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"Rose Academy," the principal began, his voice steady, rich with gravitas, "is not simply a place of learning. It is a forge. A crucible. One that burns away weakness, ignorance, and entitlement. Here, we do not pamper potential—we temper it."

A hush swept through the audience. Even the ones who had been whispering seconds ago fell silent, the weight of his words pressing down.

He raised a single finger.

"Some of you will pass. Others will fail. That is the reality of the world you seek to master. Here, status is not enough. Bloodlines are not enough. Even talent alone is not enough."

The sapphire-eyed man beside him shifted slightly, arms folded across his broad chest.

The red-haired woman offered a soft smile to the crowd, but said nothing. The two of them were like statues flanking a monarch—elegant and dangerous in their own right.

"Every year," the principal continued, "there are those who come thinking their family name is a golden ticket. That their connections will carry them through. But this is Rose—not a social club, not a charity."

He let that linger.

Mia couldn’t help but admire how effortlessly he held the room. He hadn’t raised his voice once, and yet he had everyone hanging on his words.

It reminded her of those few charismatic professors back in her college—except this guy didn’t even try to be likeable.

He simply was.

He added, his tone grim. "Your upcoming years won’t be simple. Here either you will reach the summit and change your destined fate or die trying."

He paused letting the words linger, then continued. "And those of you who think, they will begrudgingly pass the upcoming years. Let me introduce to you a cold truth.....NO such thing will happen."

The crowd went silent, almost dead silent. But there were whispers, those words were directed at many people.

Mostly nobles who were here just to spend some time.

The principal returned back to his jovial state.

Then came the change.

His expression shifted—slightly—but enough to be felt. A calm intensity replaced the amused playfulness.

"And now," he said. "For what you’ve all waited for."

A small ripple of motion came from behind as a massive crystal board descended from the ceiling—floating midair, glowing softly with ethereal light.

Intricate symbols danced across its surface, rearranging, shifting.

’THEY DID IT!!!!’

Mia screamed internally, barely containing the giddy chaos surging through her chest. Her eyes sparkled with anticipation as she leaned slightly forward in her seat.

’They weren’t going to just quietly announce names in alphabetical order like in some dull way. No, they were doing it with style—flair.’

Just as she’d hoped.

A few tense seconds passed. Then, finally, the intricate symbols swirling across the crystal board began to stabilize, converging with a gentle hum.

They rearranged themselves, forming tangible characters—names, numbers, and labels.

A large heading shimmered at the top in gold.

’ACADEMIC’

So this was it—the academic results. The first segment of the entrance evaluation.

Mia squinted, scanning the top section. Her gaze darted around eagerly, searching for familiar names. But strangely enough, the top five names were missing from the list altogether.

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Before her confusion could settle, the principal—still standing confidently at center stage—let out a low chuckle.

"Ah," he said with a smirk. "Some suspense is interesting, don’t you think so?"

The amused glint in his eyes wasn’t missed by anyone. A few people in the crowd chuckled nervously.

"With that said," he continued, "I will now announce the top five academic scorers. I ask that when your name is called, you join me on stage. Please don’t take your sweet time. I haven’t lived this long just to wait for dramatic entrances, alright?"

Laughter rippled through the hall.

Mia felt her heartbeat spike. The crowd quieted.

"Let’s begin," he said, pausing for dramatic effect. "Fifth place—with a total of eighty-two points—Miss Celeste Fontaine!"

A chorus of applause erupted across the auditorium. The crystal board behind him shimmered to display Celeste’s name in elegant gold letters.

Mia turned to watch as Celeste rose gracefully, a subtle confidence in her steps. Her uniform barely fluttered as she moved toward the stage, head held high.

She stopped before the principal and gave a respectful nod.

The principal smiled and turned to address the crowd. "And not only did Miss Fontaine secure the fifth spot—she also broke the previous highest academic score, which stood at seventy-eight points. Let’s hear it for her!"

The applause intensified, echoing like thunder across the vast chamber.

Celeste bowed elegantly, her expression calm, though Mia could see the flicker of satisfaction beneath her controlled smile.

As the cheers died down, the principal raised his hand again. The hall quickly fell into silence.

"Fourth place," he declared, "goes to... Evelyn Nightshade, with eighty-three points."

More claps.

Evelyn stood up with poise, her movement composed and regal. She walked to the stage like someone who had done this many times before. Her expression didn’t change much—calm, cold, efficient.

She stood beside Celeste, offering only the barest nod.

The principal gave her an approving smile. "Another record broken. You’re all really showing off this year."

Mia leaned forward slightly, her palms slick with anticipation. The tension was building. She could feel it—like thunderclouds waiting to break.

"And now," the principal said, turning slightly. "Our third-place scorer. With eighty-four points... Miss Amelia Everhart."

More gasps.

More applause.

Mia blinked, turning just in time to see Amelia rise from her seat with a small, knowing smirk in Mia’s direction.

Mia tilted her head slightly. ’What was that look for?’

It wasn’t unkind, exactly. Just... amused. Maybe a bit smug.

’Was she annoyed about something?’ Maybe she had unknowingly come off as too distant. Or maybe Amelia just liked ruffling people.

She completely ignored the fact that she was the one who was hell bent on making her disappear from her brother’s life.

Unbeknownst to her, her thoughts were very tangible. Anyone with a few brain cells could decipher she didn’t like Amelia.

Regardless, she strode confidently to the stage, earning a wave of loud, enthusiastic cheers.

Clearly, Amelia was popular. The crowd loved her.

The principal gestured toward her. "Another record shattered. Incredible work."

The three girls stood on stage like a mural—elegance, grace, and power wrapped in youthful ambition.

Then came the silence again.

Everyone knew what came next.

The final two.

Mia’s breath caught.

The principal exhaled dramatically and raised his hand.

"Second place," he announced, voice louder this time, "goes to... with a resounding ninety-seven points—Mia Lancaster!!!"

There was a beat of stunned silence.

Then—

Applause.

A lot of it.

Shock spread across several faces as the crowd erupted.

Mia blinked. She had expected to be in the top five. Maybe even third. But second? With ninety-seven points?

Even Celeste and Evelyn had only managed low 80s.

The 6th student had only received 59 marks. She knew she would be in the top 5, but this was still a surprise.

A surprise she wholeheartedly welcomed.

She quickly gathered herself and stood, straightening her uniform and brushing her hair behind her ears. Her steps were deliberate, graceful, though inside her heart thundered.

As she made her way toward the stage, she could feel the eyes.

So many eyes.

Some surprised. Some admiring. A few... resentful?

She joined the others on stage, offering a courteous bow toward the audience. Her expression remained calm, but inside, she felt light.

Like something was finally falling into place.

The principal gave her a nod. "Well done, Miss Lancaster. You’ve raised the bar."

She stood beside Amelia, Celeste, and Evelyn. The air between them buzzed with unspoken tension and silent pride.

One name remained.