On this matter, Korla had a different opinion: “Oh? I personally think that Olivia is no ordinary character either.”
Ya’angluona looked over in confusion, not quite grasping the meaning behind Korla’s words. However, Ya’angluona wasn’t the type to dwell on things he didn’t understand. Since it wasn’t clear, he simply brushed it aside—after all, it wasn’t anything important.
Whether it was Ostianlo or Olivia, Ya’angluona didn’t think he’d have any involvement with those two brothers. Their father, the infamous Duke, was far from a decent man, and Ya’angluona had no intention of getting entangled with him.
Setting the matter aside, Ya’angluona cheerfully suggested, “Since we’ll be roommates for the next few years, why don’t we take the time to introduce ourselves properly and get to know each other?”
The other three nodded indifferently—none of them felt their identities were worth hiding. It was decided that introductions would proceed in the order they had arrived at the dorm. First up was Ya’angluona.
Ya’angluona Beixiu’en, a fire-attribute swordsman, was also the son of a duke. The Beixiu’en family was a long-standing, albeit lesser-known, aristocratic house in the Lumian Empire.
The Beixiu’en family’s obscurity wasn’t due to being small, producing disgraceful heirs, or lacking leadership. Rather, it was because every single member of this well-established family was, without exception, a hopeless romantic.
Unlike other powerful figures who flitted from one lover to another, the Beixiu’ens believed in lifelong devotion. Until they found their destined partner, they remained chaste and unwavering.
Take Ya’angluona, for example. Despite his playboy demeanor and penchant for admiring beautiful men and women, he was, in reality, a lonely bachelor who merely appreciated aesthetics without ever crossing any lines. Truly, a model Beixiu’en.
This “one love for life” philosophy meant the family prioritized quality over quantity. Despite their high status, their numbers were always small—so much so that even some third-rate families outnumbered them.
Yet, the Beixiu’en family never produced troublemakers. Even their idle second-generation heirs avoided scandal or unlawful behavior. As a result, despite their small size, the family thrived, growing stronger with each generation.
Their low profile was a deliberate choice—not out of weakness, but simply because they preferred to avoid unnecessary trouble.
As for why Ya’angluona ended up in this mid-tier dorm? It was purely to accompany his “brother” in shared hardship.
Yes, that “brother” was none other than Korla.
Korla Anweiyase, publicly known as a light-attribute mage, was actually a dual-wielder of light and thunder magic—though fewer than five people knew this.
No one knew Korla’s birth parents. He was the adopted son of the First Cardinal and the Pope of the Holy Light Church.
Ah, yes—the Holy Light Church, the most prominent faith in the diverse religious landscape of the Lusalmon Continent, where the First Cardinal and the Pope were not only a couple but also both men.
Ahem, back to Korla.
As the adopted son of these two and the famed “Holy Son” of the church, Korla had been a prodigy since childhood. His public image was one of benevolence and grace, as if he were the mortal incarnation of the Light God—the epitome of an unattainable role model.
Brilliant, kind-hearted, virtuous… Ya’angluona would like to formally register his disgust.
Ya’angluona: *Oh please, Korla—a saint? More like a scheming, ruthless, shameless demon! I’ve never met anyone more terrifying in my life!*
To outsiders, Korla was the walking embodiment of divine virtue. The reality? Well… distance preserves illusions. Keep your idols at arm’s length, lest their true nature shatter your dreams.
Why was Korla here? The story began during dorm selection.
A lover of luxury, Korla had originally aimed for Lumian Academy’s finest villa dorm. But during a casual chat with his adoptive father (the First Cardinal), he exposed a few secrets the Cardinal had hoped to hide from his beloved. Enraged, the Cardinal banished him to this mid-tier dorm.
(Originally, it was to be the lowest-tier dorm for “character-building,” but… complications arose, and here he was.)
Thus, Ya’angluona, as Korla’s fellow student and friend, joined him in solidarity.
In short: two high-profile heirs, exiled over one man’s wounded pride (Korla’s words).
Next was Davist. Under the trio’s expectant gazes, Davist maintained his composure—though his slightly reddened ears betrayed his nervousness.
Adorably so, to Korla, who desperately wanted to pull him into a hug.
Compared to the first two, Davist’s background was simple: abandoned at birth, he was adopted and raised by Anxiula Androsse, who named him Davist.
Davist: “I don’t know my birth parents, but I’m grateful. I’ve been blessed with wonderful neighbors, friends, and especially Anxiula, the kindest guardian…”
Though Anxiula refused to be called “father,” Davist saw him as family.
Watching Davist’s sweet smile, Korla felt an arrow strike his heart. Outwardly calm, inwardly, he was already scheming his “Davist Domestication Plan.”
Lastly, Siaos.
Siaos Eipslin, a feline beastman.
Among beastmen, cat tribes were small but agile, clever, and skilled artisans. Their delicate crafts were prized by noblewomen, ensuring prosperity. Siaos was one such cherished kitten.
His parents were respected in their clan—his father a skilled hunter and cook, his mother a master craftswoman. Thus, Siaos grew up doted upon, a pampered little prince.
Siaos waved. “Come visit sometime! My dad’s cooking is amazing—I’ll treat you all!”
At the mention of food, Ya’angluona’s eyes lit up.
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Meanwhile, Olivia had just warmed up to his roommates when his elder brother Ostianlo summoned him with a disdainful sneer.
Olivia bit his lip, casting a pitiful glance at his offended roommates—his delicate beauty amplifying their sympathy.
Roommates: *With a brother like that, poor Olivia…*
Once outside, Olivia’s meekness vanished. A smirk flickered across his lips.
*That fool of a brother… such a useful pawn.*
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