Chapter 67
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Chapter 67: Different Treatment
Just like parents in the past sent their children to take the college entrance examination, sending their children to the carriage of the Carillian Academy is also a significant event.
In the Camella Royal Capital, many street vendors set up their stalls early in anticipation of the occasion.
After all, the carriage of the Carillian Academy cannot travel to every city on every continent.
The Kingdom of Camella has designated the royal capital as a special ‘boarding point,’ and during these days, noble heirs from across the kingdom gather here, filling the hotels to capacity.
As soon as you step onto the streets, you can see young girls dressed in vibrant, colorful costumes, gathered on the high platform with high spirits, eagerly awaiting the arrival of the academy’s carriage.
In the eyes of the confident nobles, there is pride and a hint of expectation, a sense of superiority over others.
However, not all of them are such self-assured geniuses.
Most are apprehensive, particularly the heirs of smaller noble families or some invited commoner geniuses.
For the nobles, successfully enrolling in the Carillian Academy is ideal, but being eliminated is not a disgrace.
It is a common outcome, and they can always enroll in a reputable academy within the kingdom or return to inherit the family business.
For commoners, however, the stakes are much higher.
They know that this is their only chance to transform their lives, to rise from obscurity to prominence.
Victory or defeat hinges on this moment, and their future hangs in the balance.
Clearly, the psychological pressure on commoner candidates far exceeds that of their noble counterparts.
They need a diploma from the Carillian Academy to validate their talents, to gain the recognition of the king and nobles, and to elevate their status from commoner to noble.
Whether noble or commoner, the freshmen about to take the entrance examination are visibly nervous.
They waited in front of the massive platform specially designed for the Carillian team, seemingly idle but secretly clenching their fingers, unwilling to give up.
Of course, not everyone is so tense.
“Hello, this is my qualification certificate,” a fairy-like silver-haired girl suddenly appeared beneath the platform, handing her credentials to the Wrathful Dragon Knight maintaining order.
The Carillian Academy is a place that cultivates talents for various nations, and the annual freshman entrance examination is heavily guarded by the royal families. King Carmela himself dispatched the Wrathful Dragon Knights to maintain order.
“I wish you success, candidate,” the Wrathful Dragon Knight said after inspecting the girl’s credentials, handing them back with a nod.
They were under the king’s command and offered this blessing to every candidate.
After all, many of these candidates, if admitted, would become their juniors.
It was only fitting to extend such a wish, as many of the Wrathful Dragon Knights serving in the royal palace were themselves graduates of the Carillian Academy.
When the knight looked up and saw the girl’s face clearly, he was momentarily struck by her stunning beauty but quickly regained his composure.
Noticing the girl’s calm demeanor, with a hint of sorrow in her eyes that resembled a deep pool of water, the Wrathful Dragon Knight felt a growing sense of admiration.
No matter how composed the candidates on the platform appeared, the experienced knight could see their underlying lack of confidence.
Yet, this silver-haired girl, with her poise and presence alone, outshone all the other candidates present.
The Wrathful Dragon Knight, of course, had no way of knowing that the girl before him had lived two lives and that this was not her first time participating in such an assessment.
“Thank you,” the girl said simply, retrieving her credentials and ascending the high platform with graceful steps.
Her presence quickly drew the attention of many onlookers.
This is the appearance of the ceiling level of the Terraria Continent.
Many students inadvertently caught a glimpse of the silver enchantress, and their eyes are drawn to her like magnets, unable to look away.
Especially some civilian candidates, still inexperienced in the ways of the world, are completely captivated by her beautiful face and the silver hair shimmering in the sunlight.
Their cheeks flush red, and then, like teenagers just beginning to fall in love, they immediately realize their gaffe and look away in embarrassment.
This scene made someone in the audience sigh silently, thinking to themselves that she truly deserved to be the protagonist.
The sheer lethality of her appearance could make even an iron tree bloom.
Retracting his gaze, Winnie shrugged his shoulders and handed his credentials to the knights in the audience while everyone was distracted by Aesphyra.
“Ahem, Mr. Knight, these are my credentials,” Winnie said as he handed over the documents.
“…”
The knight, who had been quite cheerful moments before, instantly adopted an expressionless face, his movements becoming mechanical and impatient.
“…”
Winnie felt a twinge of resentment.
The knight’s attitude toward Aesphyra was a world apart from how he treated him.
He knew his reputation wasn’t the best, but no matter how bad it was, shouldn’t a knight serving the royal family at least pretend to be courteous?
Was it necessary to wear such a disdainful expression?
Tch.
“You’ve passed,” the knight said flatly after inspecting the credentials, handing them back to Winnie without a hint of warmth.
He didn’t even offer a perfunctory blessing, as if it made no difference whether he did or not, as though Winnie were merely going through the motions.
Well, you’re all like this, aren’t you?
“I said, Mr. Knight, aren’t you being a bit biased? Why don’t I get a single word of encouragement?” Winnie couldn’t help but ask.
“Fine. Have a nice trip,” the knight replied, his face still devoid of emotion.
Oh, so that’s all he gets? A mere “have a nice trip”?
No well-wishes for his performance, no hope for success?
If he hadn’t asked, he wouldn’t even have gotten that, would he?
Tch.
Winnie pursed his lips, deciding not to waste any more words.
He tucked away his credentials and walked onto the high platform, glancing at the other candidates around him.
The nobles were dressed in elegant aristocratic attire, the children of wealthy merchants wore expensive outfits, and even the less affluent civilian candidates had done their best to appear presentable.
Compared to the others, who wore clothes that showcased their status as much as possible,
Winnie stood out like a sore thumb in his simple, casual gown.
His brown jacket, white gown, cowhide pants, and fleece boots seemed almost perfunctory, a stark contrast to the meticulously dressed candidates around him.
Winnie glanced down at his outfit, realizing just how out of place he looked among the crowd.
Surprisingly eye-catching, sometimes, being strikingly out of place can also draw attention, and Winnie belonged to the latter category.
After everyone had their fill of admiring the beauty, it was time to notice the beast.
As Winnie stepped onto the high platform, many eyes turned toward him, and quite a few recognized his face.
Although, for some reason, this notorious young man’s appearance seemed much more refined and pleasing to the eye than before, most of the gazes directed at him were still filled with sarcasm.
The looks of surprise and mockery seemed to say, “You dare to show up for the entrance examination?”
