Orion lazily stretched inside the carriage, "Mmm, that’s for the better. I can’t wait to learn how to make affinity runes."
Edgar smiled and became silent as the carriage rolled forward through the streets of the Second Ring. Orion leaned his elbow against the window, resting his chin on his palm.
The early morning sunlight illuminated the silent capital. Outside, the streets gradually grew livelier.
Children played with their parents, while young adults, each dressed in their best attire, walked towards the grand path that led to Thunderhall Academy’s outer gate.
The towering walls of the Thunderpeak Royal Academy loomed in the distance, like a divine fortress watching over the capital.
From such a distance, it didn’t look like a simple academy. Instead, it looked like a floating war fortress housing some of the most elite soldiers of the kingdom.
Orion’s black eyes scanned the crowd in boredom. There were boys and girls with tightly clutched scrolls—probably commoners with how nervous they were behaving. Then there were the nobles, some exuding arrogance, some pride, some indifference; only a scant few were nervous among them. The funniest of them were the nobles who walked as if they owned the kingdom.
Carriages rolled past now and then, carrying high-ranking nobles or prodigies belonging to rich families. A few students looked up enviously as Orion’s carriage passed.
One boy in particular caught Orion’s eye—a scrawny kid with oversized robes tripping over his own boots, yet still trying to keep pace with a group of students walking ahead. Though they didn’t wait for him. But Orion felt something different from him.
’His affinity... it’s Tier 3?’ He tilted his head and thought in confusion. He was feeling something off about the boy, but he couldn’t pinpoint it exactly. All he could tell was that the boy was more talented than the students around him.
He shook his head and chuckled softly, "Everyone’s walking in with dreams in their eyes. Some will rise. Some will be stepped on."
Edgar glanced back from the opposite seat, his expression calm but thoughtful. "That’s how it has always been, Young Master. The Academy not only trains geniuses but also filters out those who can’t walk this path."
Orion tapped his fingers on the glass, his smile remaining unfaltering. "How lovely. It sure sounds like a nice place."
Lucan’s laugh echoed from the front seat, muffled through the carriage wall. "Don’t let the talk scare you, Young Master! Most people just fail quietly, pack their bags, and return to obscurity. Only a few leave behind broken bones." ƒreewebηoveℓ.com
"That’s supposed to be comforting?" Orion said dryly.
Edgar smiled faintly, "You don’t have to worry too much, Young Master. You can rise above the others with your sheer talent. The academy won’t pose much of a problem for you."
"Maybe for me," Orion muttered under his breath.
The carriage slowed slightly as it merged with the stream of people heading toward the outer plaza. The academy’s outer gate stood like a silent butcher on the lookout for demons.
Orion gazed at the towering gates and curiously asked, "Hmm, how many demons have tried to enter the academy in the past?"
Edgar stroked his short beard and thought for a bit, "Hmm, there have been quite a few instances before this gate was created. The academy suffered heavy casualties. But since the creation of this gate, nearly no such tragedy has occurred again."
Nodding his head, he looked toward the gate again. They hadn’t even opened yet, yet a crowd was already forming outside. Several guards stood near the gates in dark heavy armor, inspecting carriages and pedestrian tags.
"They’re excited," Orion murmured, looking at the students’ faces.
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