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Sapphire arrived before a residence situated within one of the academy's other residential districts. Although it shared the same overall design as her own estate, there were enough subtle differences to make each residence feel unique — three stories, elegant, grand, a residence befitting Mythical-tier students.
She waited patiently outside the barrier surrounding the estate. Moments later, the transparent barrier rippled before quietly opening a path for her, and she stepped inside. As she approached the entrance, the front door opened before she even had the chance to knock.
Greeting her was a beautiful Beastkin woman. Tiger ears rested atop her head while faint black stripes decorated her cheeks, revealing her lineage. Apart from those features, she looked almost completely human. Sapphire couldn't help but admire her.
'Even the servants here are extraordinary... How does someone even acquire a Tiger Beastkin powerful enough to serve as a personal maid?'
She pushed the thought aside. The maid politely bowed.
"Lady Sapphire. If you'll follow me."
Sapphire nodded before following her deeper into the residence. Soon, she entered what appeared to be an enormous lounge. The room itself radiated luxury — comfortable sofas surrounded a massive holographic projection suspended in the middle of the room, the screen displaying footage of two unfamiliar students battling one another. Every person present was quietly observing the recording.
Sapphire found an empty seat. Only then did Qwarian finally notice her arrival. He turned from the holographic screen before smiling.
"Oh? Sapphire. You finally made it."
His eyes lingered on her face for several seconds. Then a grin spread across his lips.
"...Did that guy punch you?"
Sapphire clicked her tongue.
"He did."
Qwarian burst into laughter.
"I told you. He's a strange one."
Sapphire folded her arms.
"All I did... was tell him I wasn't weak."
Qwarian tilted his head.
"...And?"
With an exasperated sigh, Sapphire recounted the entire encounter — how Dante had seemed perfectly normal, how they'd barely exchanged a handful of sentences, how she'd confidently stated she intended to pass the academy's special examination. Then, without warning, he casually threw a punch. One swing. Nothing more. She had been sent flying.
When she finished, Qwarian could no longer contain himself, his quiet chuckles turning into full-blown laughter. Sapphire simply rolled her eyes.
"...I'm glad someone enjoyed the experience."
To her right sat an enormous Beastkin — broad shoulders, powerful muscles, a face fierce enough to frighten most people at first glance. Yet strangely, there wasn't a shred of hostility in his expression; it was simply his resting face. Black and white tiger ears rested atop his head while matching stripes covered portions of his body. Unlike ordinary tiger Beastkin, whose fur consisted primarily of orange and black, his white coloration immediately marked him as possessing an exceptionally pure bloodline. Zephir.
She waved toward him. He politely returned the gesture with a simple nod.
'See? This is how a normal person behaves. Not like that brute Dante.'
To her left, a short young-looking boy with normal human features but a child-like stature and short frame — a dwarf — happily munched on an enormous bag of snacks. Bullshar. Despite technically being an adult, his youthful appearance made him look more like a teenager than anything else.
Sapphire couldn't help smiling.
"...You're oddly adorable."
Bullshar looked up. Without saying a single word, he raised his middle finger.
"..."
"...Never mind."
Across from them sat a woman whose presence felt almost invisible. A Dark Elf. Shade. She wore practical assassin-like attire beneath a flowing dark robe — long boots reinforced with metal guards reached almost to her knees, a sleeveless armored blouse protected her torso, and a hood concealed most of her face. Only her calm crimson eyes remained visible above the scarf wrapped around her mouth.
She gave Sapphire a gentle nod.
"It sounds like you've had a difficult first day."
Sapphire chuckled.
"I did. But I also learned something valuable."
At that moment, Qwarian stood, and the brightly lit room immediately fell silent. He glanced at the academy bracelet around his wrist.
Visitors Remaining: 10. Maximum Capacity Reached. Automatic Removal: 24 Hours Remaining.
Closing the notification, he clasped his hands together.
"Well then. I hope everyone's first day was productive. Since we were all assigned different classes, I'd like everyone to report what they discovered. We'll compare information."
Bullshar tossed his snack packet onto the table.
"I'll go first. I met Vaygar. The son of the Dragon King. One of the Twenty Princes."
His usually relaxed expression became serious.
"He's worth watching."
He scratched his cheek.
"I honestly don't understand this academy. Why are there so many monsters gathered in one place?"
He shook his head.
"He barely did anything. But my instincts were screaming. He gave me exactly the same feeling Qwarian does."
Qwarian smiled.
"Thank you. Good work."
Next, Shade spoke. As she leaned forward, her scarf loosened slightly, revealing long black hair and beautiful obsidian eyes.
"I observed Aishwani."
A small smile appeared beneath her hood.
"She's intelligent. Annoyingly intelligent. Out of everyone I've monitored, she was the only one besides Qwarian who noticed she was being observed."
She folded her arms.
"She belongs on the list. Obtaining useful combat information from her won't be easy."
She paused.
"I also encountered the so-called Child of Death... Vespar."
Even recalling the memory caused her shoulders to tense.
"The moment our eyes met... it felt as though death itself was staring back at me. I've rarely experienced anything so unsettling."
Silence filled the room. Finally, Zephir spoke, his deep voice rumbling throughout the lounge.
"I only spoke briefly with Jurian. He remembered you."
He looked directly at Qwarian.
"But he's nothing like the person you described. When I mentioned your name, he became cautious. Almost... afraid."
Qwarian slowly shook his head.
"No. That's simply how he behaves. He always appears cautious. But don't misunderstand — that man is an absolute monster."
He calmly removed his military jacket. As the cloth slipped from his shoulder, everyone froze. A massive sword wound stretched diagonally across his torso, beginning at his right shoulder and ending near his left waist. Even though it had healed, the scar remained horrifying.
Bullshar whistled softly.
"Someone actually did that to you?"
Qwarian put his jacket back on as though nothing had happened.
"As calm as he appears, he is frightening. I survived. But only barely."
Even Zephir couldn't help staring.
How... how did he survive a wound like that?
Qwarian ignored everyone's expressions. Instead, he placed a sheet of paper onto the table. Written upon it were ten names:
1. Merlin
2. Dante
3. Vespar
4. Vaygar
5. Jurian
6. Luna
7. Aishwani
8. Zenith
9. Ivory
10. Lunara
He tapped the paper.
"I also met Luna. More accurately, I nearly fought her. I found her training alone within the Combat Mountains."
He exhaled quietly.
"Just like Dante, she tested me."
He frowned slightly.
"But comparing the two isn't quite accurate. Dante is..."
Sapphire finished the sentence for him.
"...An enigma."
Qwarian nodded.
"Exactly. Luna is a pure combat specialist. But — I can't explain it. She doesn't fight like any Beastkin I've ever seen."
He folded his arms.
"For now, I can't accurately rank these people, strength wise. They're all too unpredictable. So for the next four months, avoid them."
He tapped the first five names.
"Especially these. Merlin. Dante. Vespar. Vaygar. Jurian. They may not necessarily be the strongest, but they are unquestionably the most dangerous. Their abilities are simply too unpredictable. If any of them truly decided to kill us—"
He looked around the room.
"—I'm not convinced we could stop them."
Zephir frowned.
"What if they attack us first?"
Qwarian answered immediately.
"That's precisely why I suggested we establish our own faction. So we don't face monsters like these alone."
He looked at every member individually.
"But even then, you should all prepare accordingly. Keep revival charges on you. Two at minimum. Three if possible."
Silence. No one questioned the statement. No explanation was necessary. The implication alone was enough. Against a single opponent, Qwarian believed there existed a genuine possibility that they might have to die — more than once.