Liszt: My Name Is Calvin

"Calvin Black."

"My name is Calvin Black, Son of the Priest from the Border Holy See."

Facing the reporters' interviews, Liszt Mu'en, who was the third to exit the examination hall, calmly adjusted his glasses and replied with elegance and politeness.

Every word and action was filled with aristocratic etiquette.

Liszt Mu'en was an elegant and meticulous man.

His light brown short hair was always impeccably neat, and his slightly thin lips revealed his humble character.

His light blue eyes were always calm and gentle. He always wore neatly pressed black trousers and a perfectly ironed blue tailcoat, with every button fastened precisely.

At the same time, he was also a low-key person.

Humility and discretion were the most important virtues of nobility.

As the Goddess's most devout and sincere follower, he knew his own excellence, but he understood the principle that a tree that stands out in the forest will be destroyed by the wind.

He disliked being ostentatious.

The reason he was only the third to leave the examination hall was precisely because of his modesty.

Otherwise, he would have finished the exam long ago.

Always third place – that was his creed, neither showing off nor falling behind.

But he hadn't expected that outstanding people, like fireflies in the dark night, would be so distinct and dazzling wherever they were, attracting attention and drawing reporters to interview them.

Despite his excellence, Liszt still chose to be low-key.

He didn't intend to leave his name behind; he would let himself become a legend of the Imperial Capital.

At the same time, Liszt was also a clever person.

He understood that Ansu and Arthur had left the examination hall before him, so the reporters must have registered their names, and therefore he couldn't impersonate them.

Arthur only knew two examinees, but there was actually another one!

That was Calvin Black, who was currently on sick leave!

They were fellow townsfolk – although not close, he wouldn't mind if he used Calvin's name, would he?

Moreover, Calvin, lying on his sickbed, would surely be gratified to see his name appear in the Capital's newspaper, and feel warmth from the bottom of his heart.

It was definitely not because he was afraid of being embarrassed if he failed the exam.

Liszt was such a considerate and gentle man, a gentleman with high emotional intelligence.

He placed his left hand on his right chest and bent his right leg slightly, performing a standard noble bow. "Then, I, Calvin, shall take my leave."

As for the title [Goddess's Moonlight] above his head, it didn't matter. Anyway, he hadn't left his name. He was new to the Imperial Capital; who would know that Moonlight belonged to him, Liszt Mu'en?

The Imperial Capital was so vast, with so many examinees.

Eleven in the morning.

Border City, Sun Family Estate.

Scorching sunlight shone on the crimson land. The light passed through the study window, refracting off the gleaming armor.

The Sun Family was the oldest noble family in the borderlands, with a strong martial tradition, producing generals and marshals every now and then. Its patriarch, Grand Duke Annan Sunny, was the only Seventh-tier Knight in the borderlands.

A Seventh-tier Knight had already entered the realm of a Demigod.

Grand Duke Annan was known for his stern and unsmiling demeanor, but today, he showed clear signs of joy. He sat in his study, flipping through the latest issue of the Imperial Capital Morning Post.

Studying the news was very efficient. To grab the headline, after obtaining the latest firsthand information, they immediately returned to the newspaper office to write the report, and then used the Magic Net for nationwide mass printing.

In less than two hours, Grand Duke Annan, far away in the borderlands, had already seen the latest issue of the Imperial Capital Morning Post.

The Sun Family had always had a regret: they lacked culture and had never produced a Divine Official, thus often being sarcastically called the 'brute family' by their political rivals.

But today, everything had changed.

He looked at the latest issue of the newspaper, with a prominent headline:

#First Examinee to Finish! Arthur Sunny of the Sun Family Accepts Interview!#

The first to leave the examination hall, and finishing early!

Even so, Grand Duke Annan wouldn't have been so happy, because he knew his child's capabilities – perhaps he had submitted a blank paper and left early.

However, the reporter's subsequent report put the Grand Duke's worried heart at ease.

'Arthur Sunny personally stated that the last question of this exam was quite simple and not worth remembering – only fools couldn't solve it.'

"Secured!"

Grand Duke Annan smiled with satisfaction. Even he, who had dropped out of prenatal education and was illiterate, had heard of the abstractness and absurdity of the Radiant Holy See's final question.

If even his son found the last question simple and could easily solve it, then the other questions would be a piece of cake, right?

The more he thought about it, the happier he became.

Their Sun Family had finally produced a top scholar in the humanities – it was as if their ancestors' graves were emitting green light, bringing them honor and pride.

Let the other nobles know that the Sun Family is also cultured.

Grand Duke Annan stood up, adjusted his collar, put on a cloak, and holding the newspaper in his hand, prepared to go out.

He wanted to show off, to personally show off, especially to the Moon Family and the Morningstar Family.

'Alas, I accidentally got lost and ended up here.'

'Alas, my newspaper got dirty, can you take a look?' -- Grand Duke Annan had already prepared his lines.

His son did well on the exam, and Grand Duke Annan was very happy.

11:30 AM.

Border City, Moon Family Estate.

As the second oldest family in history and the one with the most connections, their family tradition had always been known for its elegance and nobility.

The estate was planted with violets, and even in winter, the Moon Family's wisteria remained prosperous.

Those elegant and noble purple vines hung down along the eaves, shielding the windows and filtering out the scorching sunlight, casting a simple and elegant filter over the light.

The Marquis of the Moon Family—Norman Moon—was a calm and elegant gentleman.

No matter what happened, he remained unfazed.

But today, Marquis Norman's lips curved upwards slightly.

The reason was the Imperial Capital Morning Post in his hand, the second column's headline:

#Second student to leave the examination hall, Liszt Moon of the Moon Family, smiles confidently#

One must be elegant, not laugh out loud.

Although he was inwardly pleased, Marquis Norman was, after all, an elegant gentleman of high taste, and he maintained a calm expression on his face.

'Submitting the exam early is just the most basic operation.'

'The child's performance was still unstable, not coming out first.'

Marquis Norman had already thought of his next lines. He rolled up the newspaper and walked outside.

His son did well on the exam, and Marquis Norman was very happy.

11:40 AM.

Border City, Morningstar Family Estate.

As the most recent nouveau riche family in history, the Morningstar Family had only one advantage: it was very rich.

The other two families combined weren't as wealthy as it was.

They had too much money, more than they could ever spend, so the Morningstar Family's tradition had always been known for its prodigal sons.

Inside Count Carlo's study, sunlight streamed down, only to be blocked by even stronger golden light:

Teacups of pure gold, chairs of pure gold, a desk of pure gold. No martial artifacts or armor, no wisteria or green plants, only the purest money as decoration.

The Earl of the Morningstar Family—Carlo Morningstar—had only money.

Even with all his wealth, he felt joy today.

He had just heard that three students from Border City had submitted their Saint Trial exams early, and his heart had been in his mouth.

But when he saw the Morning Post, the stone that had been hanging in his heart finally dropped.

Sunny, Mu'en, Black—but no Morningstar.

Wonderful!

For the past month, Ansu had been studying like a madman every day, and Count Carlo had been very worried. What if his son was actually a top student?

What if he really became the top scholar, what would happen to their gold mines?

Now, it seemed all his worries were for naught.

Ansu had not disappointed his expectations!

Although the specific results were not out yet, Count Carlo was already certain.

He had already decided which gold mine to assign to Ansu for management.

His son did poorly on the exam, and Count Carlo was very happy.

Noon.

Border City, Radiant Church, the Black Family's rear mountain cemetery.

No armor, no violets, and no gold, only rows upon rows of tombstones stood on the desolate and quiet mountains. The winter north wind blew through the mausoleums, emitting a chilling howl.

Sunlight fell on the tombstones, casting a dim glow.

The Black Family was one of the Divine Official families of the Radiant Holy See.

At this very moment, in front of a grave, Priest Black held the Imperial Capital Morning Post, his hands trembling slightly, cold sweat pouring down his face.

Third column news:

#Third student to leave the examination hall, Calvin Black of the Border Holy See is radiant!#

Radiant?

Sunny?

Priest Black stared directly at this line of text, then turned his head to look at the secret grave of his own son, staring at the empty, dark tombstone, and swallowed.

Chilling and grim.

Despite it being midday, the sunlight falling on Priest Black felt bone-chilling.

Is this the price of believing in the Mother Goddess?

His son won the resurrection match, Priest Black was horrified.

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