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It had been two days since Mia arrived at Rose Academy.

After the entrance examination on the first day, all examinees were asked to stay on the campus for another two days.

No reason was explained, just a polite little note saying, "Please remain within academy premises for administrative purposes."

Mia translated it to: "We’re doing background checks and ranking you all."

Regardless, she didn’t care.

They were assigned temporary dorms for the time being. Just a single room per student—no shared spaces, no roommates. It wasn’t bad.

A clean room with polished marble floors, a soft bed with stiff white sheets, a private bathroom, and a closet filled with freshly pressed uniforms.

Perfectly her size.

Which creeped her out a little.

She’d stared at the clothes for a solid minute before muttering, "How the hell do they know my size?"

It had to be in the paperwork. Somewhere. Still, that level of precision made her skin crawl.

Ignoring that minor discomfort, her stay had been... quiet.

She mostly stayed in her room. Took slow walks around the academy grounds when she got bored. Nothing too flashy.

Just breathing in the air and enjoying the scenery. The architecture was something else.

Everything felt like it belonged in a fantasy novel—the wide stone bridges, the spiraling towers, the enchanted lanterns floating in midair. Ivy-lined pillars and perfectly trimmed hedges stretched across the courtyards.

Even the birds chirped in tune, as if someone had cast a harmony spell on nature.

Mia would walk aimlessly through it all, hands in her pockets, head tilted back as she stared at the floating sigils on the ceiling arches.

Sometimes she met other examinees during her strolls. Most of them were talkative. They’d approach her with awkward smiles and ask casual questions.

About the test. About where she was from. What her background was.

She kept her answers short.

A few tried to compare notes. Apparently, post-test anxiety was a universal constant, no matter the world. They’d bring up one of the trickier questions, toss around answers, then wait for her opinion.

Mia, being honest to a fault, gave it.

"That’s not correct," she’d say flatly.

Some took it well. Others didn’t.

One guy in particular crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes at her. "You saying I’m wrong?"

Mia blinked. "Yeah. That’s exactly what I’m saying."

He scoffed. "What, you think you’re smarter than everyone else?"

"No. But your answer is wrong."

That did not go over well.

She could’ve walked away. But instead, she tilted her head and added, "Wanna see the proof?"

He didn’t answer, but she took it as a yes and led him straight to the academy’s library.

And what a library it was.

Ten whole floors, all packed to the ceiling with books. Sections divided by glowing markers. Each genre had its own floor.

There were staircases that moved on their own, and floating platforms that hovered to help you reach the higher shelves.

Rows upon rows of titles—some handwritten, some enchanted to whisper the content aloud, and some bound in beast-leather covers that still smelled like the creature it came from.

And of course, her personal favorite—comics.

Yep. Fantasy comics. Manga-style ones, too.

"God, I love magic," Mia muttered the first time she saw the labeled shelf. She practically sprinted to it.

From then on, it became her base of operations.

Every afternoon, she’d vanish into the library. Find a quiet corner. Stack up a dozen books. Sit cross-legged on the floor and devour stories one after another.

Sometimes it was spell theory. Sometimes cultivation systems. Sometimes... magical romance drama that totally wasn’t a guilty pleasure.

No one bothered her. Except the librarian.

The first night, he walked up to her with a heavy sigh. "It’s midnight. I need to lock up."

Mia looked up from her book. "Oh... I didn’t notice the time."

"You’ve been here for ten hours."

"...Right. Sorry about that."

He pinched the bridge of his nose. "Just go already."

She got up, stretching like a lazy cat. "Thanks for your service, Mr. Librarian. I’ll return tomorrow."

He grunted. "Only if you pass."

She smirked. "I will."

By the second day, the librarian stopped trying to scare her off. He just accepted his fate and let her be.

She didn’t bother socializing with anyone else. No group hangouts. No joining in on casual sparring matches in the practice fields. No attempts at making friends.

She didn’t need them.

She had books.

And Cassius.

But mostly books.

Still, when she occasionally ran into people and they wanted to debate about test answers, she calmly dragged them to the reference section and showed them the page. Let the printed ink shut them up.

Every single time, they’d blink in surprise, mumble some apology, and walk off with their tail between their legs.

Mia never gloated. She just nodded and moved on to the next comic.

It was a peaceful life.

And if peace was the calm before a storm, she was going to enjoy every second of it.

Because once the results came out, she had no doubt things would change.

...

The next day arrived, and with it came a quiet buzz of anticipation that lingered throughout the academy grounds like a storm waiting to break.

Mia was ready.

Not just for her own results—but for Cassius’s too.

She understood now why there had been a delay. They weren’t handing out scores privately, no little slips of parchment delivered to dorms.

No, they were waiting for a public reveal. Something grand. Something theatrical.

It was dramatic. Over-the-top. But honestly? She didn’t mind it one bit.

It meant more time in the library. More time curled up in her favorite reading corner, surrounded by an impossible number of stories.

Some about long-lost empires. Others about time-traveling mages and cursed princes and immortal fox girls who fell in love with human warriors.

It was addictive. Mystical. And strangely ironic.

Somehow, the fantasy stories she read felt more fantastical than the actual fantasy world she lived in.

She caught herself giggling at the thought, lips curled in amusement as she leaned back against a bookshelf.

But apparently, she wasn’t as alone as she thought.

A familiar voice called out, soft yet sharp.

"You’re really happy today. What happened, Mia?"

Her smile faltered for a second, but quickly returned. She knew that voice. Recognized it instantly.

Mia turned her head—and saw Amelia standing just a few paces away. Elegant as ever. Poised. But this time, she wasn’t alone.

Two girls stood beside her.

One of them had raven-black hair and piercing green eyes. Petite and graceful, but with a sharpness in her gaze that made her feel far taller than she was. Evelyn Nightshade.

The other had flowing brunette hair and warm hazel eyes. A bit taller, her posture relaxed, like someone who’d grown up with wealth and never once needed to rush. Celeste Fontaine.

Mia recognized both of them immediately.

They weren’t just anyone.

They were major heroines from the game.

And judging from the way they subtly examined her, they already knew who she was too.

Still, she kept her expression neutral.

"Yes," Mia answered, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "It’s time for the results. I’m just... excited."

Amelia offered a soft smile. "I suppose that’s a valid reason to be cheerful. You’re quite confident, aren’t you?"

Mia nodded, not missing the slightly pointed tone. "Yes. I am."

The two other girls exchanged glances, subtle but telling.

Celeste leaned closer to Amelia and whispered—audible enough for Mia to catch, probably on purpose. "Who is she?"

Amelia turned to her companions with a half-apologetic smile. "Ah, I should’ve introduced her earlier."

She gestured toward Mia, her tone light. "This is Mia. Cassius’s adopted sister."

The moment those words dropped, there was a visible shift in the air.

Evelyn blinked once, eyes narrowing slightly. Celeste’s lips parted, surprise flickering across her features like a brief ripple in calm water.

It lasted barely a second.

But Mia caught it all.

She smiled gracefully and gave a small, polite bow. "Pleasure to meet you."

The two girls returned the gesture almost in sync.

"Pleasure to meet you too," they echoed.

Celeste was the first to speak up, her voice soft and almost musical. "I’m Celeste Fontaine. It’s lovely to meet Cassius’s sister."

"And I’m Evelyn Nightshade," the dark-haired girl added from the side, giving a casual wave. "We’re your brother’s childhood friends."

Now, this time Mia was the one who was surprised. Because this was never mentioned in the game.

Nor did Arawn tell her about it. But maybe she just forgot, she wasn’t madly interested in the game.

Still, Mia played her role perfectly. She tilted her head slightly, her smile never fading. "He’s mentioned you before."

That was a lie, but it was the polite thing to say. The expected response.

Celeste’s eyes lit up. "Really? What did he say?"

Mia shrugged. "That you were important to him. All of you."

That was the most basic lie she could muster. It was a safe bet. If they were childhood friends, they must be important. Even if they were bad.

Won’t they?

The girls exchanged small smiles. For a moment, the air softened, the tension dulled. Just three noble girls chatting in the morning sun before the storm of results crashed down on them.

"Anyway," she said, turning her eyes toward the distant announcement hall direction. "Shouldn’t the results be starting soon?"

Amelia glanced at the nearby bell tower. "Yes. We should head there."

Celeste gave a playful sigh. "I hope they don’t keep us waiting much longer. My heart can’t take the suspense."

Evelyn chuckled. "If you’re worried, then the rest of us should be panicking."

Mia simply followed after them, her hands in her pockets and her smile calm.