When Yvain finally stepped up to the podium, his royal demeanor cshed with the mundane backdrop of the academy auditorium.

  They didn’t know why, but everyone fell silent.

  There was a sense of quiet authority emanated from his poised demeanor. His voice, smooth as silk and ced with subtle depth of experience, resohrough the hall.

  "Ladies, gentlemen, aeemed schors, seekers of knowledge, wele to this iably enlightening gathering," Yvain's tone exuded a calm and a bit of a nont aura, tinged with a hint of sly humor.

  "Today, we embark on a jourhrough the realms of academia, where the pursuit of knowledge is both noble and astonishingly mandatory."

  Everyone chuckled. Mandatory? It was almost like someone forced him to be here.

  All his words were delivered with a hint al majesty, but beh the refierior y a yer of uated wit that danced between the lines. As he tinued, his speech subtly weaved a tapestry of intelligend jest.

  "As we tread the hallowed halls of learning, let us remember that while textbooks may enlighten the mind, a well-pced quip sometimes illumihe soul," Yvain remarked, a wry smile pying at the ers of his lips.

  "After all, what is academia without a touch of irony to spice up the lecture?"

  "But," Yvain's smile faltered, "All the drama, irony, quips, and subtle sarcasm should only be the supp actors in rand produ of goals."

  "My Mama insisted I should cheat when the opportunity arose, while Papa decred that true men never resort to cheating… Yet, Papa greased the wheels for my test after we missed the admission deadline..."

  The audieed in ughter.

  Yvain joined in, "Thanks to that, the examiners put me through the wringer more thaher tenders. I practically had fuided arrows aimed at me!"

  "Oh, it wasn't all terrible. It actually stirred up my Force! But really, who put it in Papa's head to make a hefty donation to the academy for some infrastructure repairs?"

  Pfff—hahaha!

  Ahahahahah!

  Cp-cp-cp-cp-cp!

  "The kicker is I never even wao attend the academy in the first pce. My Mama had just recovered from a three-year ordeal, and all I wanted was to be by her side. But of course, both my parents were hell-bent on shipping me off here. This is the best pce children could go, after all.”

  Now, the parents, the children, and the academy people all cpped in pride.

  “And wouldn't you know it, we missed the admission deadline because of that."

  Ahahahah! Hahahaha…

  Cp-cp-cp-cp-cp-cp!

  His speech, a masterful blend of eloquend maniputiohe audien awe. Parents whispered about his promising future, children eyed him with a mix of admiration and envy, and the Headmaster smiled a bit too widely.

  “This boy… who is he?” Bianca muttered.

  And so, the entrance ceremony cluded, setting the stage for a year filled with academic challenges, social drama, and the occasional triumphant speech that would t Yvain's reputation as the academy's golden child—

  Bianca smiled, “My boy must befriend him at all cost.”

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  “Food!”

  Yvain’s eyes sparkled.

  The air buzzed with excitement as 200 guests, including the elite students of Saint Lucia, mingled and sampled delicacies fit for royalty.

  The spread was a sight to behold, rivaling even the opules of the pace. From suct roasted meats to det desserts that sparkled like gems, every dish was a masterpiece crafted by the academy's esteemed chefs.

  The aroma of exotic spices and rich fvors wafted through the air, tempting even the most disciplined of appetites.

  Guests adorned in their fi attire flitted from station to station, their eyes widening in delight at the ary marvels before them. Laughter and chatter filled the air as they indulged in the vish spread, sharing tales of triumph and anticipation for the academic year ahead.

  The academy staff enjoyed along in the festivities, looked on with pride as students reveled in the celebration. They khat Saint Lucia had indeed solidified its reputation as the premier academy in the world, not only for its academic excelle also for its ability to host a feast fit for kings.

  Yvain was determio try as many kinds of food as he could when he saw his "pretend parents" surrounded by the other parents.

  His eyes turned in another dire and caught a familiar face.

  “Yhness!”

  Bir turowards his voice, her face brightening.

  “Look, it’s e meat! Wanna try?” Yvain asked without notig the two other people near her.

  “Isn’t this Young Master Sator?” a young maed him, mung on a meat skewer himself. “o meet you, I’m Lo Inkor.”

  Yvain raised his head and smiled before bowing to him. Of course, notig him allowed him to notiother person too, “It’s an honor, Yhhe First Prind Yhness Princess Nahwu.”

  Nahwu narrowed her eyes. “This… you know him, Bir?”

  Bir raised her fad nodded excitedly. “I haven’t seen him in a, but being the best student of the erance exam must mean he’s strohan me, right?”

  Yvain chuckled. “I was shocked I got the honor, not you.”

  “Huh? Why me?” Bir blinked.

  “I didn’t answer all the questions in the written exam. I thought they’d give me a bad score,” Yvain smiled.

  “W-well, the written exam is quite difficult,” Bir felt curious. Then how did he…

  “Professor Lim said he answered the most difficult five questions more creatively and revolutionarily than the professors ever could,” Princess Nahwu stated coldly.

  Yvain tilted his head. “Huh? Me?”

  Bir’s eyes sparkled. “ you tell me how you answered them? Which questions?”

  Lo calmly observed Yvain, his eyes suspicious, but the reasons pletely different from the young elf beside him. Nahwu ily listened as Yvain expihings to Bir. Just like she thought, he didn’t feel like a normal boy.

  He felt very… important. And he almost didn’t even try to hide it.

  “Ah, about that question, what if we talk about it more with my Mama and Papa? Mana is so iing, right? It’s almost like light, but also like air. Let’s—”

  “Evan Baby.”

  The four turned.

  The Sator couple approached. It was almost as if a fantasy novel had sprung to life.

  “Yhnesses, please allow me to introduce to you, my parents. Monsieur Mante di Sator and Madame Bunny Fay di Sator, my Papa and Mama.”

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