My older sister is a villainous rich girl

Marquis O'Neill looked somber at that moment.

“But recently, ever since they heard that the children in their relatives’ homes are going to school, they’ve been saying that they want to go to school too.”

After saying this, he paused for a moment and looked back at the brother and sister beside him.

After meeting his father's gaze, Roy, the older brother, murmured softly, "Seiki... Academy..."

Seeing his bewildered expression, Marquis O'Neill said with a sorrowful tone, "Look how much he wants to go to school!"

"Although the two siblings are still unable to act like ordinary children, they are usually very obedient and will never cause any inconvenience to the teachers' lessons!"

Upon hearing Marquis O'Neill's request, the king looked troubled.

If it were just a matter of making an exception for them and arranging for them to attend an ordinary academy in the capital, that wouldn't be difficult.

But Seiki Academy is different.

From the moment our ancestors decided to strongly support this academy, they established a rule that no outside interference was allowed in its internal operations. All matters within the academy were to be decided by the academy's board of directors and various student organizations.

—At least on the surface.

This was not merely to demonstrate the importance placed on the academy's self-management capabilities, but also because at that time, almost all the students enrolled in this academy were children of the powerful and wealthy. If these naturally arrogant students were not allowed to handle internal conflicts themselves, their parents could easily escalate the problems, eventually leading to infighting between families.

For the sake of noble face or family honor, no one was willing to back down, resulting in many vicious acts of revenge that even the king found difficult to handle.

After all, the two families were so enraged that they didn't care how trivial the conflict started.

It can be said that the influence of these "traditions" is very profound.

Even now, it still leaves a strong mark on the academy.

Judging from Marquis O'Neill's words, it seemed that he wanted to enroll both of his children in Seiki Academy.

That's true... If it were just an ordinary school, he could have done it himself based on his personal connections; there was no need to bring it up in this kind of setting.

After thinking for a moment, the king said gently, "These two children must be twelve or thirteen years old, right? Otherwise, let them study at the Qingxi Academy's elementary school for a few years."

Although they share the same name as Seiki Academy, the "Elementary School Division" and "Junior School Division" are quite different from the actual main campus, and their management is not as strict as that of the main campus.

With my status as king, making arrangements wouldn't be a big problem.

“Elementary school?” Marquis O’Neill was taken aback.

He then explained in a low voice, looking somewhat embarrassed, "The two siblings are already fifteen years old, but they just look rather thin."

The king immediately frowned.

He thought to himself, "How can this guy be so clueless? Isn't he deliberately creating problems for me?"

"Are those two siblings magicians?" The king's tone turned cold.

Unlike the later-added elementary and junior high sections, Seiki Academy's first ironclad rule from its inception has been to admit only students with magical aptitude. Especially after expanding its enrollment, the academy is placing increasing emphasis on the individual aptitude and talent of its new students.

Regardless of its financial situation, the kingdom invests a large sum of money in Qingxi Academy every year. Even if it delays paying the salaries of lower-level officials, it will not delay paying the academy's bonuses. This is not because the kingdom has too much money to throw away.

When the King pointed out the children's most critical flaw to his face, O'Neal's face turned red.

He knew that Roy and Vivian were not magicians and were indeed not qualified to enter Qingxi Academy.

However, he later heard that Qingxi Academy was now not only admitting lower-ranking nobles, but even commoners, which caused him great resentment.

If the rule of "not admitting commoners" can be broken, why can't the rule of "not admitting students without magical aptitude" be broken?!

With this in mind, Marquis O'Neill decided to take a gamble for his son, even if it meant risking everything.

"Although not, I can guarantee that they will absolutely not affect the studies of the magician students. Roy and Vivian can even sit quietly all day without saying a word..." He wanted to continue trying to persuade His Majesty the King.

However, the king grew annoyed with the middle-aged man who was still babbling on and on.

Do I need your assurance?

--ridiculous.

The king looked away, but inadvertently saw his second son standing behind the crowd, watching the scene unfold like a spectator.

His mood worsened.

"Lawrence".

As soon as he finished speaking, the guards surrounding the king instantly parted to make way for him.

Thus, Lawrence, along with Wayne and Chris beside him, were all exposed.

"Uh..." Caught red-handed, Lawrence froze for a second.

But seeing his father staring at him with an unfriendly expression, he had no choice but to resign himself to his fate and reluctantly bow. "Father...Brother..."

Having no other option but to follow Lawrence's lead, Wayne had no choice but to do the same.

...I should have firmly refused Lawrence's request to follow me earlier; it seems like nothing good ever comes of running into him.

He could only try his best to hide his presence and didn't want to attract anyone's attention.

But things didn't go as planned; the king still noticed him and Chris.

"Oh, right." The king seemed to suddenly remember something.

"—Wayne is the new president of the Lily Society at the academy, right?" he asked.

Seeing that everyone's eyes were on him, Wayne replied modestly, feeling slightly uncomfortable, "I'm just the acting president on a temporary basis."

“An acting president is still a president,” the king said nonchalantly.

“This Marquis O’Neill seems to be unfamiliar with the rules of Clearstream Academy. Wayne, as the president of the Lily Society, you should explain it to him properly.”

Upon hearing His Majesty the King's order, Wayne couldn't help but glance at Marquis O'Neill with pity.

—This is an attempt to use his own hand to slap Marquis O'Neill in the face.

Chapter 488 The Sudden Appearance of the Assassin

But in this situation, it's not my turn to play the good guy.

Therefore, Wayne could only explain without any personal emotion: "Marquis O'Neill, if you weren't a magician, I'm afraid your children wouldn't be able to be accepted by the academy."

"This rule is not only to uphold the school's traditions, but also to protect your children."

"Imagine if Roy and Vivian were to live in an environment surrounded by noble mages for an extended period of time. They would only become more aware of the gap between themselves and their peers, which would be very detrimental to their growth."

"Moreover... there is no way to make up for inherent defects in aptitude, and there are many occasions in the academy where competition is necessary."

Wayne subtly reminded Marquis O'Neill that Clearstream Academy was not a peaceful place.

Even Chris, who has exceptionally good external conditions, often suffers from her weak magic power, let alone children with intellectual disabilities who cannot use any magic.

Sometimes, immature children are completely unaware of the seriousness of bullying the weaker party.

Not to mention, Roy and Vivian don't actually know how to protect themselves, and they may end up in a situation where they are clearly hurt but are unaware of it.

"For Roy and Vivian, who are still clueless about how to interact with others, what they need most right now is an environment where a parent can protect them," he said slowly.

Wayne didn't quite understand why the Marquis would make such a presumptuous request.

Is the only idea to make the two kids sit there like idiots every day so they can eventually get a diploma?

But what use is a graduation certificate to two siblings who are unlikely to work normally? It would be better to save up more money and provide them with good conditions so that they can at least live a happy life.

Wayne's words were exactly what the king wanted to hear, and after he finished speaking, the king nodded in satisfaction.

"That's right, exactly."

Realizing that the Kings were not going to budge on this issue, O'Neal's previously excited expression cooled instantly, as if someone had poured cold water on it.

The attempt... failed after all.

Richard, who had been following behind the king, seemed to want to say something, but after hesitating for a moment, he fell silent again.

"Why must they study at a magic academy? Wouldn't it be better if they lived out their lives peacefully?" His Majesty the King said.

Seeing that the king had made up his mind, the people who had come with him began to chime in with their own words.

O'Neal couldn't hide his disappointment and could only awkwardly try to cope.

The king, somewhat disappointed at being delayed by those who didn't know how to read the room, looked at Lawrence.

"Lawrence, stop running around everywhere! Follow your brother and learn how to be a proper prince."

The king merely gave him a casual reprimand before turning to leave amidst his entourage.

Wayne clearly saw that Lawrence clenched his fists tightly after hearing these words.

Seeing this, he couldn't help but shake his head slightly. Just as he was about to turn his head to speak to Chris, a muffled sound rang out, and all the lights in the banquet hall went out in an instant.

Under the cover of darkness, the guests remained silent for only a brief moment.

Soon, the entire mansion erupted in a huge uproar, as if a pot had been boiled over.

When the environment suddenly changed, Wayne immediately grabbed Chris's hand and held her in his arms.

"Don't move, something seems wrong," Wayne whispered in her ear.

With Wayne by her side, Chris was able to remain calm and keenly realized the problem: "Has the indoor lighting been tampered with?"

"I think so."

As he gave his answer, Wayne vigilantly sensed whether there were any suspicious magical fluctuations in his surroundings.

However, the noise was so loud that some nobles had to use magic to maintain order amidst the chaos, which greatly interfered with Wayne's judgment.

—I wish I could have an environment where I could be alone.

For some reason, Wayne suddenly thought of the superheroes that usually appear in movies and TV shows. At this moment, they would often kiss their lovers passionately, say "I'm sorry, I have to leave for a bit," and then hide away to secretly transform and save the world.

Could it be that the script I received is actually of this type?

"boom!"

"Ahhh—" Accompanied by panicked cries in the distance and the sound of something exploding, the chaos in the banquet hall not only did not subside, but intensified.

Wayne pulled Chris along, instinctively backing away towards the wall.

Beside them, even the nobles who had been able to remain calm were starting to lose their composure.

"what happened?"

What's all the noise outside?

However, the king's voice remained calm. "Perhaps it's just some petty thieves causing trouble; there's no need for any alarm."

Even without looking, it was clear that the royal guards accompanying the king had firmly surrounded him.

The explosions outside continued several times before gradually subsiding.

More soldiers who had been arranged to guard the outside poured into the banquet hall, some of them holding temporary emergency magic lamps, which once again illuminated a small area of ​​the banquet hall.

The still-shaken nobles realized what was happening and gradually quieted down, clearing a straight passage under the urging of the guards.

The light stretched from the entrance of the banquet hall all the way to His Majesty the King.

His Majesty the King looked somber as he looked at the two ministers kneeling before him, who had come to report the situation.

“Your Majesty, the brief chaos just now was due to several assassins attempting to commit violence, but fortunately, our colleagues in the city guard fought bravely and have killed all the assassins.” Simon’s resolute face showed no sign of guilt.

Meanwhile, Bulwer, standing next to him, kept glancing at Simon with an extremely suspicious look.

The king remained silent for two seconds.

"Oh, so have you found out their origins?" the king asked.

“No,” Simon answered naturally. “Because they didn’t leave any survivors, it will probably take some time to trace their origins.”

Upon hearing this, the king turned his gaze to Bulwer and asked, "Bulwer, what did you see outside just now?"

Bulwer hesitated for a moment before finally giving a very objective account of what he had seen.

"...I was just about to go outside for some fresh air when I suddenly heard an explosion, so I immediately ran towards where the incident had occurred."

"But at that time, Lord Simon had already led his guards into battle against the assassins, so I had no choice but to quickly join in and help. In our joint fight, we killed several assassins."

Chapter 489 There is only one true assassin

Without a word, Wayne had already retreated from the center of the crowd to a position against the wall.

But in such a chaotic setting, almost everyone’s attention was focused on the King, Simon and Bulwer, and no one paid any attention to his actions.