After finishing the conversation in the restaurant, Ophelia took Bexia to a magnificent hotel and let him stay there temporarily before leaving again.

At this moment, Ophelia had just returned to the palace and ran into her brother, Kelvi, who was leaning against a corner of the palace wall, seemingly waiting for her arrival.

"My foolish sister, I can't believe you're so concerned about a lowly commoner," Kelvi sneered. This matter had ignited the anger of their father, King Sel-Asman, which was something he was very happy to see.

"My affairs don't concern you," Ophelia replied, her expression relaxing. She looked at her half-brother, growing more and more repulsed. Even though she had previously expressed disinterest in the throne, he still viewed her as an enemy.

Perhaps this was the unique tragedy of the royal family.

It would be better if he could be like Bexia, then she wouldn't have to worry about these boring things, Ophelia thought to herself.

"Is that so? Giving treasures from the treasury to a commoner, how can I, as a prince, not be concerned?" Kelvi retorted with a cold gaze.

"At least you're not the ruler of the kingdom, not even the first heir," Ophelia coldly replied. This was also the main reason why Kelvi harbored animosity towards her. Ophelia was the designated first heir by their grandfather, the previous king.

"Hmph!" Kelvi scoffed, his expression filled with hatred. He cast one last cold glance at Ophelia before turning and walking back into the palace, leaving her with a chilling warning: "My dear sister, be careful. Don't die outside due to bad luck, or you won't even have the chance to be buried!"

The next morning, Ophelia came to pick up Bexia as planned. She still remembered Kelvi's words from the previous night, causing her to be unable to sleep all night, her brows furrowed.

"Ophelia, sister!" Bexia softly called out to Ophelia, seeing her lost in thought.

"Huh?" Ophelia was momentarily startled, then turned to smile at Bexia. She didn't know why, but when she faced Bexia, she always felt a sense of calm, momentarily forgetting all the scheming and conflicts.

"Is something bothering you, Ophelia?" Bexia asked.

"Nothing!" Ophelia shook her head. Even if she spoke about her troubles, Bexia wouldn't be able to help her. So it was best if she kept this worry to herself.

"Oh! If you have any worries, Ophelia, although I might not be able to give you good advice, Sister Rucksia once told me that speaking about certain things can make you feel better. Don't keep them all in your heart," Bexia said. He wasn't stupid. If Ophelia didn't want to talk, he wouldn't press further. Everyone had their own worries and secrets, and it was their right to speak or not.

"Alright... Today, I promised to take you to the academy. Let's go!""I... I didn't mean to."

When Bexia realized what happened, he immediately took a few steps back and hurriedly explained that his rude behavior was not intentional.

"Be more careful next time."

Ophelia's face turned slightly red. It was the first time she had encountered such a situation in her life, but she didn't blame Bexia. It was just an accident. Besides, she didn't see Bexia as a stranger, and much more outrageous things had happened when she was injured earlier. There was no need to be angry about this.

Besides, she couldn't get angry with Bexia. After all, as the old beggar and "cellmate" said, his appearance was really likable.

"What were you thinking just now? You seemed so lost in thought."

Ophelia redirected the conversation back to what happened earlier, easing the awkward atmosphere.

"Can I really enter the Royal Academy of Magic?"

Bexia didn't think he would meet the strict requirements of the Asman Royal Academy of Magic to become a student there.

"It depends on your own efforts!"

Ophelia turned around and continued walking, and Bexia quickly followed.

"The enrollment process in the academy is different from other places. The new students who just entered are called 'junior students' here. Although they are considered students in the academy, they don't receive the same treatment as regular students. They don't study with mentors, but are led by third-year students who are about to graduate."

"After the third-year students graduate, all junior students compete through battles. The top one hundred students directly enter the second year of the academy, which is when they officially become a part of the Asman Academy."

"Doesn't that mean there will only be a few hundred students in the entire academy? Isn't that too few?"

"It's not just this one way of enrollment. What I mentioned earlier is for people who don't meet the strict criteria. If you can reach the lower magical rank before the age of eighteen, you can enroll yourself as a first-year student."

"In addition, nobles with a rank of Baron or higher can also enroll directly. This is a special privilege for those high-ranking nobles."

Ophelia seemed afraid that Bexia would misunderstand something, so she added, "I got in purely based on my own talent. I already reached the lower magical rank when I was fifteen!"

"What happens if I don't make it to the top one hundred?" Bexia asked.

"Naturally, you will be expelled. What else can happen?" Ophelia looked at him with a touch of impatience, and continued, "How can you lack even this bit of confidence? Do you know who is guiding you?"

"Who...?" Bexia looked at the smile on Ophelia's face and suddenly remembered what she had just said, "I already reached the lower magical rank when I was fifteen!"

This meant that Ophelia, who was now seventeen, was a third-year student.

"Don't embarrass me!" Ophelia playfully pinched Bexia's face.

"I expect more than just being in the top one hundred. I want you to be at least in the top twelve. So in the coming year, I will train you well. Don't expect an easy time!"

"Why top twelve?"

"Because the top twelve can enter the Ace Class of the Asman Academy. I believe you can do it..."

"Oh..."

Bexia nodded. For the first time in his life, he felt a thing called pressure.