My wife, who's in a vegetative state, please stop eavesdropping on my thoughts.

It's important to know that the first in line to inherit a noble family's power usually doesn't attend academies.

This leads to a somewhat contradictory phenomenon: even the most outstanding students who reach the pinnacle of their studies still find it difficult to obtain support quotas for seventh-tier potions after returning to their families, and their families' resource allocation priorities never reach them.

Therefore, although the students in the academy seem to be all from noble backgrounds, most of them are stuck with Tier 7 resources, so they often feel dissatisfied with the noble faction and protest.

Of course, cases of individuals forcibly overturning the family succession order through personal force occur several times a year in the royal city, especially in those best-selling romance novels, where the second son, who is usually disliked, usually starts out as the protagonist.

How to reconcile the distribution of extraordinary combat power among family members and balance the power gap between heirs and other children has always been a headache for various families.

Although the Night Patrol has a vast jurisdiction and immense power, it cannot interfere with the infighting among noble factions; that is their own private affair.

After Aunt Bai ate the cat food.

He still chose to lie down in the hammock with the little swordsman, his face expressionless.

She liked the swaying sensation.

After a while, Weiss felt that it was about time, so he went to the bedroom and carried Elune out again.

However, the woman in a vegetative state had not yet recovered from yesterday's mental exhaustion.

So sleepy...

Elune mumbled a complaint in her hazy state of consciousness.

Yesterday, I used the Moon Power for more than ten hours straight, which took a far greater toll on my mental energy than I expected.

Even after being helped into a wheelchair by Weiss, she was still not recovered enough to watch the game. She drifted off to sleep again and only managed to regain consciousness in the afternoon.

She learned her lesson today.

The Snow Palace Trial will last for a full fourteen days. If we go all out like we did yesterday, let alone watch the whole thing, it will be a big question whether we can even make it through the first three days.

So she made a decision: starting today, she would only use the vision ability of the Moon Power, and temporarily seal away the mind-reading ability, in order to minimize the consumption of energy.

Anyway, during the trial, all the spectators were watching the game intently, and the people around me were also completely focused on the projected screen. Even if you could read minds, you wouldn't be able to glean anything interesting...

Listening to them chat should be enough, right?

So for the entire day, Elune only used the stripped-down version of the vision function.

Sure enough, he easily made it to the middle of the night, and the consumption of his mental energy was still within his control.

This decision to forgo mind-reading also meant that she completely missed yesterday's late-night mini-theatre performance...

With the conclusion of the second day's matches.

Today's record was broken at 1007 meters, achieved by a student from the White Frost Extraordinary Academy, six meters higher than yesterday's record set by the Ice Cloud student.

However, there were still no seventh-tier extraordinary individuals participating; all the participants were eighth-tier challengers pushing their limits.

The good news is that the number of participants is decreasing at a visible rate.

It seems that most of the Level 8 transcendents who signed up for the competition have already participated.

It looks like we're about to enter a truly intense phase...

As night fell, as usual, Weiss carried Elune back to her bedroom bed, covered her with a blanket, and only after confirming that her sleeping position was comfortable did he close the door and return to the living room.

As soon as he sat down in the single sofa, Cassandra unconsciously squeezed in next to him.

Weiss had even gradually gotten used to it and didn't chase her away. He reflexively used his ability as a wind addict to help her heal, as naturally as breathing.

"It should look really good starting tomorrow~~~"

"Perhaps we will start to see seventh-tier superhumans appearing one after another."

Cassandra, still wearing that somewhat indecent flesh-colored nightgown, swirled her wine glass absentmindedly and spoke in a casual tone.

"Hmm," Weiss nodded.

The first two days were just to let the level 8 minions test the waters.

The real main event will begin tomorrow.

With the participation of seventh-tier transcendents, the entire royal city's level of attention will likely increase exponentially.

The two sat together and chatted casually, occasionally drinking a few bottles of expensive wine.

They drink tea during the day and alcohol at night.

Staying up for half a month without sleep leads to good health and longevity.

Then, as dawn broke, Cassandra, just like yesterday, precisely returned to the hammock and lay down before Aunt Bai woke up, the whole process flowing smoothly.

The two men acted like thieves at night.

Even if nothing happens.

Weiss still felt a strange sense of guilt.

.........

It was around 10 a.m., the third day of the Snow Palace Trial, when a unique and extraordinary aura finally appeared on the projected screen!

The first seventh-tier transcendent has officially entered the arena.

He was a male superhuman from a noble family, around 20 years old, and was not wearing the uniforms of various colleges that had become commonplace these days, but rather a magnificent formal suit with a noble family crest.

The crowd watching below immediately erupted into a heated discussion.

Although there are quite a few Tier 7 superhumans in the Royal City, if you want to see a Tier 7 superhuman use their abilities, then you absolutely cannot do so in the Royal City.

After all, who would dare to start a big fight in the royal city?

Therefore, this is the first time many ordinary people have seen a 7th-tier transcendent being use their ability.

However, Weiss's reaction was quite indifferent, even somewhat boring.

He could roughly tell the man's skill level just by observing him with the naked eye.

The extraordinary fluctuations are extremely thin, and their density is pitifully low. It's probably because someone drank four or five drops of a Tier 7 potion and forcibly advanced to the next level. There are no exclusive forbidden items, and the secrets are definitely zero.

This kind of filler 7th rank is particularly common among many minor nobles.

Even with this lowest-level seventh-class equipment, this person pushed the highest record from 1007 meters to over 1500 meters in one go.

That's a full 500 meters faster than yesterday's best time!!!

According to the screen projection, this Tier 7 superhuman was clearly not exhausted yet. He only felt a little uncomfortable and his face was somewhat pale before he gave up and retreated.

He even had a smug and somewhat irritating expression on his face.

Even such a complete novice easily outperformed all the eighth-tier academy elites on the Snow Palace Ice Ladder.

This result caused a collective sigh of despair among the academic students on the street below, their morale plummeting.

After that, several more seventh-tier superhumans appeared one after another. Almost every one of them could easily surpass 1500 meters, but without exception, none of them could reach a height of 2 kilometers.

By evening, a seventh-tier superhuman wearing a night patrol uniform finally broke through the 2-kilometer barrier.

His final time was in the 2.1km range.

Although he was at the same level of zero mystery as the previous challengers, the intensity of his extraordinary aura was clearly on a completely different level from those minor nobles, obviously honed through real combat.

Overall, today's match was significantly more exciting than the previous two days.

After all, the sequence of 7th-tier superhumans is a qualitative change, directly adding several ability mechanisms, and some even take out forbidden items to assist them, which is much more impressive than those 8th-tier superhumans who have hardly shown many abilities.

Even the Lunette family maids were so engrossed in watching that they almost spilled their tea while serving it.

—The fourth day of the Snow Palace Trial.

Even after nightfall, the projection screen continued to operate smoothly, and even more spectators gathered on the streets.

A young girl wearing a dress with the Wilderness family crest quietly appeared during this somewhat off-peak time and climbed 2.4 kilometers in one go, easily breaking the record that the previous night patrol officer had held for two days.

Seeing this, Weiss fell into deep thought.

"It seems that Snow Knight's selection as one of the Eight Guardians wasn't entirely without merit?"

"Or rather, among seventh-tier transcendents with zero mysteries, this should be considered quite valuable...?"

He had always felt that the Snow Knight's combat capabilities were somewhat lackluster.

It was a level that the ten kings had casually borrowed.

Unexpectedly, dozens of Level 7 transcendents have tried, but none of them have even managed to climb 2.5 kilometers.

It seems that the Snow Knight is already considered one of the best among level 7 players with 0 secrets...

Just as Weiss was deep in thought, Cassandra casually draped one of her white thighs over his and gently swayed it.

"Speaking of which, how many mysteries has Mr. Weiss awakened?"

"If they were able to defeat Winter Duke, then they must have at least two secrets, right...?"

It has to be said that the Little Sword Saint's actions have become increasingly outrageous these days.

Unfortunately, Weiss couldn't argue with her, and his protests were always ineffective, so he could only silently swallow his grievances.

[Wei Xiao: Hehe...]

That was truly heartbreaking.

Weiss naturally wouldn't reveal his secrets to Cassandra.

He didn't answer the question, but looked at Cassandra's thighs that were brazenly pressing against him, and asked in a slightly puzzled tone, "By the way, aren't you afraid that Aunt Bai will find out when you suddenly get up in the middle of the night, since you're always sticking to me like this?"

At the beginning, Cassandra clearly stated that she would only stay for two or three days before returning to handle official business.

But it was already past midnight on the fourth day, and she was still clinging to the spot, refusing to leave.

It seems that the treatment experience for drug addicts is indeed very addictive.

"Oh, what will happen if we get caught?" Sensing the worry in Weiss's voice, the little swordsman asked dismissively.

"Aunt Bai will be angry."

"Oh, that's serious. If Aunt Bai finds out, I promise I won't do it again."

Cassandra blinked pitifully, her double pupils, though possessing a domineering air, appearing innocent and watery.

After a moment of silence, Weiss decided to explain the seriousness of the issue in detail, so he raised his voice slightly.

"This is really serious, I'm serious!!!"

"..."

"..."

Upon hearing this, the little swordsman lowered his head and did not respond immediately.

Her originally frivolous expression turned somewhat gloomy under the light projected from the window.

After a few seconds of silence, she suddenly stood up and turned around, pressing herself directly onto Weiss, her long purple hair falling down.

Her double pupils held no trace of allure.

Then, she reached out and gently pinched Weiss's cheek, her tone tinged with disappointment.

"It seems that nature and the killing system are indeed the biggest conflict."

"Even if you have extremely high talent in the natural realm and have been forced onto the path of killing through your identity as a Feathered One... you will never be able to understand or adapt to the survival principles of the killing system."

At this point, Cassandra tightened her grip on Weiss's cheek slightly, her fingertips constantly brushing against the incredibly hot purple starlight.

"Most superhumans in this world's killing systems are already suffering enough from the dual torment of the killing will and the rules of the world, so why should they care about so much?"

"Live for the moment, indulge in hedonism—that's our bloodthirsty instinct. I can't understand your concerns and worries, and I don't care."

“Vis, remember this… I am Cassandra, one of the Ten Kings. In this world, there is nothing I cannot have, only things I am not interested in.”

As Cassandra uttered her last word.

Before Weiss's brain could even process what was happening, her soft body had already slowly pressed closer.

Then--

The instant that scalding breath touched him, Weiss's mind went completely blank.

The little swordsman's lips were softer than he had imagined, and surprisingly hot.

But very quickly, in less than a breath, Cassandra tilted her head back and looked away.

Because the encounter was so brief, Weiss didn't even have time to recall what it tasted like, or even to piece together his thoughts. The whole process was over before it was over, leaving only a fleeting warmth on his lips that was still faintly burning.

Weiss noticed that novels often describe the feeling of a first kiss in several thousand words.