much stronger this year. Plus, it's not the best lineup... we indeed don't have the confidence to win." Ruel hesitated for a moment and nodded.

The rest of the group had different expressions, but they also expressed their agreement.

"But that's what makes it interesting, isn't it?"

Tiran crossed his arms and wore a confident smile on his face. "Don't worry, once you eat the pie I'm about to serve, you will be under my protection. I don't plan on letting my own people lose on our home ground."

Everyone's eyes lit up.

That's right, even if the other academies are stronger, so what? We have the Holy Rank's tactical guidance. Even if we're missing two key players, we can still crush you!

"Listen carefully."

Tiran nodded and signaled to Aya and little Angel with his eyes.

"Well, do we really have to do this?"

Aya and little Angel simultaneously transmitted this question through their contract.

"Stop talking nonsense. When has this lady ever gone back on her decision?"

"..."

So, the two of them took out a huge scroll and slowly unraveled it.

On the scroll was a map, although it was drawn in a simple manner, all the markings were very clear. Springs, crystal highlands, top, middle, and bottom jungles, everything was there.

"Everyone, this is the map specially designed for the upcoming advanced tournament, named Summoner's Canyon!"

"..."