The grandeur of the Royal Academy loomed before Ralph like a stage waiting for its main act. Duke and his brother bid them farewell at the entrance, leaving Ralph ready to set the tone for his royal academy debut.

Ralph: (looking around) Well, well, first day. Look at this fancy place. Someone decided to level up in architecture.

Cedric chuckled, amused by Ralph's nonchalant demeanor.

Cedric: You seem surprisingly chill for someone about to enter the Royal Academy.

Ralph: Chill? Nah, just embracing the chaos. Plus, it's like leveling up in the game of life, right?

As they neared the entrance, a group of nobles shot curious glances at Ralph.

Noble 1: Who's this?

Noble 2: Probably some lost commoner.

Ralph, grinning: Lost? Nah, I've got a GPS in my brain, pal. Just here for the party.

Cedric couldn't help but roll his eyes at Ralph's antics.

Cedric: You do realize this isn't a party, right? It's the Royal Academy.

Ralph: Party, academy, same difference. As long as there's action and a chance to level up, count me in......

The hall for freshmen orientation was a mix of nobility, glittering chandeliers, and enough prestige to make a peacock feel underdressed. Ralph swaggered into the room like he owned the place, giving the impression that the hall's grandeur had just met its match.

Ralph: (leaning back in his chair) Well, well, looks like the circus is in town. Time for the grand show.

Cedric shot him a glance, but Ralph just grinned in response.

As they settled into their seats, Isabella, Cedric's fiancée, joined them. Ralph gave her a once-over and flashed a theatrical smile.

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Ralph: (winking) Isabella, right? I must say, Cedric here hit the jackpot.

Isabella blushed, and Cedric rolled his eyes, accustomed to Ralph's shameless charm.

The grand entrance of Maximilian Relius and Seraphina Relia prompted a wave of aristocratic greetings. Ralph raised an eyebrow.

Ralph: (loud enough for everyone to hear) High and mighty people alert! Time to put on our noble faces.

Amidst the sea of greetings, the royal siblings made their entrance. Heads bowed, and even Ralph couldn't resist a nod of acknowledgment. The royal guards flanking them added an extra layer of pomp and circumstance.

Then, like a final act in the royal drama, Principal Reginald Sterling, the once-greatest swordsman of the empire, strolled in. Ralph leaned over to Cedric.

Ralph: (whispering) A swordsman turned principal? Classic career change.

Cedric shook his head, torn between amusement and exasperation.

Principal Sterling had a few words for the freshmen, a mix of sage advice and academic formalities.

Grand show ended.

The trio set off to their dormitory, each with their own expectations and surprises awaiting. The engaged couple, Cedric and Isabella, were destined for a luxurious dorm, as befitting their noble status. Ralph, however, had a trump card up his sleeve – a connection to Cedric's influential father, Duke Corsus.

Ralph: (grinning) Guess what, folks? Thanks to my dear friend Cedric's dad, I've got myself a ticket to the fancy dorm .

As they approached the dormitory, Cedric shot Ralph a look of disbelief.

Cedric: You're telling me my father secured you a nice dorm?

Ralph: (nodding) Oh, the perks of being in the inner circle. Now, let's see if it comes with a personal butler.

The engaged couple shared a glance, realizing that their cozy dorm arrangements might not be as exclusive as they thought.

Cedric: Well, Isabella and I will be in the same dorm. At least that's something.

Ralph: (winking) Ah, young love. How heartwarming.

They entered the dormitory, and as the engaged couple headed to their love nest, Ralph marveled at the absurdity of the situation.

Ralph: (muttering to himself) Royal Academy – where noble children come not just for education but for a honeymoon. What a joke.

He couldn't help but wonder about his own hypothetical love life.

Ralph: (smirking) If I had a love, I wonder what I would do. Probably request a dorm next to the snack bar.

Ralph's dorm turned out to be surprisingly comfortable, reminiscent of his home room. As he settled in, the irony of the situation wasn't lost on him – a noble academy that sometimes felt more like a matchmaking service than a place of study.

Ralph: (sighing) Ah, the joys of academia. I hope the textbooks come with relationship advice.

And so, the Royal Academy continued to unfold its eccentricities, one dorm room at a time.

Suddenly, I thought about the incident from last night. While contemplating, I was cutting an apple, but my hand accidentally got cut. However, something extreme caught my attention.

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