Looking at the towering pile of textbooks in front of him, Charles slumped onto the desk, his expression one of pure despair.

It turns out that being in the class with the best resources translated to being buried under textbooks thicker than bricks.

He had naively assumed that schools in this extraordinary world wouldn’t rely on textbooks, especially for students training to master their supernatural powers. Yet here he was, surrounded by stacks of material he needed to study and memorize. The universal characters in this world looked like ghostly scribbles to him, and writing them felt like a cruel, otherworldly punishment.

Even in a world of magic and wonder, Charles could not escape the bane of exams.

The academy’s elite class operated under a unique system: one-on-one tutelage from specialized mentors, ensuring that the advanced techniques of the blue-blood families remained a closely guarded secret. Each of the six major noble families had an agreement with Violet Academy to send family members to teach their children, safeguarding their combat skills and mystical abilities from outsiders.

Charles glanced at the note Rebecca had handed him that morning. Written on it was the name of his assigned tutor: Grant Hill.

The name puzzled him. As far as he knew, there wasn’t anyone in the West family with that name. Charles had never heard of a brother or cousin named Grant. Moreover, this person’s surname wasn’t even West!

"Is this another prank from Okogie or Freya?" Charles muttered, frowning. But this time, his suspicions were misplaced. The real culprit behind this arrangement was someone far more elusive—his mysterious father-in-law, whom he had never met.

Adding to his frustrations, Charles had recently been gathering information about his family members at Violet Academy, only to discover that their situations were less than ideal.

Fiona, his younger sister, had transferred schools for reasons unknown—even their father seemed unaware of the details.

Okogie, his eldest brother, was struggling due to his lackluster talent and had taken to mingling with a dubious crowd, including a woman from the enigmatic Turing family.

Freya, on the other hand, was occupied with her upcoming graduation and the prestigious Green Grass Trial. She had no time to meddle in Charles’ affairs.

This realization brought Charles a rare moment of peace. At least, for now, he wouldn’t have to fend off any sibling schemes.

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With a heavy sigh, he pulled out a ten-centimeter-thick book titled The Autobiography of Sean Turing.

Staring at the exaggerated portrait of an elderly man grinning with oversized teeth on the cover, Charles couldn’t help but mutter, “This old man must be the patron saint of narcissism.”

As he flipped through the book’s dense pages, an overwhelming drowsiness crept in. He barely made it to the third chapter before succumbing to the book’s legendary power: the Great Sleep Technique.

Charles drifted into a vivid dream. In it, he sat on a grand throne, his subjects bowing before him in reverence. Adorned in regal attire, he basked in the glory of absolute authority.

“Ring, ring, ring!”

The classroom bell jolted him awake.

Blinking groggily, Charles wiped the drool from the table and glanced around nervously. Had the teacher noticed his impromptu nap? Surely not—otherwise, he would’ve been reprimanded by now.

Just as he was reassuring himself, a peculiar sight caught his eye. His deskmate—a silver-haired girl—was fast asleep, her face nestled in her arms.

A small trail of saliva trickled from her mouth onto her pristine white sleeves. Charles couldn’t help but find the sight both amusing and oddly endearing.

Curious, he leaned closer, catching a faint whiff of her natural scent. “It doesn’t smell bad,” he muttered to himself, half in disbelief.

Summoning his courage, he gently poked her shoulder. The girl stirred, her silver locks swaying slightly as she groggily sat up, her eyes still clouded with sleep.

“Classmate… the bell rang. Could you let me out?” Charles said, trying to keep his tone polite.

The girl nodded drowsily and shuffled out of her seat.

Charles, however, couldn’t let the mystery rest. Who was this silver-haired girl? Her face was oddly familiar, yet he couldn’t quite place her.

Determined to uncover her identity, he sought out Adele after class.

When he described the girl, Adele’s reaction was one of shock. “You don’t recognize her? That’s Princess Vivienne!”

The revelation left Charles speechless. Princess Vivienne was the same girl who had forfeited their match earlier. Now he understood why her face had seemed so familiar—he had seen her before at a formal banquet.

But Adele wasn’t done. “By the way,” she added, “have you met Gilensel yet? She’s another northern princess in our class.”

Charles frowned, his mind racing. The Gilensel family had three representatives this year, but none of them matched the description of his fiancée.

He sighed in disappointment. “Looks like my fiancée hasn’t arrived at Violet Academy yet.”

“Well, you’ll have plenty of time to meet her,” Adele reassured him. “But be careful. Isa Wilton might cause trouble for you.”

Charles raised an eyebrow. Issa Wilton was his brother’s current fiancée, a woman he had no personal connection with. Why would she target him?

“She’s furious with your family,” Adele explained. “Your brother has been ignoring her ever since he started chasing after Tina Turing. Issa feels betrayed and is looking for someone to blame. You’re an easy target.”

Charles’s expression darkened. Issa’s actions were petty, but he wasn’t one to back down from a challenge.

“Don’t worry,” Adele said with a confident smile. “Miller, Amen, and I have your back. Just be careful tomorrow.”

Charles nodded, grateful for her support. As he walked back to his dormitory, a cold determination settled in his heart.

If Issa Wilton wanted to pick a fight, she’d find herself facing someone far more formidable than she had anticipated.

And speaking of allies, Charles realized there was one more person at the academy he needed to see—an old acquaintance who might just tip the scales in his favor.