The Varona Royal Academy was a legendary institution in the Kingdom Of Gavaria.

Everybody knew about the Academy.

Darell and his friends had always heard about the exciting tales of the Academy.

Tales of its grandeur and exclusivity had intrigued them for years, but until now, they had never dared to venture within its hallowed halls.

As they roamed around the institution, they couldn't help but feel a sense of awe wash over them.

The Academy's lofty reputation was not unfounded - every inch of the building oozed sophistication and luxury.

Despite the crowds of people bustling around them, Darell and his friends felt a sense of exclusivity, knowing that only a select few could truly experience the wonders of this prestigious institution.

While they were exploring the Academy, an unexpected thing happened.

Suddenly, Eric's cousin, Abel Falter appeared before them.

He sneered at Darell and his friends.

He looked around and thought, 'There are so many people around! Now's my chance to show these lowly trash their place!'

"Who let filthy peasants here? This academy is reserved for only those who can afford it.", Abel crossed his arms and deliberately shouted, causing people at look at Darell and his friends.

He looked at the surrounding people's disgusted facial expressions at Darell and his friends and thought, 'Yes! Feel the humiliation! You deserve this! You lowly fuckers!'

Eric rolled his eyes and sighed.

He knew what kind of person Abel was.

But, he didn't how this piece of shit got enrolled in the Academy.

He whispered in Darell's ear, "How did this fucking idiot get here?"

Darell simply shrugged and replied, "I don't know. Money or connections, maybe."

Darell looked at Abel and thought, 'And here I thought my life at the academy would be great. Since this piece of shit is here, it is bound to be problematic.'

Abel was the son of a viscount, just like Eric's father.

But unlike Eric, he was a bitter and envious young man who looked down on anyone he deemed unworthy of his status.

He had long harbored a secret infatuation with Ariel, Eric's girlfriend.

He was enraged when he found out that Eric was planning to propose to her.

He had even contemplated kidnapping Ariel, but he quickly abandoned the idea when he realized that she was close friends with the daughter of the Duke of Zukvar - a powerful noble that Abel could ill afford to anger.

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Also, he was a cripple.

A literal cripple.

In this world, a cripple person is one who doesn't have any mana in their body.

They are unable to learn spells and perform skills.

They are looked down by everybody, even the commoners.

But, Abel was different.

Even though he was a cripple, he had his wit and excellent communication skills.

Using those, he wielded great influence among the children of lower nobility.

He used these connections to belittle those he deemed inferior.

He believed only those of the highest noble families were entitled to speak and act with pride.

Anybody else should quietly act as their servants.

That was their utmost duty.

But Darell and his friends were not so easily cowed by Abel's entitled braggadocio.

They knew him for the spiteful, small-minded bully that he was, and refused to be intimidated by his empty threats and insults.

With a subtle roll of his eyes, Darell signaled to his friends that they should move on.

Abel saw them ignoring him and he thought, 'What? No! Talk back to me! You fucker! You dare to ignore me?!'

So, he angrily shouted at them, "How dare you ignore me?! I order you to stop!"

He was convinced that his social status as a higher noble meant that Darell would obey his every command without question.

He was used to getting whatever he wanted, and he couldn't understand why these peasants were treating him like this.

Suddenly, he felt a chill run down his spine when he saw Darell teleported right in front of him.

He was shocked.

Shocked because Darell had a look of pure disdain.

"You have no right to order us around," Darell said coldly. "This is not your house, and you will not behave as if you own it."

Abel struggled to keep his composure as he faced Darell's anger.

Nonetheless, he clenched his fists and sneered, "What can you do when I tell my senior brothers about you and order them to kill you?"

Darell laughed in his face and said, "You think I'm scared of you or your senior brothers? You are nothing but a dog, Abel, and you will always be one. You can try to threaten us, but we are not afraid of you."

Abel's smirk faltered as Darell walked away, leaving him standing there alone.

He couldn't believe that Darell had humiliated him like this in front of everybody.

He clenched his fists and muttered to himself, "I'll get you back, Darell. Just wait and see."

As the hours passed, night approached which led to Darell and his friends to sit in the academy's dining hall.

They joked and chatted while eating.

But, Darell attention was suddenly captured by a girl across the room.

Her long silver hair flowed down her back in silky waves, and her sea-green eyes seemed to hold a deep concern as she gazed out at the bustling room.

Her unblemished skin was a stark contrast to the warm glow of the candlelight, and her expression was cold and aloof, yet there was a hint of something else there - a hidden concern perhaps.

Darell couldn't help but stare at her, fascinated by her beauty and mysterious aura.

Everyone at the table noticed Darell's fixation on the girl.

Suddenly, Emma's scowl interrupted Darell's trance as she kicked him hard under the table.

"Ouch!", Darell snapped back to reality as he massaged his leg and looked at Emma with an awkward smile.

Emma's wicked smile replaced her scowl as she teased, "You're so shameless, staring at a girl when I'm sitting right in front of you. I should expect this behavior after marriage too, right?"

The atmosphere grew tense as everyone stopped eating and stared at Darell.

He sighed and tried to explain, "I'm sorry, but I wasn't lusting after her. I was intrigued that such a beautiful girl is in our kingdom, and yet no one seems to approach her."

When they heard, they glanced at her.

Indeed, a girl as stunning as she should have suitors and friends flocking to her, yet she sat alone.

Darell asked Emma, "Do you know anything about the mysterious beauty over there? Perhaps, she is a newcomer to the kingdom?"

Emma glanced at her and shook her head in response, "No, I haven't seen her before."

The mysterious girl noticed the stares and she frowned.

She picked up her meal and walked toward another table far way from Darell and his friends.

The group realized that their gaze had made her uncomfortable and they shifted their attention back to their meal.

The group resumed their conversations about trivial matters, but Darell's mind was still preoccupied with the mysterious girl.

He couldn't shake off the strange feeling he had when he gazed into her sea-green eyes.

It was as if there was something familiar behind her cold, aloof demeanor.

He wanted to know more about it, but he didn't want to pry into her secrets without her consent.

So, he pushed the thoughts out of his mind and focused on his food and his companions.

They talked about trivial matters, and Darell participated in the conversation.

When they finished their meal, Instructor Walter entered the hall, smiling warmly.

He gestured for the students to quiet down, then cleared his throat to begin his speech.

"Congratulations to every one of you for passing the admission test and gaining entry to the most prestigious academy in the kingdom," he said, his voice echoing throughout the hall, "Tomorrow, your classes will commence. Magic classes will be held in the morning and afternoon, followed by combat classes in the evening. I implore you to work hard and train rigorously, as your efforts may yield unexpected benefits."

He paused, his gaze sweeping across the students, "But remember, the rules set forth by the authorities must be obeyed at all times. Now, I wish you all a wonderful time here at the academy. Good luck!"

Instructor Walter then turned to Darell and motioned for him to follow.

Darell got up from his seat and followed Walter.

Outside the hall, Walter stopped and turned to Darell.

With an apologetic expression on his face, he said, "I am sorry, Darell, but we have no instructors or individuals with your unique ability in the kingdom. You will have to train and learn spells on your own. However, we will provide you with access to our library's information on the subject."

Darell sighed but remained grateful for the early notice.

"Thank you, sir!", he replied.

With that, Instructor Walter departed, leaving Darell to rejoin his group and retire to the dorms.