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Five youngsters were seen resting under a large tree to escape the scorching sun.

The tree provides ample shade, shielding them from the harsh sun.

The boys were lying on a soft patch of grass while the girls were chatting quietly.

"Aah… So peaceful~ I like it."

Péréz mumbled and the boys nodded in agreement without opening their eyes; enjoying the breeze that passed by them.

Two days had passed since their arrival at the Refugee Camp.

Just like any normal Study Tour, Gizel told them to do some sort of survey of the refugees.

—Rattle —Rattle —Rattle

The clattering sound that spread throughout the surroundings made them glance at the noise.

There, they saw numerous Knights running whilst chanting the Code of Chivalry in the distance.

The boys sat up and their eyes followed the movements of the Knights until they disappeared into a corner.

"As expected of the Imperial Knights, they worked hard."

Ralph chimed in and Péréz responded.

"Yeah, I can see their determination. It's amazing."

After a heated debate that night, Adrian finally succeeded in convincing Nathaniel, Asher, and Fredinand to agree to stay here.

Or more likely, they had given up on his stubbornness.

In exchange, Asher told the Emperor about the situation here and Adrian had no problem with it because he got what he wanted.

Following the matter, Nathaniel instructed Asher to inform the higher-ups and Gizel, since the words of a Knight serving directly under the Emperor were more trustworthy than some brats.

Asher quickly relayed the message to the five Knight Lieutenants—the higher-ups here and Gizel.

Waste no more time, as soon as the sun rose, they immediately trained the Knights in a defensive formation.

To prevent chaos and panic, this information was classified and kept from the public.

When a thought kicked in his head, Péréz exclaimed.

"By the way, I'm curious about our dinner tonight!"

"You're right! Me too! Professor said he will showcase a new product from the Tower made by his team!"contemporary romance

Ralph responded with a hint of excitement and turned to the white-haired boy beside him.

"What do you think about the new product, Ian?"

Adrian shrugged insouciantly.

"Since the Professor is the head of the Tower's Elementalist Division, it seems to have something to do with magic."

The boys nodded their heads.

"You're right."

"I agree."

The Tower's new product never ceased to pique the public's curiosity.

—Clap —Clap —Clap 

They darted at it and a clapping Gizel came into view; marking the end of their break.

Péréz rolled his eyes in boredom and snorted.

"Urg, I can't believe our break just ended. I still want to lay here!"

The wheat-haired boy flung himself back onto the grass.

"You better wake up or you'll regret it."

Ralph reminded him and Péréz sighed heavily.

"Fine."

With that, they approached their homeroom teacher.

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ƥαṇdαs ηθνε| Hour after hour passed, and now the sky had turned pitch black with a few stars visible in the distance.

Inside a private, well-decorated room, three tables stood in the center, covered with a pristine white tablecloth and surrounded by chairs.

Each table was designated for a specific group: the Knight Lieutenants, Gizel's team, and the Academy students.

The atmosphere was lively with the sounds of cutlery clinking and conversations filling the room.

In front of them, a small podium stood.

Soon, a man with striking purple hair and impeccably neat clothes ascended it.

The room gradually fell silent as all eyes turned towards him.

"Good Evening."

Gizel opened the speech, his voice clear and confident. 

The audience responded in unison.

"Good Evening."

After a brief silence, the Professor began again.

"For over five years, my team and I have dedicated ourselves to the development of a weapon that would exceed all expectations."

His piercing yellow eyes scanned the room intently, commanding the attention of everyone present.

"Through extensive research and tireless effort, we have finally succeeded in creating a weapon beyond our wildest dreams. And today—"

The audience erupted into applause, and Gizel waited patiently for the noise to subside before continuing.

"At the behest of His Majesty the Emperor, we are honored to be granted the opportunity to put our creativity to the ultimate test in real battle."

Gizel smiled proudly and resumed.

"With this, I present to you, Elemental Canon."

The claps grew louder and soon a big screen appeared behind Gizel; revealing a battle scene in the sea.

A Naval battle between the Empire Marine vs. the Kearny Kingdom.

"So, it's started, huh?"

Nathaniel murmured and sipped his orange juice as he watched the screen.

Adrian who sat next to him responded.

"It seems the Empire is proud of this so-called 'Elemental Canon', to the point they only sent one fleet?"

One fleet included 50 to 70 Galleons.

The Galleon was a type of long, shallow warship that was powered by a combination of sails and oars.

The Galleon's bow was equipped with a sharpened heavy ram made from metal, which was used to attempt ramming larger warships at high speed. 

The objective was to cripple the enemy's hull or even capsize their ship

The Galleon was a formidable vessel, armed with 30 cannons and crewed by up to 150 marines or archers, in addition to the rowing crews. 

In contrast to the Empire Marine, the Kearny Kingdom had a much larger fleet, consisting of over 200 Galleons. 

Nathaniel snickered and glanced at him.

"It is what it is."

Suddenly the Aeon Vanguard Ship emitted a bright glow and something similar to a light beam fired toward the enemy's warship.

—Boom!

A deafening sound filled the room as the screen shook violently before flickering to white.

After a few seconds, the screen gradually returned to normal and revealed the devastating aftermath.

More than five Kearny Marine Galleons had vanished without a trace, while several other ships had been split in two, and some Galleons were sinking.

"..."

The room went into a dead silence upon witnessing the scene present.

Adrian raised one of his eyebrows in amazement.

'Ho? Interesting.'

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