Everyone followed the same procedure on the first day. They were received at the gates, taken to the administrative building, and handed their uniforms to get changed.
In the academy, they were supposed to only wear uniforms. They could wear what they liked in the dorms. Honesty, Aaran wasn’t a fan of the color. As a person whose wardrobe consisted of only black clothing, wearing anything else felt wrong.
But he had no choice and worse, the blue blazer over the white shirt and ivory tie. The uniform looked more like a suit than a uniform, which wasn’t strange considering every student was an elite, the best among the best.
However, that wasn’t all.
Aaran could feel mana emanating from the clothes. These were reinforced clothes, the Marki’s latest invention. Although light, they were as sturdy as steel plates, acting like armor. As for the mana, it was contributed from Runedral’s side.
Despite their differences, Aaran couldn’t help but admire the Markis. They lacked the magicians of the Runedral empire and yet stood against them on equal footing. Such strange, yet useful inventions played an important role in that.
After getting dressed, they were then ushered into the training hall. There, the boys and girls of the academy met each other for the first time. There was attraction from both sides, but all that was quickly dealt with when they were instructed to separate.
Aaran couldn’t help but chuckle at the boys’ downcast faces. The freshmen were taken to their seats. The auditorium was full of students.
There were around a thousand freshmen and then another thousand that were composed of all the seniors. The disparity in numbers was real and there was a reason for it.
Each year, only half the students would progress to the next year, with a few exceptions. It wasn’t because of the students’ lack of talent. That was just how the academy worked. It only wanted the best of the best.
However, those who failed didn’t feel sorry for themselves. Just getting into the academy opened many doors for them, and passing each year only created more opportunities.
Even the ones who got expelled weren’t completely out of luck. They felt disappointed, but life didn’t stop there. The connections they made at the academy were valuable too, giving them chances they wouldn’t have had otherwise.
Humans aren’t the only ones here.
Unlike other academies, even Demi-humans were allowed in Medibi, as long as they were talented enough. Half-elves, Half-giants, and countless other halflings sat alongside humans.
Aaran found it strange, as from what he remembered, humans had despised halflings. So much so, that they refused to ally with them during hell’s invasion. They were willing to die but did not work alongside them.
Aaran had tried countless times to change things in his previous lives but failed. That’s why, after the first seven incarnations, he didn’t waste time changing humanity’s stance on the matter. It seemed fate intervened when Aaran gave up.
Other than that, Aaran remembered some familiar faces from his past lives. Some of them had been his enemies, others were allies. They all shared a similarity.
They are exceptional.
There was Carmi Tepes, Queen of vampires by night, a third-generation virtue by day. Of course, no one knew that, yet.
Then there was Sikander Singh, a dumbass, through and through, hailed from the Indus Empire. A master of swords, he once fought two demon generals simultaneously and won, losing one leg.
One figure stuck out in the crowd. A sleeping beauty, Mirka Iranova. While other students cared for their perfect appearance, Mirka only cared about her sleep. So much so that once she stopped fighting the black dragon midway to sleep.
Aaran smiled, remembering such fond memories. He hoped they would get along in this life and maybe, actually, prevent the invasion from getting out of hand.
Before Aaran could think more about his past comrades, a voice boomed over the auditorium, and everyone’s eyes turned to the stage.
A blonde man in his late thirties took the stage. He bore a lightning scar on his forehead and a pair of rimless glasses.
Strangely, people were cheering the man on, but Aaran had no clue who he was. He had never seen such a man before in all his lives combined.
It was possible since even a hundred lifetimes weren’t enough to know everyone on the planet. However, it had to be someone influential to be representing the world’s best academy.
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"Have you been living under a stone?" the boy asked, shooting a strange glace. "He’d the greatest mage to have ever walked the planet and the vice-headmaster of the Academy."
Aaran raised an eyebrow. The greatest mage? If he was one, then there was no way he wouldn’t know him. Either the person had fooled the entire planet, which was unlikely, or was a product of the gods’ mischief.
Either that, or he isn’t who everyone thinks.
He took a mental note of his name, Victor von Francia, planning to do some digging later.
"Welcome to Medibi Academy," Victor spoke sternly, as if he was hating on them, rather than welcoming them. "You’ll excel in this place if the thing above your shoulders isn’t for decoration. If not, you’re better off leaving while the ships are docked."
Everyone was stunned into silence by Victor’s words. He was just like that. Stern and to the point. For people who had been pampered their entire lives, this was a sudden and unexpected change.
"The assistant professors would call you by name. You’ll be sorted into houses at our discretion. Once assigned, the houses can’t be changed, so don’t even think about asking."
Victor continued, "As for the names I call, you’ll be assigned special roles in the academy. These students had their results withheld for this purpose."
Aaran’s ears immediately perked up.
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Victor took out a small list and began calling names.
"Carmi Tepes."
She got up and walked to the stage.
"Mirka Iranova."
She, too, yawned and walked to the stage. And then, the last name was announced.
"Aaran Runedral."
The students stared as he got up. While the Marki empire had sent some people to the academy, all of them were far from the throne, unlike Aaran, who was the next in line to inherit the Empire.
As for the boy next to Aaran, he wanted nothing more than to dig a hole and hide under a stone.