The Principal's Assistant of Celestial Dragon Holy Palace!

Red Line Continent, RL0003 Zone.

This was a frigid winter region where snowflakes danced in the air almost ceaselessly, and the ground was blanketed in layers of silvery-white snow.

Yet, even in such a place, the Construction Division had managed to erect a proper school campus at an astonishing speed.

The campus was centered around a grand twenty-story castle, surrounded by various stone buildings serving different functions.

Even the snow-covered ground, when brushed aside, revealed seamless stone slabs beneath—as if the entire area had been carved from a single massive piece of stone.

It was hard to imagine how the Construction Division had accomplished such a massive project in such a short time, especially with their severe lack of manpower.

"Let me go! Let me go!"

"You lowly servants!"

"Waaah! I want my mom! Where's my mom?"

"Sniff... It's so cold here! I don't want to stay!"

One by one, children bundled in thick winter clothes were brought to the open space in front of the castle by the Holy Land Garrison.

Though snowflakes continued to drift down from the sky, the area had clearly been cleared beforehand, leaving little snow on the stone pavement.

After gathering the children from various Celestial Dragon clans, the armored soldiers swiftly dispersed to the perimeter, standing like silent sentinels.

Yet, the children continued to wail and fuss. Some of the older ones, around fourteen or fifteen, even wore expressions of fury so intense it would unsettle most adults—as if they were brimming with unspent rage.

"Are you deaf?!"

"Do you know who I am?! I'll have you all executed!"

"AAAAH! Let me go back!!"

By the fifth-floor window of the Celestial Dragon Holy Palace, a golden-curled boy standing behind a silver-haired elder watched the chaotic scene below with a complicated, uneasy gaze.

"They remind me of that person..."

"Our job from now on is to ensure these children no longer behave like this, isn't it?"

The elder chuckled softly, but the boy hesitated uncertainly. "Can I really do it? How? You know... I'm about the same age as them."

"Guide them with your kindness. Most will be moved by it. As for the rest... we can let them go. After all, we can't educate every single child."

The boy fell silent for a moment, then glanced back at the children outside. "Shouldn't we go down now?"

"Wait a little longer. Be patient. Right now, no matter what we say, they won't listen." The silver-haired elder clasped his hands behind his back with a smile.

Sure enough, just as he predicted, the nearly hundred children outside gradually lost the energy to scream and shout as the biting wind wore them down. Huddling together for warmth, they clutched their winter coats tightly, shivering in silence.

No more crying. No more cursing. Peace finally returned to the snow-covered campus.

"It's time."

The silver-haired elder smiled faintly and turned toward the stairs leading downstairs, the golden-curled boy following closely behind.

Soon, the two figures emerged slowly from the depths of the castle gates under the watchful eyes of all the children, then took their positions one after another on the steps.

The next moment, the silver-haired elder spoke with robust authority.

"This is the Celestial Dragon Holy Palace, the academy where you will remain until you turn eighteen, nineteen, or twenty. Of course, some 'lucky ones' may return home as early as fifteen."

"For the first three months, you cannot contact your families. But after that, you may apply for a seven-day home leave once every month."

"Here, you will receive comprehensive training in physiology, psychology, knowledge, physical fitness, ideology, etiquette, and noble responsibilities."

"You must strive here to become true nobles worthy of the title 'World Noble.'"

All the Celestial Dragon children fell silent. Perhaps it was the biting cold, or perhaps the overwhelming presence radiating from the silver-haired elder that instinctively deterred any interruptions. Yet they listened attentively, even though many still struggled to fully comprehend his words.

"Starting tomorrow, you will wake at seven in the morning for washing, followed by physical training at eight. At nine, theoretical lessons begin—English, literature, mathematics, philosophy, agriculture, navigation, geography, music, medicine, and more. In the afternoon, you will train in swordsmanship, boxing, shooting, tennis, and other physical disciplines. Then, at nine in the evening, you will retire to bed promptly."

Here, the elder paused, allowing the children time to absorb his words. He seemed entirely unconcerned whether these young ones might fall ill in such frigid weather.

After all, in this world, even children were not so easily afflicted by sickness.

"Now, boys in one line, girls in another. Younger ones at the front, and among those of the same age, the shorter ones step forward. Once you've lined up, you may enter to take a hot bath, change into your new uniforms, and enjoy a hearty lunch in the dining hall."

No sooner had the silver-haired elder finished speaking than the children's eyes lit up. Long suffering from hunger and cold, they cast aside their anger and grievances, swiftly dividing into two lines.

The golden-curled youth on the platform watched this scene with silent exasperation, thinking to himself, "I was mistaken. Compared to that man, these children really are just... children."

This filled him with admiration as he gazed at the elder's back. "Truly worthy of the current head of the Dracule family. Even as a headmaster, he excels!"

"Come in. I'll be waiting for you in the dining hall. I look forward to seeing your transformed selves. Should anyone cause trouble, today's lunch and dinner will be forfeited."

With that, the silver-haired elder turned and strode into the castle. The blond youth followed once more, ascending to the third floor—an entire level dedicated to the dining hall and kitchen, furnished with four lengthy stone tables capable of seating hundreds simultaneously.

Already, attendants were bringing out dishes prepared by the chefs, arranging them on one of the stone tables. For drinks, there was milk, juice, coffee, black tea, matcha, and green tea—everything except alcohol.

As he took in the scene, Rosinante found himself lost in memories.

A week ago, he had been summoned from the Marine Headquarters academy to Fleet Admiral Sengoku's office, where a government official from the Holy Affairs Department was already waiting for him.

There, he was informed that his status and privileges as a World Noble—a Celestial Dragon—had been restored, and he was ordered to return to the Holy Land Mary Geoise to serve as the assistant principal of the Celestial Dragon Holy Palace.

To be honest, the entire process, even now, left him utterly bewildered.

First, how had his identity as a Celestial Dragon been reinstated? Who had restored it, and why? Second, why was he being assigned as the assistant principal?

And furthermore, he distinctly remembered having kept his identity hidden—so how had the World Government found out about him?

Rosinante later asked Sengoku, who was practically a foster father to him, but the latter confirmed that he hadn't been the one to reveal it. This was all too strange.

Yet after arriving here and speaking with the silver-haired elder, he realized he didn't dislike the job at all. In fact, he found it deeply meaningful.

"I absolutely cannot let them become as terrifying as my brother!"

Rosinante's gaze gradually hardened with resolve. He felt he had found a cause worth dedicating his life to—just as the elder had said earlier—to ensure that future Celestial Dragons would truly be worthy of being called World Nobles!