“Damn, what the hell is this? In Lunhai doctrine, how exactly is the ‘beam’ in Chapter 3, Section 4 of the Covenant of Judas supposed to be understood? Is this even a question a human can answer?”

“What, what, what? The impact of the massive internal reform in Lunhai a hundred years ago on House Stuart?”

“Briefly describe the three major contributions Lunhai made to humanity...”

“How was Macedon built, and how was it chosen as the Holy City?”

“What was the greatest achievement of Nord, the third Lunhai Pope? How the hell would I know? My grandpa wasn’t even born yet back then!”

“They’re all short-answer questions? There’s not even a single multiple choice or fill-in-the-blank?!”

After flipping through the full three thick sheets over and over again, the students finally understood.

These damn questions were never meant to be answered by actual people.

Some students sat there and wailed. Some threw their heads back and let out cries of despair. Some clutched their heads and regretted not listening to their families and joining the church to become devout believers. Some simply tossed their pens aside, emptied their minds, and started thinking about what to eat for dinner. One student even foamed at the mouth, collapsed onto the desk, raised his left index finger toward the others, and said, “Hang in there, everyone. As long as we don’t stop, the road will keep stretching on...”

Professor Klein kept sweeping his gaze across the students’ faces. Every time he saw that strained, miserable look on the commoners’ faces, he almost burst out laughing. But he had to hold it in, which made him suffer a little. Still, he had to admit it.

The joy he was getting right now far outweighed the pain of suppressing his laughter.

“Look at you, look at you, you poor bastards.” Klein’s gaze drifted over them. Every quiet complaint he heard made his brows lift in delight. There was no way these students could’ve guessed that the chief examiner standing right in front of them was the one who had set a paper no commoner could ever answer. The thought made Klein feel even better. Especially when he thought about how these lowborn trash would never set foot inside the Royal Arcanum Academy. He let out a long breath and put on a sorrowful, compassionate expression, while inside he was already blooming with joy. “Trash will always be trash. You should’ve just stayed in your own little mud pit and played around there. Why insist on trying to reach the heavens in one step? A place that doesn’t belong to you will never belong to you...”

Just as Klein lowered his head and secretly reveled in it, a sudden sound caught his attention.

It was the rapid scrape of a pen tip against paper.

His ears twitched. Then he turned toward the source of the sound. The moment he saw that person’s face, his gaze froze. Then he shot upright, slammed both hands onto the desk, and shouted, “Impossible!”

At once, the whole classroom turned to look at him. Klein’s pupils trembled slightly several times. The two school workers nearby also cast him curious looks. He swallowed, then continued, “Tonight’s dinner absolutely cannot be curry!”

“...Professor, was that supposed to be a joke?” the man who had handed Morris a cookie asked.

“Sh-shut up! Mind your files,” Klein snapped as he slowly sat back down. At the same time, he gritted his teeth and looked again toward the boy at the end of the row.

Morris, the one he had already stamped with a giant FAIL in his heart.

Sherlock was feeling a little troubled. She could barely answer these questions herself, but thinking through them and organizing her answers still took a lot out of her. After finishing the third big question on the first paper, the princess, who was rather glad she had studied Lunhai doctrine since childhood, finally let out a breath of relief. Her thoughts pulled free from the heavy, complicated exam paper, and she started wondering whether she should pass some answers to Morris.

But when she tilted her head and secretly glanced at him—

She froze.

Because the Morris beside her was writing like mad.

In this examination hall filled with wailing, pain, and despair, only this boy looked delighted. His dark eyes were practically sparkling with excitement bright enough to blind people.

She was still struggling over the first paper, while Morris had somehow already reached the third.

When he answered questions, it was as if he needed no time to think at all. The moment he finished reading, his fountain pen dropped from midair and struck the page, dragging out a long streak of ink. At that moment, even the man who had handed Morris a cookie finally sensed that something was off. He wondered if this guy was just scribbling nonsense all over the paper. The Royal Academy entrance exam wasn’t like those third-rate schools. Even if you filled the whole paper, you’d still get zero if you missed the point.

With that thought, the man stood up from his seat and silently walked over to Morris, wanting to see for himself.

Only to find that his eyes couldn’t even keep up with Morris’s writing speed.

This wasn’t scribbling at all. Morris’s handwriting was clean and neat. One look and you’d think the person writing it had to be some master calligrapher. The flowing script carried an oddly satisfying beauty between every stroke, the kind that made people want to keep looking after the first glance. His pen came down heavily, yet the finishing strokes were extremely light, making the whole thing look utterly natural. The man had only given it a broad glance and hadn’t even had time to read the content, yet he was already floating. He felt that if he were the examiner, he’d definitely give Morris full marks.

No, ten times full marks.

From afar, Klein saw the man’s blissed-out expression and couldn’t suppress his curiosity anymore. He quietly left his seat, walked over to Morris as well, and shoved the man aside.

Then he saw a future of absolute radiance—

The boy’s pen moved across the paper without stopping in the slightest. His posture was smooth and flowing, as if he had done countless exercises like this before.

“The ‘beam’ in Chapter 3, Section 4 of the Covenant of Judas in Lunhai doctrine.”

“The impact of the massive internal reform in Lunhai a hundred years ago on House Stuart.”

“The three major contributions Lunhai made to humanity.”

“The founding of Macedon.”

“The life of Nord, the third Lunhai Pope”...

What was this? What was this? What the hell was this?

Klein’s eyes widened. If Morris were merely writing fast, that would’ve been one thing.

But everything this boy wrote was correct.

Sherlock was completely stunned too. She couldn’t see Morris’s answers, but just from the blank looks on the man’s face and Professor Klein’s, it was obvious enough.

There wasn’t a single problem with what Morris was writing.

Already fully immersed in a state of total focus, Morris didn’t notice at all that everyone’s eyes had quietly gathered on him.

Right now, he only wanted to go wild with excitement.

At first, he had been a little concerned about the difficulty of the questions. But now he was already thinking about which section of the Holy City library he ought to draw from. Whether it was humanities, geography, mathematics, physics, or chemistry, he had memorized all of it. Calling Morris the Holy City Grand Library itself wouldn’t be the slightest exaggeration. But what Morris had never expected was that what he would face in the end was Lunhai theology—the very thing he had memorized from childhood, the thing he had been writing to the point of disgust since he was nine, the thing for which even Alex, when trying to make things hard for him, could never find a file he hadn’t already written and had to make up questions on the spot.

Doctrine, when you got down to it, still fell under theology.

In other fields, Morris wouldn’t dare boast.

But if it involved knowledge related to Lunhai theology, then even if it were a god—

he’d dare kill it for you.

Soft swallowing sounds quietly rose around the classroom. Exam discipline had already been forgotten completely. The other students stared blankly at Morris, feeling as if they were looking at some kind of monster.

After being dumbstruck for a moment, Sherlock hurriedly snapped back to herself. Then she clenched her teeth and thought, How could she possibly lose to her own bodyguard? If she lost to Morris in the written exam, then in the field he actually specialized in—Arcane Source Wizardry—she would have no chance at all. If that happened, wouldn’t their positions be decided forever?

That was something she absolutely would not allow.

She was Princess Sherlock, the sole blood heir of House Stuart in the Luna Duchy.

“Th-th-this...” Professor Klein was already dumbfounded. He had never imagined that the exam paper he had painstakingly assembled, after finally catching a fleeting flash of inspiration, would look so utterly fragile under Morris’s pen. He was even starting to doubt his own worldview. What exactly was going on here? Were his questions actually easy? Was the exam set he had pieced together with the wisdom of his entire life not even worthy of making others hesitate before writing? Had he lived his whole life for nothing?

He staggered away in a daze and returned to the podium, feeling as if his soul had left his body.

Was Morris even answering questions?

This was clearly a wild horse let loose on the open plains, galloping at full speed—

while shouting “Take off!” at the top of its lungs.

Klein weakly raised his head. Suddenly, he felt that Morris was kind of similar to that student from a few years ago, the one who had made him suffer a huge loss.

Back then, that student had only started flirting with the girl beside him after finishing his paper. Klein had dragged him outside, then casually glanced at his exam, only to discover it was packed from top to bottom and almost every answer was perfectly correct. Aside from a few flaws in the handwriting and a few imperfect responses, it had practically been a flawless paper. In the end, Klein had no choice but to awkwardly call the student back in and let him continue teasing the cute girl next to him.

And now, compared to that one, Morris was even better.

This was the first time in Klein’s life that he felt his worldview had been shaken.

No, not shaken.

It was more like a herd of elephants had come charging over and trampled it into pieces.

“Alright, I need to work harder too!” someone suddenly shouted. “I can’t lose to him!”

“Hmph. He’s just a commoner. I’m not letting him steal all the spotlight!”

“Mina-san, ganbatte! I gotta try harder too, knight!”

Something about that felt off, but the atmosphere in the whole classroom was instantly set ablaze. Klein raised his pale face and looked at the brats who had suddenly started writing furiously too. For a moment, he felt only despair.

This student named Morris—

I, Klein, will be your mortal enemy for the rest of my life!

And in a corner no one noticed, a purple-haired girl quietly raised her head.

She stared at Morris’s back.

Her eyes were full of nothing but him.

“As expected of my destined one...” Her face flushed red. Unable to help herself, she slipped her index finger into her mouth and sucked on it. In the end, she let out a hot breath, collapsed weakly onto the desk, and kept panting. In her pupils, two heart shapes gradually appeared. “I’ll be waiting for you at the academy, so make sure... make absolutely sure... you come marry me...”

At that moment, the person in front noticed some strange sound. He turned around, only to find that behind him, there was actually no one there.