Abnormal Moon

St. Galedovas Academy is the only prestigious academy among the six academies. This is because the students of this academy are mostly from prominent families, and many of them are the legitimate sons who will inherit the family's rightful place in the future.

Thanks to this, the academy has the cleanest aesthetic. The buildings throughout the academy are as spotless as a clear blue sky, and everywhere is white, which is refreshing. Every building is full of European classical style, and castle-like high-rise buildings are common. The clear chimes make people feel as if they are in medieval Europe.

"Even the cafeteria is decorated like a five-star hotel."

Around noon, the two, having finished their stroll, went to the academy's cafeteria for lunch. To their surprise, even the cafeteria was decorated in a quiet and elegant manner, with waiters in tuxedos serving the food. It was simply the epitome of luxury.

"Even our Queenville isn't this luxurious!"

Sylvia looked around the hall and made a surprised comment.

"Who can eat this little bit of meat?"

Roy looked at the table full of dishes. Lunch was paid for by Sylvia. As a rare songstress, her savings were just a number to her. Although the dishes looked exquisite, each plate was only enough for two bites.

"I still prefer the cafeteria at Jielong yesterday."

The meals at Jielong Canteen are not only plentiful, but also contain a lot of meat.

Martial artists need to eat a lot of meat to replenish their energy.

"Are you two dissatisfied with our restaurant in St. Galedovas?"

At that moment, a blond young man stepped into the restaurant.

He glanced around the hall, then headed straight to the table where the two were sitting. After hearing Roy's complaints, he wasn't angry, but instead kindly asked them for their opinions.

"In that case, how about I have the restaurant kitchen arrange something suitable for you two?"

"There's no need to go to such lengths."

Roy paused slightly when he saw the young man arrive.

"Anyway, we're just here to have a meal, it wouldn't be good to make too much of a fuss."

They're in disguise right now, and becoming the center of attention would only be a hassle.

Sylvia looked at the young man with a hint of surprise on her face.

"Isn't this President Yanest? What brings him to bother two tourists like us?"

"Hehe, isn't Miss Songstress also the student council president? I didn't expect you to have time to visit our academy. It's an honor to have such a distinguished guest as you."

The blond youth, Yanest, bowed slightly to Sylvia, a flawless smile on his face. His manner was polite, refined, and approachable, making people feel elegant without creating any sense of aggression. He was truly a breath of fresh air.

"This must be Lord Roy, the champion of last year's Star Martial Festival. This is our first real meeting. I am Anest Fairclaw, the current student council president of St. Galedovath, and also the wielder of this magic sword."

Anist placed his hand on the storage pouch at his waist, which contained his signature weapon, the Pure Star Radiance Armament, known as the purest of the pure stars, the White Filter Demon Sword, one of the four-colored demon swords.

He looked at Roy, a meaningful smile appearing on his face.

Chapter 276 Yanest

Roy placed his hand on his waist, feeling the Black Furnace Demon Sword vibrating in its sheath, as if it were very excited.

"So that's how you saw through me?"

Legend has it that the four-colored magic swords were born in the same research lab and have some kind of inexplicable connection with each other. They react whenever they meet, which, in human terms, is probably like the feeling of brothers and sisters reuniting after a long separation.

"I don't deny that, but even without the White Filter Demon Sword, I'm confident I can see through it."

Yennester smiled slightly, his words revealing no concealment of his confidence in his judgment.

Aristotle Fairclaw is considered the pinnacle of the Six Flowers Sword Technique and a strong contender for the Fifth Sword Saint. His swordsmanship far surpasses that of Kirin Toudou, though it's hard to say if Kirin were his age.

But if Roy remembers correctly, Anist is a student at St. Galedovas University and is almost twenty years old, while Kirin is only thirteen and will be fourteen after the New Year.

This is certainly a time-based gap, but it also illustrates that the difference between the two sides represents a chasm of years of hard work even with equal talent.

To be honest, Roy's current swordsmanship might not be enough to defeat Arnest.

Without comparing him to the Mumei Sandan-tsu, his swordsmanship foundation wasn't that strong; after all, the Tennen Rishin-ryu style was inferior to the likes of Miyamoto Musashi, Sasaki Kojiro, and Yagyu Tajima-no-kami Munenori.

But the three-stage breakthrough of ignorance is truly powerful.

"Isn't President Yanest a very busy person? Is it really okay for him to chat with us?"

"No problem, I've already gotten up early and taken care of today's work."

When Sylvia asked him a question, Anast smiled nonchalantly.

“Miss Songstress, as the student council president of Quenville, is it alright for you to be so leisurely?”

"Hehe, I'm a well-known pretty face! I don't need to do anything."

Sylvia laughed without flinching, her words self-deprecating but her tone remarkably open-minded.

Because she often travels around the world, the affairs of the academy are handled by the chairperson, Pedra, so some people secretly mock her as the only "pretty face" among the student council presidents of the six academies.

Sylvia herself didn't care at all. There were plenty of people in the world who were dissatisfied with her. If she had to care about everyone, she would be too busy. Rather than caring about what others thought, she hoped to become stronger.

Even though she's not holding concerts anymore, she has no intention of taking on any work. She's always running around in various places in Rikka, but she doesn't touch any affairs. She's still just a pretty face.

"That's the difference in school strategies. As the face of Quinnville, what you should be doing is not getting bogged down in complicated work, but promoting the school's reputation as much as possible. In this respect, I think you are the most qualified student council president."

Jánest, however, shook his head dismissively and offered a completely different perspective from the others.

Roy glanced at him thoughtfully.

As expected of someone from a prestigious family, she knows how to speak well!

"I'm glad you said that."

Sylvia chuckled slightly, somewhat surprised, but without any modesty, she accepted Yennester's words in their entirety.

Arist was absolutely right. The amount of attention Sylvia's existence attracted to Quinnville was unimaginable. How many students enrolled in Quinnville specifically because of Sylvia? Even conglomerates had to speak to Sylvia politely. This shows just how much profit Sylvia's existence generated for the conglomerates.

"So, you came here specifically to praise me?"

"No, I actually came here for Lord Roy."

Jánest chuckled and denied Sylvia's guess.

The reason he praised her was simply because he came from a prominent family and was strictly required to treat women as a gentleman from a young age; it was just a habit he was having, and he didn't mean anything by it.

"I?"

Roy, who was engrossed in eating, looked up, a hint of confusion in his eyes.

No, I'm not that familiar with you, am I?

"There's an event at Sirius Dome this afternoon called Top Arena."

As Arnest spoke, he cast a meaningful glance at Roy.

"Lord Roy signed up, right?"

"Yes."

"To be honest, I actually participated as well."

"Really?"

Roy looked at him incredulously.

The Top Arena isn't exactly a famous event, is it?

He, the champion of last year's Phoenix Star Martial Arts Festival, not only participated, but he also participated in the previous Griffin Star Martial Arts Festival.

"Really, after all, I was invited by that guy from Jielong."

"...Fan Xinglu?"

"Oh? You mean you're one of them too?"

"Ah."

Aristotle was taken aback, then burst into laughter.

"Haha, what a coincidence! I hope we can have a great match this afternoon. That's what I came here to say. I apologize for disturbing you during your meal, so I'll take my leave now."

Jánest bid them farewell in a friendly manner, then turned and left the restaurant with an air of nonchalance.

Roy lowered his head, picked at his steak, took a few bites, and swallowed.

"So, he's here to declare war on me?"

"Although your wording is a bit harsh, that's probably the gist of it."

Sylvia gave him a speechless look. What do you mean by starting a war? She just wanted to spar with you.

"However, this is the first time I've seen Anest care so much about sparring with others."

"Isn't that normal?"

Roy didn't take it to heart. Actually, he was quite interested in sparring with Anast. Aren't all martial artists like that?

"No, this is not normal."

Sylvia shook her head. "The price of the White Filter Sword is that you can't have any selfish desires, but Saint Galedovas cares a lot about the collective honor. The combination of the two will create a conflict... For example, if he leads the team to participate in the Griffin Star Martial Festival and encounters a very strong opponent and wants to fight them to the death, the White Filter Sword will absolutely not allow such behavior. It will require Aness to suppress his personal desires and act for the team's victory."

"So, in order to ensure that he is fair and impartial, Yanest usually suppresses his own desires?"

"I don't know that."