Leyang collected his share of daily necessities and arranged them neatly in the wooden cabin.

Unknowingly, the horizon was slightly tinged with dusk’s colors, revealing a hazy beauty.

With plenty of day left, Leyang didn’t stay in the cabin. He took Kamila Noble Academy’s map, planning to explore his new home.

Necessary understanding couldn’t be skipped—he might live here nearly four years.

On Doloryara Continent, boys became adults at twelve, gaining rights to marry, inherit, and raise families.

This was why Nebis Light vowed to hand the Nephus Lord position to Nebis Leyang after graduation.

Kamila Noble Academy was huge—not just big, but excessively vast.

One garden alone could take half a day to wander.

Beyond regular classrooms, it housed an Etiquette Hall, dance studios, swimming pools, research labs, the Arcane Library, and combat training grounds. Activities were diverse.

Some areas were strictly off-limits to ordinary students, clearly marked on maps and rules.

Leyang cared little for most places but was keen on the Arcane Library and combat training grounds.

The Arcane Library held countless books, even basic magic texts for student study.

If he could read a single word, he’d grab magic books to research.

"Hold it! Where are you from? The Arcane Library isn’t to be entered lightly!"

Just as Leyang approached the Arcane Library, guards stopped him.

"I am Nebis Leyang, son of Viscount Nebis Light. I joined Kamila Noble Academy today. Here’s my badge. Please let me in."

Leyang showed his academy badge, face calm, voice indifferent.

"Nebis?"

"Isn’t Nebis that poor border-town noble family? Dirt poor, yet they sent their son to the capital."

"He’s still a viscount—we shouldn’t gossip."

"As a student, enter. But obey the Arcane Library’s rules. Get kicked out, and don’t blame us."

The guards stepped aside coldly.

"Thank you both."

Leyang pocketed his badge, ignoring their words.

He couldn’t blame them—they spoke truth.

Nebis Territory was dirt poor, lands abandoned. Only the Nebis Family couple remained.

Without Lord Lindenborg’s help, he’d never have entered Kamila Noble Academy.

When weak, endure. These guards radiated strong auras—likely second-tier warriors.

Inside the Arcane Library, Leyang was awed.

Seven floors stretched upward, shelves crammed with books, overwhelming at a glance.

Air thickened with potent mana, as if shielding the entire library.

Students read or searched; some levitated books with magic, drawing envious stares.

Mages were prestigious on Doloryara Continent. Strong magical talent meant imperial favor.

"So this is the Arcane Library? Truly magnificent."

Leyang marveled inwardly—it paled next to his past life’s grandest library.

But years had passed since he’d seen so many books. Nostalgia washed over him.

Many children here matched his age, yet each carried noble airs—clearly from elite families.

Most noble youths had prior elite education. They came to Kamila Noble Academy to polish reputations and hone social skills.

Students here mostly hailed from empire-influential families.

Future title inheritors trained here. Early bonds could shape their paths crucially.

Leyang circled the Arcane Library a few times, then left.

The combat training grounds lay nearby. A fifteen-minute walk brought him there.

Young warriors drilled on straw dummies and posts. Hot-blooded boys dominated, with rare girls visible.

Camila Empire valued strength equally—women guarded fiercely, no sexism here.

Talent and power decided fate. Strong enough, and you’d rise.

Suddenly, Leyang’s gaze snagged on a petite, lovely figure. Seeing her, he startled slightly, murmuring:

"An elf?!"

Her youthful face matched his age, porcelain features fair and delicate.

But her pointed ears and ash-green hair screamed elven blood.

Right hand gripped a one-handed sword; left held a shield. She chopped diligently, sweat glistening in dusk light—a sight to behold.

"Hey, Miss Knight of the Gratham family! Solo practice is dull. Let Paul Huett of the Huett Viscount family spar with you!"

Several smirking boys surrounded the half-elf girl. Their leader called out mockingly.

"No thank you. Don’t disturb my practice."

Fear flickered on her face, but her voice stayed firm.

"Hmph. That’s not your choice."

Paul Huett signaled his group. They encircled her, blocking escape.

"We’ve warned you: this place isn’t for filthy half-elves like you."