Arthur: This is a Sure Win

Ansu was the first to exit the examination hall.

It was still early morning outside. The warm winter sun bathed the dome of the Order Holy See in light, casting faint green shadows from the trees in the courtyard.

The corridor was empty.

It seemed he was the first candidate to finish.

But once Ansu left the corridor, descended three floors, and passed the security line, he was surrounded by a throng of people with cameras and microphones, packed in three layers deep.

Most of them held notepads, pencils tucked behind their ears, wearing white hats and carrying briefcases. Their colorful, varied clothing was emblazoned with various "newspaper" logos. Seeing the first candidate emerge, they all displayed the expression of sharks smelling blood.

They were mostly reporters, with a few education experts mixed in.

For the residents of Farol, the annual Saint Trial was a major event.

And Ansu, being the first candidate out, naturally excited them.

"Excuse me, what was the last question?"

This was the question the journalism students were most eager to know.

Ansu looked at the questioner, whose shirt bore the large characters "Capital Morning Post."

The last question of the Radiant Holy See's examination, due to its notorious abstractness and randomness, had always been the biggest topic of national interest. Many casinos even took bets on what the last question would be. Every year, education experts from across the country focused on the scope of the final question.

After all, these questions were personally set by the Holy See's Bishops.

By analyzing the focus of the last question, they could guess the Holy See's future examination directions, intentions, and perspectives. Education experts made a living writing these analyses.

And if their predictions failed?

It didn't matter; they had already swindled the money from the fools.

Facing the question, Ansu pondered for a moment, recalling what Miss Enya had said earlier.

He found it quite amusing.

"I've forgotten some of the specific details of the question," Ansu said, scratching his head with a hint of distress. "I might not be able to explain it clearly."

"Just tell us the general topic, please."

"Hmm, the last question was related to [mother and child]," he replied.

Ansu thought for a moment and added, "It was so simple I barely remember it—only an idiot wouldn't be able to answer it."

Even at this moment, Ansu was still putting pressure on the other candidates.

After all, there were still exams tomorrow and the day after.

Related to mother and child—!

The Capital Morning Post reporter's eyes lit up. He thought, Has the Radiant Holy See's examination scope extended to the realm of familial affection?

Such profound humanistic care. Truly worthy of a Bishop's question, so broad and deep.

"Can you reveal a bit more?" the reporter asked again.

"It's related to [hybridization]," Ansu answered honestly.

The education experts present were a bit bewildered. First [mother and child], now [hybridization]—are the Bishop's questions this wild? How are we supposed to predict next year's questions?

"Can you be more specific?" The reporter carefully jotted it down in his notebook with his pencil.

"It was testing [non-human] types."

Mother and child, non-human, hybridization!

What kind of monster was formed by combining these elements! Has the scope of the Radiant Holy See's exams become this bizarre? I knew the Radiant Holy See's last question tended to be unconventional, but how unconventional is it now? I knew the Holy See's questions were profound, but I didn't expect them to be this profound!

The education experts started to sweat—this was completely beyond their knowledge base.

"Uh, can you give us another hint?"

The reporter wiped the sweat from his forehead, his eyes gleaming with excitement. He had a premonition that a huge scoop was right in front of him.

"It's about gender transformation and body modification, um, and reproduction," Ansu replied confidently.

Gender transformation!

Body modification!

Reproduction!

These devilish words, one after another, were uttered by this sunny youth. The deep filth hidden within each word seemed to solidify, carrying unspeakable, terrifying knowledge.

Sweat beaded on the foreheads of the education experts, their throats involuntarily swallowing.

"Bishop, my dear old Bishop, what on earth are you asking this year!"

Is the Radiant Holy See venturing into the realm of erotica now?!

And what should they recommend for next year's study guides, perhaps some 18+ fanfiction from the small bookstores?

Should the supplementary materials be changed to "Three Years of Gender Bending, Five Years of Crossbreeding"?

Many education experts and tabloid reporters already had preliminary ideas forming. They immediately began writing, knowing that whoever got this firsthand information out faster would make more money.

The reporter from the Capital Morning Post also broke out in a cold sweat. He coughed, no longer daring to ask any more questions.

Ansu observed the expressions of those studying journalism, finding it quite amusing.

He knew, of course, that this would eventually be exposed—the real exam questions would come out eventually. But it didn't matter; he'd enjoy it while he could.

After all, Ansu hadn't told a single lie. It was their own dirty minds that had conjured up these issues.

"You're the first student to finish the exam. Please, wait," the reporter stammered, "May I have your name?"

Leaving his name. Ansu didn't really like leaving his name.

He could, but there was no need.

No matter what they imagined, it would be these education experts and journalism students who made fools of themselves in the end.

"Just call me Arthur Sunny, Sunny of the Sun Family from the borderlands."

Ansu used his fellow townsman's name and pushed through the crowd to leave.

According to the exam schedule, after finishing in the Order district, he had to report to the Alchemy district—the examiner would announce the exam rules tomorrow.

Ansu still had the title [The Newborn] above his head, but it didn't matter. He was new to the Imperial Capital; who would know that The Newborn was him, Ansu. What about Morningstar?

The Imperial Capital was so vast, and there were so many examinees.

Besides, he hadn't lied about anything, so no one could blame him.

Ansu had only been gone for a short while.

The reporters saw the second examinee emerge from the examination hall.

Golden hair that shone like the sun, dignified brown eyes like a lion's, and a powerful, vibrant aura like the sun, exuding an untamed and carefree demeanor at all times.

He also submitted his paper an hour early?

Could it be that, as the previous examinee Sunny had said, this year's questions were really that simple?—the education experts thought to themselves.

"What was the last question?" The education experts quickly crowded around, asking with eager eyes, "Was it really related to things like [mother and son] and [crossbreeding]?"

Even now, they were still not giving up.

Arthur looked at the reporters interviewing him, a little confused.

The last question.

What was the last question again?

He, Arthur Sunny, had only done the multiple-choice questions!

But being put on the spot for an interview at this moment, Arthur could only play along, putting on a smile and nodding confidently.

Hiss. Visibly, the education experts gasped.

"May. May we have your name?" the Morning Post reporter became increasingly excited, knowing he had stumbled upon a major scoop. "So we can put it on the front page."

Front page.

Arthur instantly sensed danger. He wasn't an idiot. If this newspaper put his name on the front page, his father, who was far away in the borderlands, would see it. And then, a few days later, the results would come out.

--Failed the exam, and yet he was the second to submit early and leave the examination hall?

So arrogant, his father would beat him to death!

He couldn't leave his real name.

He was incredibly clever, his mind racing as he thought.

Calmly and meticulously analyzing and reasoning.

Ansu had left before him. That guy must have already been interviewed and given his name, Ansu. So he couldn't use Ansu's name.

Otherwise, he'd be found out.

Then there was only one choice left.

After all, these were the only two examinees Arthur knew.

His brilliant mind had already found the answer!

"My name is Liszt Moon, Moon of the Moon Family from the borderlands."

Arthur confidently uttered his final words, then pushed through the crowd and walked out with swagger.

Brother Liszt, you'll have to take the beating for me. After all, we're good brothers from the same place—Arthur knew that Liszt was probably screwed this time too.

How could someone as intelligent as me exist in this world?

As for the title [Radiant Lion Cub] above my head, it doesn't matter. Since no name was left, and he's just arrived in the Imperial Capital, who would know that the lion cub is Arthur Sunny?

The Imperial Capital is so big, and there are so many examinees.

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