Rewriting the World Order

Lorandon, a fairy-tale kingdom renowned across the world, the cradle of kings.

It was class time as well, yet many students were still following this matter closely.

Outside the windows lay sunlight, trees, and green lawns. Inside the classroom, however, waves of startled cries rose and fell. The professor in the middle of teaching watched the students' behavior, his expression turning stern. Just as he was about to do something, the students spontaneously quieted down, with some even standing to apologize.

By the window, Sabel Ashe was not distracted. She was listening to the lecture attentively.

Though The Queen had now taken her on as a student, this could not yet be disclosed to the outside world. It was a small test—or rather, a trial.

The Queen had merely given her an opportunity to study, allowing her access to educational resources that ranked among the best not only in Lorandon but across the entire world. But how much she could ultimately gain depended on her own ability.

The strongest were never nannies. Many times, they were even more ruthless than many Saints. They would give their students many opportunities, but beyond those opportunities, they would not grant them too many privileges.

One's path had always been carved out by oneself. Giving too much help was never a good thing.

And her experiences naturally made her cherish such an opportunity beyond measure. Never before had she yearned for strength so intensely.

Thus, after arriving here, she worked hard—one could even call it greedily—learning everything that could make her stronger: not just swordsmanship, but wisdom as well.

So while the other students were all so consumed by the matter of virtual reality that they could not take in a word of the lecture, she remained focused on the class.

However, while she