"Which grandson is harming me?"

As soon as Ashley finished speaking, Ansu's vision blurred.

A faint buzzing sound echoed in his ears.

A sheet of paper woven from light slowly drifted down from before his eyes, landing automatically in Ansu's hands.

This paper was as thin as a cicada's wing, with no weight whatsoever. It was an examination notice and a pledge.

[Dear Mr. Ansu Morningstar, hello. Your examination number is 061, and the examination location is the Sixth Chapel of the Alchemy and Mechanical Holy See.]

[The subject of this assessment is 'Allocation and Usage of Spell Slots and Mana Points'.]

[Examination Score: 30%]

[Examination Instructions: Under the restriction of the alchemy array, you can only use four Memory Slots. You may freely choose Magic Books for temporary equipping and allocate ten Magic Points for use.]

[No auxiliary magical items are allowed, God-Bestowed Titles are disabled, and candidates must not have any debuffs before entering the examination area.]

[For complete fairness, through authorized alchemy arrays, the Examiner will perfectly replicate all your states upon entering the examination area, such as appearance, equipment, physical condition, the Magic Books in your four Spell Slots, and ten Magic Points.]

[Assessment Standards: Scores will be determined based on specific performance. Defeating the Examiner will result in a perfect score.]

[Perseverance, Courage, Wisdom—this is not just an assessment, but a trial to surpass yourself.]

[The sole standard for a perfect score is to defeat yourself.]

Ansu flipped through the examination pledge, a slight smile of interest curving his lips. He found the examination quite interesting.

[This pledge was drafted and compiled by the Alchemy and Mechanical Holy See.]

[Please confirm you have finished reading. If you sign this examination pledge, you authorize the above rights.]

In short, it meant only four spell slots, ten magic points, and no titles.

And the Examiner would fight you under exactly the same conditions.

Complete fairness.

However, Priestess Ashley was a genuine magic expert, her experience far exceeding theirs. Even with the same spells and conditions, she could achieve better results than ordinary people.

The condition to pass this examination was how to choose four spells.

It was like a game of chess, where the four Memory Slots were the pieces, and the ten Magic Points were the moves.

One had to hide a winning strategy within the chosen pieces, a strategy that the opponent couldn't see.

Because the opponent had the same four pieces, she could also play the same moves.

Even worse, the opponent could design a better, more optimized combination based on your chosen four pieces and play a superior game.

A normal person would now start pondering how to choose their Magic Books.

This was the orthodox and correct approach.

—But Ansu was an unorthodox player.

Compared to playing chess, he preferred flipping the board.

Slightly narrowing his eyes, he gazed at Miss Ashley on the high platform. Ansu already had a plan in mind.

Ashley seemed to sense Ansu's gaze—she was a woman with high intuition—and frowned slightly, turning her head.

Ansu flashed her a sunny smile, a smile that was truly pure and flawless.

The rules for tomorrow's examination had been announced, and there was nothing else for today. The candidates were dismissed on the spot.

After leaving the Alchemy Holy See, Ansu saw Miss Enya.

She was sitting on a long bench in the courtyard.

Sunlight streamed through the transparent dome, refracting through the glass.

Because the courtyard was filled with layers of greenery, the scorching sunlight lost some of its heat, resembling cool moonlight.

She wore a Lolita dress with delicate wisteria patterns on the hem, exquisite and luxurious. The silhouette of a plane tree outside the window cast a shadow on her profile.

She held a lunchbox in her hands, her toes tapping the ground. A red string was tied around her ankle. She looked light and ethereal, as if she might melt into the light.

Miss Enya also saw Ansu. She tilted her head, "I brought you lunch."

It felt so much like a parent bringing food to a student.

Under everyone's gaze, Ansu took the lunchbox and opened it. The contents were rich: fried fish cakes, neatly cut meat slices, and a layer of salad and cherry tomatoes at the bottom, all neatly arranged in compartments.

"Your unicorn, it was delivered today as well. I've arranged for it to be kept and fed at the inn for you," Miss Enya said, her arrangements meticulous. On the surface, she truly was a perfect maid.

"Never mind that for now, where's my staff?" Ansu took a bite of the fried fish cake and found it delicious.

He might need it tomorrow.

"What staff?" Miss Enya tilted her head.

"The Holy Light attribute staff—the one Luojia gave me."

"Mhm." Miss Enya's smile remained. She blinked her amber eyes, "I don't remember."

She acted like a stubborn cat.

"Where is it?"

"—Is that a staff?" She put on a look of sudden realization. "It's so ugly, I thought it was a clothes drying pole."

"So you used it to dry clothes?"

Ansu's lips twitched slightly.

If the Little Saintess found out, she'd go ballistic!

"Just kidding, it's not really like a clothes drying pole," Enya said with a smile. "There's no way I'd use it to dry clothes."

Good. Ansu felt a slight release of tension.

"Such a strange and ugly design," Enya said calmly. "I thought it was Regent Luojia's Crape Myrtle Rod, so I used it for that purpose."

?

That was the Saintess's staff.

What ultimate insult was this.

Why was her mouth spewing such filth again.

This was the Holy See's sacred ground.

Ansu smacked the back of her head with his lunchbox. The maid flinched, whimpered in pain, and clutched the spot he'd hit.

"Stop joking around."

Ansu could tell the maid was just making things up, fabricating nonsense. "Give it to me—I might need it tomorrow."

The maid covered her head and stuck out her tongue.

Ansu took the staff, paused for a moment, and then after a long while, said, "Lunch was delicious—thank you for bringing it to me."

"Don't speak so gently."

Miss Enya blinked, tilting her head. Her smooth, long hair cascaded over one shoulder. "Otherwise, you'll become even more delicious seasoning for me tonight."

"You bottom-feeder."

Ansu said.

After finishing his lunchbox, Ansu saw Enya out and returned to his dorm.

As soon as he entered and opened the door, he heard a heartbroken, soul-crushing wail.

The Radiant Lion Cub, Mr. Arthur Sunny, was trembling as he held a copy of the Imperial Capital Morning Post. He read the words on it in disbelief, his worldview seemingly collapsing.

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

'Arthur Sunny personally stated that the last question of this exam was extremely simple and not worth remembering—only an idiot wouldn't be able to solve it.'

He blinked his confused eyes.

—What happened to my flawless plan?

And wasn't I the second one to finish the exam!

And who on earth wrote this pile of nonsense!

"There's a grandson trying to ruin me!"

Liszt pushed the door open. "Arthur, there's a telegram for you—it's from your father."

Arthur's handsome face trembled as he took the telegram and opened it. His pupils contracted.

In the telegram, his father lavished him with praise, widely publicized his deeds among the nobles, and even declared a day off for the entire territory with banners celebrating 'Young Master Arthur's triumph in the humanities and his glorious return home.'

Arthur could only think of one thing: how would he explain his failure and beg for forgiveness when he went home?

The bragging had already been done, and his father valued face above all else.

Moreover, his father was a Demigod-tier Knight!

Could he withstand it? Arthur swallowed.

Liszt took the Morning Post from Arthur and looked closely. His brow furrowed—when did I hand in my paper second?

"There's a grandson trying to ruin me!"

I'm so humble, how could I possibly be second to hand in my paper!

I will always be third!

Liszt had a pathological obsession; he only wanted to be the third, the middle one.

The obsession made him feel like ants were crawling all over him, making him incredibly uncomfortable and miserable.

How could his perfect plan have gone wrong?

Seeing their distressed expressions, Ansu also curiously took the Morning Post. His brow rose even higher, his first thought being quite a statement—

Did Calvin crawl out of his grave to look for relatives?

#Pregnant Twins Cruelly Abandoned by Heartless Lover, I Transform into a Red-Clad Ghost to Search for Family Across a Thousand Miles?#

"There's a grandson trying to ruin me!"

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