After a brief exchange of pleasantries, a female instructor with a voluptuous figure and stunning beauty strode into Zone A. Leyang spotted her and was slightly startled—wasn’t this none other than the Archmage known as "Phantom," Instructor Soya Jemi?!
"Alright, everyone, find your seats and sit down immediately!" Instructor Soya Jemi called out.
"The instructor is here!"
"It's Instructor Jemi!"
"Wow, could our homeroom teacher really be Archmage Soya Jemi?!"
...
Students hurried back to their seats. After all, there were no strict rules—they could sit wherever they liked.
"Good. Starting today, your seating arrangement is fixed. Where you sit now is where you’ll sit from now on." Soya Jemi offered a faint smile and promptly declared the rule.
"Eh?!"
"No complaints about the seats you chose for yourselves."
For a moment, some were delighted while others were dismayed.
"Since today is the first day of school and most of you likely don’t know each other yet, everyone will introduce yourselves before we begin. I’ll start: from today onward, I am your homeroom instructor for Class A—Soya Jemi. And remember, disobedient children will be punished." A hint of a wicked, mischievous smile played on her lips as she licked her fiery red lips. Her gaze was like a hungry wolf eyeing a helpless lamb, sending an involuntary chill down spines.
Noble students had heard plenty of rumors about the "Phantom." They nodded hastily—being targeted by this enchantress was no blessing.
*This woman is trouble—the exact type I’m not good at handling. Better keep my distance,* Leyang thought inwardly. His eyelid twitched slightly under her deep, piercing gaze.
"Next, let’s have that student over there introduce themselves." Soya Jemi pointed to Leyang’s seat with a smile.
*What an interesting little one. Rejected the big guy’s invitation, even protected Phoenix from assassins… at only eight?* Soya Jemi’s curiosity flared—so intensely she almost wanted to strip him bare and examine him thoroughly.
Yikes! How terrifying!
*Has she set her sights on me? That look… like she’s about to devour me.*
A flicker of heat flashed in Soya Jemi’s eyes—well-hidden, but impossible to escape Leyang’s keen perception. *Was I too conspicuous? Did the academy notice me? That shouldn’t be possible.*
"Yes, Instructor."
"My name is Nebis Leyang. I’m eight years old, from the Nebis Territory."
He sat back down immediately. His introduction was brutally simple.
"Hm? That’s it? No hobbies? Future goals? Plans for your four years at Kamila Noble Academy?" Soya Jemi blinked, instinctively pressing further.
"I believe goals and actions are forged through deeds, not words. Actions speak louder than talk. As for hobbies—I prefer quiet. Unless necessary, please do not disturb me." *Low-key enough. Avoids unnecessary ties. Two birds with one stone.*
*Pfft~*
Soya Jemi couldn’t help but chuckle. *This little one is amusing. Found my entertainment.*
"Tch, so full of himself—acting like we care."
"Hmph, just a minor noble’s son, spouting arrogance. Hope he regrets it."
"Tell me about it!"
...
Hostility spiked instantly. Leyang sensed something was off.
"Lord Leyang…" Phoenix’s voice trembled. "If I come chat with you… would you find me annoying?" Her eyes glistened, pitiful and pleading after his words.
"Don’t overthink it. Of course I’d welcome you." Leyang paused, then gave a soft chuckle. He gently pinched her tender cheek. *Soft. Plump. Honestly, nice.*
"Really? Hehe~" Phoenix’s face instantly brightened.
"And what about me, Lord Leyang?" Ailin Camila Lumier interjected. A flicker of envy stirred as she watched them. Almost as if possessed, she leaned in, setting royal dignity aside with a playful smile. "If I ask you to tell me stories… you wouldn’t refuse a princess, would you?"
"If Princess Lumei prepares delicious snacks, it’s not entirely out of the question."
"What’s difficult about that? This royal princess has every snack imaginable."
Ailin Camila Lumier, Glantham Phoenix, and Nebis Leyang—three of them chatting warmly, a scene that left others green with envy.
Later, Class A students shared their dreams: some aimed to be imperial officials wielding power; others, knights defending the realm; some, Mages revered by thousands; a few even dreamed of winning an imperial princess’s hand and reaching life’s pinnacle…
A tapestry of ambitions filled the classroom. Every dream deserved respect—only with purpose could one move forward. Yet Leyang’s ideal remained simple: a free, happy life, unbound by anyone.
In his past life, he’d lived in darkness—enduring hardship for vengeance, witnessing endless strife, dying without ever grasping what he truly wanted.
This life? He’d never repeat that path. He would grow stronger than anyone. Monsters? The Empire? The entire Doloryara Continent? He would crush them all beneath his feet. Anyone blocking his way deserved death.
By the final day of introductions, Leyang grasped Class A’s landscape: dukes, marquises, counts, viscounts, barons—every noble rank present. Kamila Noble Academy truly was the Camila Empire’s most prestigious institution. Families with means fiercely competed to enroll their children.
Even without noble blood, graduating here conferred honor upon student and family alike, unlocking imperial privileges. Whether aspiring to office or military service, the academy paved the way for a brilliant future.
