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"Because that is what is best for the Chronos."

Absolute silence fell.

Even Seris stopped fidgeting. Caelum straightened slightly. Selene's eyes widened just a little. Orion merely leaned back.

Jessica let the silence settle, then continued,

"If any of you believe you are not up to the task… I suggest you leave now."

Not a single student moved.

Not one breath wavered.

She nodded.

"Good."

Then, with a faint but unmistakable smile, she added,

"I am Jessica Vaunt Chronos… and one last time, welcome to the Chronos Academy."

The hall erupted into applause.

Beside him, Seris whispered, "Okay, I kind of like her."

The applause still reverberated through the hall when Jessica lifted her hand slightly, signaling for silence. The echoes died down quickly, thousands of eyes fixed on her.

"I'm not finished yet," she said lightly, amusement touching her voice. "There is someone you must meet before we begin the formal division of classes."

A gentle pulse rippled through the platform.

Space folded—smooth, effortless.

Another woman appeared beside Jessica.

She stood with relaxed posture and a bright, sunny smile that contrasted sharply with Jessica's calm composure. Light brown hair flowed to her shoulders, framing silver eyes that gleamed with unmistakable warmth.

The moment she appeared, the atmosphere shifted. Less tension, more curiosity.

Jessica extended an arm toward her. "This," she announced, "is Rhaena Chronos, Head Instructor for your set. She will oversee all your academic matters for the next four years."

Rhaena stepped forward, beaming. "Good morning, everyone!"

The greeting was so enthusiastic that several students straightened instinctively.

"I'm Rhaena, your head instructor," she continued happily, waving at the crowd. "I'll be the one monitoring your academic progress, coordinating your instructors, and making sure none of you blow up a building before graduation."

A few nervous chuckles scattered around the hall.

She clasped her hands behind her, leaning forward slightly. "Now! I know you're all eager to hear how the academy works—because you should be. This place is enormous, and if you don't understand the structure, you'll get lost within the first week."

Seris whispered, "I like her energy."

Orion nodded slightly. He did too.

Rhaena straightened, her cheerful tone carrying clearly. "As you know, there are five thousand students in each grade. To keep everything organized, every grade is divided into five letter groups—A through E."

She raised a finger.

"Class A contains the highest performers. Specifically, Class A1 holds the top twenty students of the entire year."

A wave of chatter shot through the hall at once.

Rhaena grinned. "Yes, only twenty. Enjoy the special treatment if you're there."

Seris shot Orion a sideways smirk.

He only shrugged.

"To continue," Rhaena said, lifting her voice slightly, "Classes B through D each contain ten subdivisions—B1 to B10, C1 to C10, and D1 to D10. Each of these classes holds exactly one hundred students."

She tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Well, unless you misbehave and get expelled. But let's hope that doesn't happen."

Laughter rippled.

"Then," she continued, "we have Class E. E1 contains one hundred and eighty students, and E2 through E10 hold two hundred each. This evens the count to precisely five thousand students."

Selene murmured, "Efficient."

Caelum nodded in agreement.

Rhaena clapped her hands. "Now, some of you may be wondering—why does class A only have twenty students? Why such a difference?"

The hall leaned in slightly.

"Simple," she said with a bright grin. "Because this academy is highly meritocratic. Everyone receives proper training. Everyone receives proper support. But the top twenty—the elite—they receive attention tailored for rapid, specialized development. They represent the academy's best."

Her voice softened, though her smile remained. "But don't feel discouraged. Class rankings can change. You can move up. You can move down. Your effort will determine your place, not your starting line."

Orion noticed a few relieved shoulders in the rows below. Others bristled with renewed determination.

Rhaena continued, "Next… instructors."

She held up three fingers.

"Each grade has forty-two instructors assigned to it. Those forty-two will remain with you for the full four years until you graduate. The ones guiding you now were the instructors of last year's graduates."

Seris raised her hand half-jokingly. "Does that mean they're traumatized veterans?" She shouted across the hall.

Caelum looked at her with wide eyes, subtly shifting his position away from her.

Rhaena didn't miss a beat. "Absolutely."

Laughter broke out across the hall.

"Now, why exactly forty-two instructors?" she went on. "Because there are fourteen core subjects taught here—and three instructors per subject."

She paced slowly across the stage, hands clasped behind her back.

"Let's take MCA—Mana Control and Analysis—as an example. One instructor teaches the lower twenty classes, meaning D1 through E10. Another instructor teaches the next twenty classes: B1 to C10."

"How those instructors take those classes is left to the timetable provided." She said with a sigh, as though remembering something unpleasant.

Then she paused deliberately, eyes twinkling mischievously.

"And the third instructor… teaches only Class A1."

The uproar was immediate.

A thunder of chatter rolled across the hall—disbelief, shock, envy, excitement.

Seris beamed. "It's like we're royalty,".

Orion chuckled.

Rhaena lifted a hand, smiling as the noise gradually died down. "Oh, don't start panicking yet! I promise you, the academy is structured to help everyone improve. You'll get stronger regardless of class."

She leaned forward with an impish grin.

"But I never said the gap won't grow."

More murmurs rose—some anxious, some excited. Orion simply folded his arms. None of this surprised him.

Rhaena continued, "Your instructors will also monitor your emotional development, discipline records, sparring performance, research contributions—yes, even your conduct in the dormitories. Everything matters."

Her cheerful tone contrasted heavily with the seriousness of her words.

"And before any of you ask—no, you cannot bribe your instructors."

A boy somewhere in the back groaned loudly. The hall burst into laughter.

Rhaena raised a hand again to silence the hall.

"We don't have all day, let's move on."

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