You've found the Gusha-hime Knight, so put your hair up in a bun!

The intermediate advanced training program requires candidates to be between the [Azure Flame Rank] and the [Starry Rank].

At the Advanced Research Institute, students are no longer just students; they also take on some teaching and magical research duties within the academy. Only those at the [Stairway to the Stars] level or higher who wish to remain at the institute can enter after passing relevant examinations and assessments.

Although Lorthorn Academy of Magic is called a "magic" academy, it does offer other extraordinary courses.

Besides the magic class, the prayer class had the largest number of students.

However, the prayer classes at the Lorthene Magic Academy are certainly not as effective as the prayer training conducted in their respective churches in raising one's extraordinary rank. Therefore, they are more like a tool for necessary social interaction among nobles than an academic study class.

Like the magic class, each prayer class is limited to about 50 students. However, the former only has two classes per grade, while the latter has six classes, each named with a numerical sequence.

Arya was studying in the prayer class in the middle school, so after helping Elena and Irene with their enrollment matters, she said goodbye first.

At Shiloh's request, Elena and Irene were assigned to Class 1 of the Middle School so that they could go to and from get out of class together.

At this moment, the two women who had just received a pile of teaching materials were following behind Xi Luo with somewhat worried expressions, looking a little uneasy.

"Are you still worried about those things? I told you there's nothing to be afraid of. The entrance exam for Lorthern is actually very simple."

Xi Luo took the two girls' hands, shook them, and said softly.

Elena's expression froze as she recalled the magic textbook she had glimpsed in her mind. When she saw those densely packed magic symbols, she felt like she was becoming allergic to knowledge.

You...you call this simple?

Although Elena and Irene successfully enrolled, their student records were not actually entered into the system.

In other words, they only gained the right to audit classes for one month. Only after successfully passing the magic exam a month later could they truly become students of the academy.

But let alone Elena, even someone like Irene, who had received a proper aristocratic education, found the introductory textbooks at the Lorthene Magic Academy to be obscure and difficult to understand, not to mention the others.

"Oh dear~ Of course it will be difficult to just look at those textbooks. Do you remember the notebook I gave you? I wrote it when I was bored in school, but you should read it carefully."

Hearing Xi Luo's calm words, the two girls felt a strong boost of confidence and nodded, then mustered their energy to study hard.

As they approached the entrance to Class 1 of the Middle School, the three of them paused in unison.

Elena and Irene felt a little nervous, after all, the world behind the door was the classroom of the legendary Lorthene Magic Academy, a place where geniuses gathered and all the secrets and forbidden knowledge of the world were gathered.

Their deep-seated reverence for knowledge made them instinctively feel nervous.

As for Shiloh, he was simply feeling sentimental, and...

Hiding the cunning, predatory smile that had crept across his lips, Shiloh pushed open the door and walked into the classroom with the two women.

Without a doubt, the moment Shiloh walked into the classroom, all conversations abruptly ceased, and everyone's eyes turned to him.

There was no way around it; Xi Luo had just too many "labels" on him. At least within the capital city, it was hard for him to go unnoticed, no matter where he went.

The gazes cast upon me were varied, carrying a diverse range of messages—some well-intentioned, some malicious, and some indifferent.

Elena and Irene were naturally also under the scrutiny of these many eyes, but if they showed weakness here, it would only be Shilo who lost face.

With this in mind, the two women naturally wouldn't allow themselves to show weakness, so they clenched their knuckles tightly with their small hands, which were half-hidden in their sleeves, trying to suppress their tension with the pain.

However, the moment Shiloh's large hand touched them, the familiar and reassuring warmth instantly melted away the panic in their hearts, and their tense expressions relaxed considerably, their nervousness dissipated, and a faint blush rose on their pretty faces.

After all, holding hands in front of everyone is still a bit embarrassing.

Of course, Shiloh's actions also sparked some discussion among those around him.

Especially for some aristocratic women who usually enjoy chatting, seeing this scene felt like a knife had been plunged into their hearts, and they let out a cry of despair.

"No way! How could Lord Shiro find someone else as a partner?! What about all the couples I ship?!?!?!"

"I originally thought that Lord Zeno would have a chance after that person's matter was resolved..."

"Although Zelo is currently the most favored stock, I still believe..."

The classroom was filled with the chatter of conversation, instantly breaking the oppressive and dull atmosphere, and at least on the surface, things returned to normal.

The academy classroom was a tiered lecture hall with three rows of seats. Shiloh chose a seat in the upper left corner by the window and sat on the outermost side, while Elena and Irene sat inside.

After sitting down, the two women finally breathed a sigh of relief, feeling as if they had been struggling in the water for a long time and then suddenly came ashore, experiencing a sense of "survival from a disaster".

Seeing their expressions, Xi Luo couldn't help but laugh and said, "So much pressure~?"

Upon hearing this, Elena silently pinched Shiloh's waist and whispered, "Isn't it all your fault? Wherever we go, we're the center of attention. We're all so nervous."

It's rare to hear Elena say something that shows weakness; it seems she's really quite nervous.

This is understandable, though. If we look at the original timeline, Elena, who later chose to become a wandering merchant, can truly be considered one of the earliest NPCs in the entire world's destiny.

However, this fate has quietly changed due to their own choices.

Elena's initial extraordinary talent wasn't very good. Although it had improved a lot through long-term dual cultivation, the faint sense of inferiority in her heart was still hard to get rid of.

If it were Elena, the wandering merchant from the original fateline, she certainly wouldn't feel inferior; in fact, she could be more proud than anyone else.

This pride did not stem from external factors, but from Elena's pride in maintaining her dignity and beliefs after abandoning all wealth and status and resolutely seeking revenge for her mother.

Shiloh took Elena's small hand in his, rubbed it gently in his palm, and then asked softly, "Will you blame me?"

"Ok?"

Elena tilted her head, not understanding what Shiloh meant.

Stroking the girl's soft hair, Xiluo said, "You could have lived a carefree life, not caring about anyone's opinions."

Although what Shiloh said seemed a bit illogical, the quick-witted Elena understood the meaning behind his words.

silence.

But it was not a silent resignation, nor a silence meant to be obedient—Elena placed Shiloh's large hand on her wrist to ensure he could clearly sense her heart at that moment.

Elena simply felt that the significance of this question was extraordinary, so she needed to think about it carefully and carefully before phrasing it.

Shiloh was not in a hurry. He simply gazed at Elena's exquisite and flawless face and felt her pulse.

咚咚

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"But is living without any constraints really a good thing?"

Finally, a soft, deep voice slowly drifted from Elena's lips, and at that moment, her thoughts were crystal clear.

"I don't know. I only know that right now, or rather, I am very happy and blissful, even though I am being 'restrained' by you."

Elena opened her pure, amethyst-like eyes slightly, staring intently into Shiro's dark pupils, as if she wanted to lay bare all her innermost feelings for him.

"As for losing your freedom and caring about what others think—as long as you have this 'love' for you, that should be enough to deal with everything."

Elena's pretty face flushed, her eyes filled with a shy yet determined look, and she uttered these words of confession in a trembling voice.

Of course, Elena had cast a soundproof spell beforehand; otherwise, if others had overheard these words in public, it would have been a bit too embarrassing for them to be showing off their affection.

Elena's undisguised declarations of love sent a shiver down Silo's spine. He thought to himself that the "sincerity" tactic was too ruthless; these sweet words were surprisingly touching.

If it weren't for the occasion, Xiluo would have insisted on starting a game to reward the big black cat handsomely.

But now, Shiloh simply reached out and ruffled Elena's hair, smiling as he said, "Thank you for loving me, Elena."

Upon hearing this, Elena, who had just been so confident in her confession, blushed deeply, her fair face turning bright red. She hurriedly lowered her head, frantically smoothing her hair behind her ear, stammering, "Oh dear, I...I know...Saying such embarrassing things...you...I...oh dear..."

It was a rare sight to see Elena so embarrassed that she broke down, and both Elin and Shiloh watched with great interest.

Then, Irene peeked her little head out from Irene's chest, propped her little hands on the other's plump thighs, looked up at Shilo, and said, "Master brother, Irene loves you too~!"

Seeing the innocent earnestness in the little girl's bright blue eyes, Xi Luo smiled and cupped her face, rubbed it gently, and said, "I love little Irene too."

As soon as she finished speaking, Elena suddenly realized something was wrong. She noticed that Shilo seemed to have cast a sleight of hand spell around her mouth, and a sense of unease rose in her heart: "Hey, why are you casting a sleight of hand spell on yourself?"

"Hmm? Oh, that~ There's a girl in our class who likes to gossip, and she can read lips~"

Elena/Irene: ?

Chapter 135 Shiloh's Arrogance (3k)

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After Shiloh said those words, Elena's face showed this expression. Her toes, hidden inside her small leather boots and white cotton socks, instantly curled up and gripped the ground. Her neck stiffened and slowly turned.

When Elena saw the row of female students below whispering to each other, their faces flushed with embarrassment, and occasionally casting ambiguous glances at her, her pretty face turned as red as a ripe apple, making her look incredibly cute.

Elena lowered her head, pretending to flip through a book, but under the table she had already grabbed Shiloh's large hand and was repeatedly venting her anger in her palm.

Sylvie suppressed a laugh as she looked at the two embarrassed girls who had suddenly fallen silent. Just as she was about to say something, the school bell rang.

Ding-dong-

Seeing this, Xi Luo abandoned his flirting intentions and said, "You can listen to the lecture for now. If you don't understand it, you don't have to listen anymore. Just look at my notes. You can use my notes for the following lectures as well, so don't worry."

When it came to serious matters, Elena and Irene put aside their shyness, took a deep breath, and mustered all their energy to listen to the lesson.

When the teachers entered the classroom, because of the commotion that Shilo had caused at the school gate that morning, no teacher was unaware that the heir of the magical chosen family had returned to the capital.

At this moment, there was no surprise on her face. Instead, she nodded to Xi Luo in greeting with a normal expression, then opened her book, cleared her throat, and asked, "How are you all doing with the homework I assigned last class?"

The middle-aged female magician spoke words full of inquiry, and the students below the stage, who were still excited about Xiluo's scandalous gossip, instantly fell silent. They all lost the lively expressions they had when they were gossiping, and like frightened little quails, they lowered their heads and shrank back, afraid that the teacher would notice them.

Seeing their expressions, Teacher Elmi knew that most of these little rascals had probably ignored her words again.

Ugh……

Elmi frowned, but didn't know what to say, since everyone who could sit in this classroom was either rich or powerful.

Class One is a well-known elite class, containing both exceptionally talented magical geniuses and, of course, some extremely poor magical students.

For these academically challenged students who disrespect knowledge, Elmi's ability to refrain from losing her temper is already a great show of respect for their families.

In her opinion, most of the people here were just there to get a degree and didn't really count as her students.

She prefers to teach students who got in through their own hard work and talent rather than those who have good resources but don't make good use of them.

Just as Elmi shook her head, intending to ignore the situation and continue with her formulaic lecture, a figure suddenly stood up and said softly, "Teacher Elmi, I have some of my own understanding of the 'Magic Rune Construction Theory' discussed in the last lesson."

The voice sounded like the standard voice of a highly educated nobleman, which made most of the people in the classroom breathe a sigh of relief.

“Great, it’s Lord Tyron.”

Turning his gaze away from the blue-haired, blue-eyed young man who had stood up behind him, the man in front, with a buzz cut, waved his hand and said smugly, "Lord Tyron always ranks in the top five, no matter what type of exam it is. These kinds of questions are a piece of cake for him!"

Tyron Scoler is the son of Professor Scoler, an associate professor at the Lorthorn Academy of Magic. He received a standard aristocratic elite education and is an absolute magical genius.

Feeling the gazes of the crowd, Tyron's slightly pale but handsome face revealed a confident and composed smile. After adjusting his single-rimmed round glasses, he walked towards the blackboard below.

Standing in front of the giant blackboard, Tyron manipulated the chalk, quickly constructing a massive and complex magic circle. The large and small magic circles were interlocked and tightly embedded, like an extremely precise machine, full of order and efficiency.

This complex construction was completely beyond the knowledge of most students, and even a look of surprise appeared in the eyes of Teacher Elmi.

After putting the chalk back in the chalk box, Tyron stood with his hands behind his back, admiring his "masterpiece," and said with a smile, "Teacher Elmi, you should be able to see the effect of my magic circle, right?"

Despite the somewhat arrogant tone, the teachers at the magic academy believed that if everyone's knowledge possessed its own uniqueness, then they had the right to be proud.

So Elmi didn't find anything wrong with the other person's tone at all. Instead, she seriously appreciated the "homework" and nodded with a satisfied smile, saying, "Not bad, not bad. This magic circle is very rigorous, and every detail is exquisite. If it is used as a rune and engraved in the staff in advance, it can further accelerate the release and power of the magic."

"Of course, the same applies to items like magic scrolls."

Elmi stroked her chin, muttering thoughtfully, "However... this magic circle is still too complex. The materials that can withstand its energy have certain requirements in terms of grade, so it might not be very practical for widespread use..."

After saying this, Elmi shook her head, then nodded, a satisfied smile on her face, and said, "But as an assignment, it's absolutely perfect. Moreover, you can try to conduct more in-depth research in this area in the future. The construction of this kind of magic circle is very valuable for research. Tyron, you really are a genius."

Elmi's lavish praise deepened Tyron's composed smile. He adjusted his glasses and smiled, "Teacher, you're mistaken about something. The construction of such a magic circle doesn't require any distant future."

"For a genius like me, it would take at most a week to clean up these problems."

Hearing Tyrone say this, Elmi was somewhat surprised and said, "Hehe, if you're that confident, fine. I'll give you two weeks. If you can produce more in-depth research results, and if you want to continue your magical research afterward, I can write you a letter of recommendation during the future selection of a mentor."

These words caused an uproar in the class, and everyone looked at Tyron with envy.

With that statement, it's practically a certainty that Tyron will become a researcher at the Advanced Research Institute, a dream come true for so many people.

Tyrone seemed somewhat indifferent to Elmi's words.

After all, for him, entering the research institute was inevitable.

With her own talent and her father's background as an associate professor, there was absolutely no reason why she couldn't get in.

Moreover, his purpose in going on stage this time wasn't to demonstrate his knowledge to these foolish students below, but rather...

Rewind a little, when Tyron finished drawing the magic circle and Teacher Elmi was explaining it, Elena and Irene on the stage were a little confused.

瞄~

Elena glanced at Shilo, who was engrossed in writing something, poked his waist with her fingertip, and said, "Hey, the teacher seems to have said that this guy named Tyron's magic circle is really powerful, don't you want to take a look?"

Upon hearing this, Shiloh stopped writing, rubbed his wrist, glanced at the complex magic circle on the blackboard below the stage, then turned his gaze back to Elena's eyes, raising an eyebrow and asking, "You... don't you notice anything wrong?"