In the time that followed, after Tuze and the horses had finished resting, the three set out again.
Gloria, with her own status, naturally did not sit with Seleste and Vilan.
Besides, for Gloria, interacting with Seleste was just an equal exchange out of curiosity.
Vilan could only sit awkwardly in the same compartment with Seleste.
Vilan glanced at Seleste, thinking that this guy must feel uncomfortable sitting with another man.
Seleste stared out the window, avoiding looking at Vilan.
Gloria’s carriage traveled nearby, and when she saw Gloria pull open the curtain to reveal her exquisite, elegant face, Vilan felt a bit better.
Gloria noticed Seleste and waved gently in greeting.
She was still in a good mood—Vilan’s blood had left her quite satisfied.
The mere fact that she could smell Vilan’s blood without the slightest aversion toward males was already shocking.
Furthermore, the blood was extraordinarily delicious, the best she had ever tasted.
It even made her subconsciously think it was the essence blood of a Virgin Elf.
Not only that, just a sip could instantly balance her level of Curse and rationality.
Especially her Magic Power inside felt suddenly surging, as if stimulated by something.
Gloria was also extremely curious.
What exactly was this person’s identity, to have such delicious blood?
In the past, since Banshees were a hidden clan and the Queens of the Banshees were fiercely protective, no Vampire had ever tasted Banshee blood.
Naturally, she didn’t even consider that possibility.
“Is this guy… really male?”
“Or perhaps…”
Being able to discern gender and appearance just by the scent of blood was one of Gloria’s unique abilities.
She thought carefully and didn’t believe her ability would go wrong, yet she felt not even the slightest dislike for Vilan, which was telling.
Vilan was definitely not male.
According to Gloria’s deduction, it was highly likely that this was a female Elf with an extremely high bloodline level disguised as a male human.
“That’s it. Most likely, they’re disguising themselves.”
“There are many reasons for disguise. It’s not unheard of for girls to pose as men to avoid enemies before entering Aurora Academy.”
At this moment, Gloria felt like Sherlock Holmes, which improved her mood and led to her waving at Seleste.
Seleste, a cold and languid beauty, leaned sleepily against the window, her long, dark brown hair cascading down and a faint smile on her lips.
Looking at Gloria—one of her girlfriends from her previous life—Seleste’s mood also improved.
“Everything has to start over again.”
She gave a bitter smile.
All the girlfriends she had chased for so long now needed to be won over again…
“But somehow, it doesn’t feel like it did in my past life.”
Seleste’s gaze landed on Gloria.
Although she still felt she was beautiful and likable, that previous heart-fluttering feeling was gone.
***
The carriage traveled without pause, crossing the Fireo Kingdom and arriving at Aurora Academy.
Vilan was nearly driven to embarrassment along the way, since Seleste truly looked at the scenery the entire time and never glanced at him.
But, to be fair, the world’s scenery was indeed beautiful—towering peaks touching the clouds, wildflower-filled plains, Magic Forests shimmering with light…
All of it was eye-opening to Vilan, who had only ever seen such sights in anime.
Upon arriving at Aurora Academy, Vilan witnessed the legendary Magic Academy firsthand.
Countless portals floated in the distant sky, with students and teachers passing through them.
The entire Aurora Academy was shrouded by a massive luminous barrier, around which countless elemental lights orbited like stars, making it look like an unbreakable fortress.
Faintly, one could see tall buildings and spires within, all grand and dignified.
A Crystal Bridge stretched ahead, leading into the Academy.
Vilan walked to the Crystal Bridge and got out of the carriage with Seleste.
There were already a few people at the bridge, conversing with Academy Knights.
Suddenly, Vilan remembered: to enter the Academy, one needed either talent or a Letter of Introduction.
The Letter from his mother was likely such a document.
However, what annoyed him most was that after entering, there was a trial—although he had to participate, he doubted any trial weak enough for the original him to pass would pose a challenge.
“Wait, no.”
Vilan seemed to recall something.
When controlling Seleste in the game, he remembered something about a Remnant inside the trial, which Gloria opened.
The original body was supposed to be eliminated by a group of students in the Remnant, but then suddenly burst out with power, defeating everyone.
Vilan vaguely sensed he should have some opportunity, but in the game, the original only erupted that one time, then became a weakling upon enrollment.
Regardless of whether he had any chances, Vilan knew Seleste was about to hit the jackpot.
This Remnant was not of the Blood God; it was only through Gloria that it was activated, since the Blood God was one of the murderers who slew the Primordial God.
The Remnant originated from ancient times.
This unknown Primordial God had three children—two became Kings of Men, and the third became the later Blood God.
One day, due to various reasons, the Primordial God was wounded.
The Blood God sought to take the father’s place and committed patricide.
The Remnant was activated purely by the rage of the Primordial God.
Seleste also gained a cheat within this Remnant, directly awakening Authority under the stimulation of the Primordial God, obtaining the minimum requirement for divinity.
Vilan’s experience was a straight six.
This was the very definition of a protagonist—gaining Authority-level power upon entering.
He recalled how satisfying the game was, but now, as he was no longer the player, he couldn’t enjoy it at all.
Vilan felt a bit resentful yet helpless.
Although they hadn’t spoken during the journey, Vilan felt their relationship wasn’t bad, at least not hostile.
He figured that as long as he didn’t act as a villain, he wouldn’t become enemies with the heroine.
Yes.
Vilan stepped forward, preparing to enter the Academy.
Behind him, Seleste began giving instructions to Tuze.
“Tuze, I’m going to the Academy now. Eldest sister probably can’t make a move against me anymore. You’re one of the few people I trust.”
As she spoke, Seleste handed Tuze a note.
“On it, I’ve written not only the names of my loyal friends, but also the locations of high-quality Magic Crystals. You can contact them, arrange for people to mine the crystals, then sell them. One quarter of the money goes to me, another quarter for you to use, and the remaining half is to be kept for operations…”
Clearly, Seleste had already made financial plans for the future.
If Vilan saw this, his eyes would be wide with shock—Seleste was famously poor at the beginning, relying entirely on seducing other heroines and donations.
However, at this moment, Vilan had already taken out his Letter of Introduction and handed it to the Academy Knight, missing the entire scene.
Gloria followed behind him.