Chapter 34: I’ll Take Them All!

The so-called Eye of peep that Yiluo mentioned was actually just a glass ornament she’d spotted while passing by.

She’d bought it simply because Coco liked it.

It wasn’t a magical tool at all, so of course she wasn’t going to give it to Jingze.

After taking back the gold coin, Yiluo instead offered Jingze a deal—

for five silver coins per month, she would purchase all the information of applicants coming to register at the academy, including the current batch.

Although this was a risky arrangement, Yiluo already had leverage in her hands—the “evidence” of Jingze violating enrollment regulations.

And with extra income equivalent to his monthly salary, Jingze quickly agreed.

For her own safety and Coco’s, Yiluo had to be wary of any potential dangers around her.

Having once worked as an agent, she was extremely sensitive to assassination threats.

She believed the Holy Church was fully capable of such actions.

Caledonia Academy covered an area no smaller than a small town.

Its three main divisions were Combat, Military, and Arts & Culture, with over sixty disciplines in total.

In a different world, this level of diversity was downright bizarre, and it further convinced Yiluo that she had come to the right place.

Whether it was the architecture, management philosophy, or variety of studies, everything faintly resembled elements from her previous world.

Compared to the registration office—which closed at five—the payment and testing departments were far less fortunate.

They were clearly in full overtime mode at this hour.

Caledonia Academy had a very clear positioning.

Talented individuals without money could pass tests to enroll at a low cost, or even pay in installments.

Meanwhile, wealthy merchants and nobles who wanted to broaden their horizons could pay large sums to enroll directly, even graduating in as little as three years.

Seeing the long queue at the testing hall and the sparse line of servants at the payment counter, Yiluo directly led Coco into the gilded VIP fast-track enrollment office.

She wasn’t short on money, nor did she enjoy showing off.

Naturally, she had no interest in demonstrating her power in front of a group of second- or third-tier warriors and mages just to receive admiration.

After all, that kind of thrill was far inferior to sipping afternoon tea with a bishop while being wanted across half the continent by the Holy Church.

Sophia was a second-year Combat Academy student majoring in magic.

She had studied at Caledonia Academy for four years and came from a commoner family.

She worked part-time regularly, and thanks to her decent appearance and familiarity with the academy, she had been assigned today to assist in the VIP enrollment hall.

Although she’d been busy all day, the generous pay for VIP enrollment work kept her energized.

She hadn’t even gone to dinner.

At this hour, the VIP hall was quiet.

Of the original five receptionists, only three remained.

When two beautiful silver-haired girls walked in, Sophia immediately straightened up and prepared to greet them with a professional smile.

The academy’s disciplines were extremely diverse, and those who came to the VIP hall usually had status.

Many nobles were interested in fields that looked impressive but had little practical use.

Seeing the two seemingly sheltered and innocent girls, kind-hearted Sophia decided to explain things carefully so they wouldn’t waste money or delay graduation.

“Welcome to Caledonia Academy, dear junior sisters.”

Yiluo didn’t speak.

She simply smiled sweetly at Sophia and handed over the registration form with both hands.

Yiluo’s smile instantly raised Sophia’s impression of her.

After admiring Yiluo’s stunning appearance, Sophia sighed inwardly—

the male students of Caledonia were bound to be stirred up again.

She hoped this innocent-looking junior wouldn’t be deceived by them.

Then she looked down at the form.

Hehe.

Let this senior get to know this junior who was surely going to become famous.

Name: Yiluo.

Age: 14.

Origin: Royal family of the Jialan Empire.

High status indeed—but where exactly was the Jialan Empire?

Why hadn’t she heard of it?

Rank: First-tier, lower-level warrior-mage.

Seeing the listed strength, Sophia felt a twinge of disappointment.

Fourteen years old and only first-tier lower level—

even with dual cultivation, that was rather low.

If she were entering the Combat Academy without VIP access, she wouldn’t even pass the minimum second-tier test.

The Combat Academy had three grades corresponding to ranks:

second–third tier, fourth tier, and fifth tier.

Students could graduate upon reaching fourth tier in the second year and completing all credits, though most chose to advance to the third year instead.

Alright.

Let’s see what major this junior chose.

Maybe she wasn’t here for combat studies at all.

Sophia suddenly felt curious—

like drawing a gacha.

Until she flipped to the second page, she couldn’t know what discipline the girl had chosen.

Most likely etiquette, history, or human magic.

Let’s see.

But when Sophia turned the page, a burst of golden light nearly blinded her.

This wasn’t a 0.6% gold pull—

this was mutation-level luck.

What—?!

Sophia stared at the selected disciplines, mouth agape.

It was completely beyond her expectations.

After checking several times, she forced herself to calm down and said gently,

“Junior Yiluo, it’s wonderful to love learning, but choosing all sixty-seven disciplines isn’t feasible.

Not only will schedules clash, but many fields won’t even be useful.

Take physical fitness training, for example—most who choose it are average students or beastmen building muscle to chase girls.”

Yiluo tilted her head curiously.

“Father sent me to broaden my horizons.

Has no one ever chosen everything like me?”

Sophia smiled in understanding.

“One gold coin per discipline per semester might not be a problem for you, but our academy is special.

To advance grades, you must earn credits and pass exams in every chosen discipline.

Otherwise, you won’t graduate.”

“Our curriculum is heavy.

I suggest choosing one main discipline.

If you insist on breadth, try no more than three to avoid time conflicts.”

Sophia was practically pleading.

A VIP enrollment brought her commission, but she didn’t want to cheat this sweet junior into wasting a semester and dropping out.

Yiluo nodded thoughtfully, then asked,

“Is there really no one like me who chose all disciplines?”

Sophia paused, her expression turning odd.

“There was one senior.

I don’t know whether to call her amazing or foolish.”

Yiluo’s curiosity sparked.

“Why?”

“She enrolled at nine.

Rumor says she passed exams and credits for sixty-five disciplines in one year.”

Yiluo inwardly marveled.

She wasn’t even sure she herself could do that—

and at nine years old.

A terrifying genius.

“But,” Sophia added helplessly,

“that senior got stuck in Holy Church Studies and Physical Training for seven years.

She’s still a first-year.”

“So please choose carefully.

Tell me which discipline you like most—I can revise the form.”

Seeing Yiluo nod attentively, Sophia felt relieved and happy.

“So, Junior Yiluo, what will you choose?”

Yiluo hesitated, then suddenly smiled brightly.

“All disciplines.

Since there was a genius senior before, I want to see if I can surpass her.”

“…What.”

Sophia slapped her forehead.

She’d talked for ages—

only to push the junior further into full enrollment.

“Well… okay.”

She sighed, resigned.

It was the student’s choice, after all.

“Given your selections, you’ll have a premium double room.

I’ll assign you to Whisper Dorm behind the three academies.

Uniforms aren’t mandatory, by the way.

Do you have a preference for student numbers?

Available ones are 696, 1314, 1234, and 1888—these cost extra.”

“Are there other ways to obtain student numbers?”

“Students can trade numbers through combat or currency.

Lower numbers often indicate status or strength.

But don’t worry too much—learning should be the priority.”

Sophia herself, a fourth-tier magic student, bore the number 1327—

a testament to how formidable the academy’s students were.

Yiluo, however, wasn’t interested in their strength.

She was intrigued by the academy selling numbers and encouraging competition.

This twisted marketing idea—

definitely smelled modern.

“Who came up with this numbering system?”

“The founder.

It’s been a tradition since the academy began.”

The founder…

The academy had existed for over three hundred years.

If only the founder were still alive—

Yiluo would have loved to meet them.

Her thoughts raced.

If the founder came from her world, time flow must differ greatly.

Otherwise, such marketing shouldn’t exist three centuries ago.

Of all possibilities, Yiluo hoped for the third.

It meant a higher chance of returning home—

and that the people she longed to see might still exist.

“Junior Yiluo?

Would you like to purchase a special number?” Sophia reminded gently.

Yiluo turned to Coco.

“Coco, which number do you like?”

“I don’t mind, Miss Yiluo.

Anything is fine.”

“Then assign normally.

And please place me and my maid in the same dorm.

She’ll enroll too.”

“No problem.

Go pay next door.

I’ll have uniforms and textbooks delivered—

sixty-seven disciplines is quite a lot.”

When it was Coco’s turn, Sophia felt relieved seeing only cooking, history, and combat selected.

But Coco shyly approached and whispered,

“Senior Sophia…

can I change to all disciplines too?”

…?!

Like master, like servant?

Before Sophia could respond, Yiluo interjected,

“Coco, focus on combat.

Cooking and history are secondary.

Too much at once isn’t good.”

Sophia hurriedly agreed.

“Yes, listen to your master.”

Coco pouted.

“But if Miss Yiluo takes all disciplines,

I can’t stay by her side in class…”

Yiluo gently patted Coco’s head.

“I’m not planning to attend classes anyway.

So it doesn’t matter.

Be good.”

Her touch brushed Coco’s sensitive cat ears, making Coco blush and surrender.

Only Sophia stood there, utterly stunned.

Wait—

Wasn’t Junior Yiluo determined to surpass that legendary senior?

Why did she suddenly have no intention of attending classes?!

Then why enroll at all?!

Is this what royalty is like?!

But…

Her expression back then had been so sincere.

Was it all a lie?

Such a cute junior—lying?

No.

Impossible.

She must be sparing her maid from exhaustion.

Yes.

That’s it.

Junior Yiluo is not only cute—

she’s kind too!

Watching Sophia’s gaze shift through confusion, shock, melancholy, excitement, and finally deep emotion, Yiluo scratched her head.

“Um…

can we go to the dorm now?”

Sophia nodded repeatedly, smiling warmly.

“Of course.

Here’s a map—I’ve marked the route.

If you’re lost, ask a gentle-looking female student.

I’ve marked the cafeteria too.”

“Kind Junior Yiluo,

I wish you a wonderful campus life.”

Yiluo laughed awkwardly, took the map and temporary key card, and left with Coco.

Kind…?

Since when was I kind?

I didn’t know that myself.