Tuition at Kamila Noble Academy cost four Large Yala Coins per year. For three people, that was twelve Large Yala Coins. Leyang’s earnings from this trip couldn’t even cover one year’s tuition. Otherwise, he wouldn’t need others to pay his enrollment fees, avoiding the burden of too many favors hard to repay later.

Lord Lindenborg brought Leyang and the others to Kamila Noble Academy. At the gate stood a mentor handling new admissions. Lord Lindenborg slowly approached and calmly said, “I am Viscount Lindberg Ginfen, lord of Lapoloka. I’m enrolling my children here today. What procedures are needed?”

“Ah, Viscount Lindenborg,” the mentor stood up with a smile. “How many plan to enroll?”

“Three in total.”

“Three? Fill out the information forms and pay fifteen Large Yala Coins.”

Tuition was twelve Large Yala Coins. Accommodation cost one Large Yala Coin per person per year. Fifteen total. No issues.

Lord Lindenborg nodded, pulling out a prepared bag of exactly fifteen Large Yala Coins. Lindberg Arl, Lindberg Gina, and Nebis Leyang stepped forward to fill out forms with their details. Enrollment was essentially complete.

Kamila Noble Academy would arrange their rooms and provide daily necessities. Students needn’t bring their own. Of course, buying personal items was perfectly fine if academy supplies felt lacking.

“The children are young and naive. Once enrolled, I hope mentors will care for them well,” Lord Lindenborg said. He gave Old Ma a look. Immediately, Old Ma slipped a small coin pouch discreetly into the mentor’s hand.

“Viscount, you overstate it. Once in the academy, they’re my students—I’ll treat them wholeheartedly. Zone C has three good rooms available. The young masters and misses can stay there; it’s near the main hall too,” the mentor said warmly, pocketing the coins with a beaming smile.

“Thank you, mentor. Be obedient inside, understand?” Lord Lindenborg turned to the youths.

“Mhm, we know, Father.”

“Father, we’ll be good.”

“Good children.”

A hint of reluctance flickered in Lord Lindenborg’s eyes as he patted Arl and Gina’s heads.

“Take good care of the young masters and misses,” he said gravely to the two attendants.

“Yes, my lord,” they replied, bowing respectfully.

“Little brother, the Nebis Family now relies on you. Strive hard. Write to your third sister anytime,” Nepis Ginal said gently, slightly bending to look at Leyang.

“Mhm.” Leyang nodded.

“Keep this money safe. Don’t waste it—you’re growing. Buy good food.” She placed her private savings in his hand, filling him with warmth.

“No need, Third Sister. I’ll earn money myself. Keep it.”

“Silly brother, you’re too young to earn. Take it, or I’ll be angry.”

“Alright, thank you.” Leyang scratched his head, silently noting the kindness.

Lindberg Ginfen said nothing, clearly approving.

Old Ma’s expression turned peculiar. His mistress clearly didn’t grasp what kind of person her little brother was. Someone casually selling second-tier monster pelts and materials wasn’t ordinary.

“You think he found them? One or two small items—maybe believable. But two big bags? Found them? Try finding some yourself!”

“Keep it safe. Promise not to waste it,” Nepis Ginal urged anxiously.

“Mhm, I promise. Don’t worry, Third Sister—I have sense,” Leyang said firmly, nodding with determination. He carefully tucked away the coin pouch.

“Time to leave. We entrust the rest to you.”

“We bid farewell to my lord and lady.”

“Nara, let’s go home.”

“Mhm~”

Lord Lindenborg wrapped an arm around Nepis Ginal’s shoulder. Her face flushed slightly as she nodded. They entered the carriage, waving. Old Ma took the driver’s seat, flicked the reins, and shouted, “Gee!” The horses neighed loudly, pulling the carriage away slowly.

Arl tightly held Gina’s hand, watching the departing figures. His small face was set with resolve.

“Alright, young masters and misses. As I said, head to Zone C for rooms—several are empty. Fill the room number on your forms and bring them to me. I’m Ivan Myers—call me Mentor Ivan. Enjoy academy life,” Ivan Myers said. He placed three academy badges and booklets before them. “These badges go on your left chest once uniforms arrive. The booklet holds academy rules—read it carefully. Breaking rules has severe consequences. The campus map’s on the back. Familiarize yourselves well. Gather early at the main hall tomorrow. That’s all. Go in.”

“Thank you, Mentor Ivan.”

The three took their badges and booklets, entering Kamila Noble Academy.

A vast garden spread before them, pathways twisting intricately—easy to get lost.

“Where’s Zone C? This map’s too complex—I can’t read it!”

“Follow me. I know the way.” Seeing Arl and Gina’s utterly confused faces, Leyang flipped the booklet to the map, started walking, and called back, “Come on!”

“Oh, okay.”

The two attendants paused. Even they found the map hard to decipher. Could an eight-year-old truly understand it? They doubted it, thinking he was showing off.

“Young master, let us lead instead.”

“Don’t worry—we won’t get lost. Follow me.”