The imperial palace perched atop a mountain in Camilla City, its golden splendor visible from afar, inspiring awe and longing in all who saw it.

The largest merchant guild in Camilla City was the Golden Treasure Chamber of Commerce.

This guild wasn’t just dominant locally; it traded with cities across the realm.

Rumors claimed its owner had close ties to the Camila Empire—perhaps even royalty themselves.

It made sense. If you ruled a vast empire, would you let such a juicy opportunity slip away?

Only an idiot or a fool would.

Uncle Ma toured Camilla City with Nebis Leyang for quite a while.

Nebis Leyang memorized most major powers Uncle Ma mentioned.

These could prove useful later; knowing them early was no bad thing.

Afterward, Nebis Leyang sold all his materials at the Golden Treasure Chamber of Commerce.

Adding to his prior three Small Yala Coins, he now had eight.

Equivalent to two Large Yala Coins, it was enough for weapons, armor, potions, and more.

Dusk settled as Uncle Ma led Nebis Leyang to an inn. Lord Lindenborg and Nepis Ginal waited inside.

The couple had come to enroll their children: boy-girl twins Arl Lindenborg and Genna Lindenborg.

Since their kids were school-aged, Nepis Ginal had recommended her younger brother, arranging for all three to enter Kamila Noble Academy together.

They’d look out for each other. Though married into the Lindenborgs, she hadn’t forgotten her Nebis Family roots.

Nebis Leyang felt fortunate to have such a sister.

In his past life, he’d had an older sister too, two or three years his senior.

In her twenties, she acted like a wild boy—always running out, mingling with dubious crowds, lazy and troublesome.

Because of her, his parents argued and fought constantly.

This disgusted him utterly, making him scoff at sibling bonds.

Later, he treated her like a stranger. Only his past-life mother couldn’t cut ties, helping despite repeated hurts—such was selfless maternal love.

To him, it was foolish; she wasn’t worth it.

“Third Sister, Third Brother-in-law,” Nebis Leyang called politely upon seeing them.

“Fourth Brother, the long journey must have worn you out. You look haggard,” Nepis Ginal said, gently touching his face.

“Not tired. Uncle Ma kept me company,” Nebis Leyang replied, shaking his head with a smile.

Facing this sister twelve years his senior, he felt genuine warmth, though his true mental age far exceeded hers.

Nepis Ginal had married into the Lindenborgs before his birth but visited yearly, bringing him childish treats and toys.

He didn’t care for the trinkets, but cherished the affection.

Unlike his two elder brothers, who’d renounced inheritance to leave Nebis Territory, severing all ties with the Nebis Family.

They rarely contacted home, as if ashamed of their connection.

“Genna, Arl, this is your maternal uncle—Nebis Leyang. Say hello,” Lord Lindenborg urged, nudging the twins forward warmly.

“Arl Lindenborg, at your service, Uncle.”

“Genna Lindenborg, at your service, Uncle.”

The twins exchanged a glance, then bowed flawlessly.

“No need for formalities. Don’t be so polite,” Nebis Leyang chuckled, waving lightly.

Arl inherited his father’s handsome features.

Genna took after Nepis Ginal’s beauty—golden hair, a plump dewy face—sure to become a lovely woman like her mother.

“Once enrolled at Kamila Noble Academy, get along well. If trouble arises, have your attendants inform us. No more willfulness—understood?” Lord Lindenborg admonished seriously.

“Mhm! I’ll care for Sister. Don’t worry, Father,” Arl declared, pounding his chest.

“No! I’m older. Sisters look after brothers,” Genna retorted, pouting.

“You can’t even dress yourself! You lose things constantly—who always fixes it?” Arl shot back, voice crisp and childish.

“You… stupid Arl! I’m ignoring you,” Genna huffed, turning away with a grumble.

“Alright, you two rascals. Arl, stop teasing your sister. Let’s enter the inn,” Nepis Ginal said with a wry smile. The group filed inside.

Nebis Leyang lay alone on a slightly hard bed, gaze distant.

Tomorrow was enrollment day. After the long carriage ride, his body felt like it was falling apart.

Kamila Noble Academy allowed up to two attendants per student, but room and board cost extra.

Arl and Genna each had one—a pair of skilled fighters.

To Nebis Leyang, they were nowhere near his level. He could take them down in one move.

Attendants handled daily needs and safety.

Though Kamila Noble Academy was the Camila Empire’s largest, attended only by nobles, few dared cause trouble.

But accidents happened, so wealthy families hired skilled attendants as nanny-bodyguards.

Classes ran by day; evenings were free for activities.

Going out was fine, but curfew was strict—breaking it meant severe punishment.

Every seventh day was a free day off.

“Tomorrow, school with a bunch of kids. Hope it goes smoothly.”

“Time to sleep.”