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Without thinking much, she walked over decisively.
The purpose of coming to the academy was to find information on how to resolve the aftereffects, and now that she saw the library, she naturally wanted to go in and take a look.
As soon as she entered the library, she caught a faint scent of ink and glanced around.
She discovered that this library was astonishingly large in both space and collection.
Rows of black and red bookshelves stood tall, filled with all kinds of books. Just a quick glance made her feel a deep sense of admiration.
Although Rudin managed knowledge and books very strictly, it was still vastly different from Byron.
One must know that the former Green Castle accumulated its collection over a long period, which pales in comparison to this place.
However, despite the size of the library, there were only two or three people here reading at the moment, which suited her just fine.
"Young lady, what book are you looking for?"
Just as she was pondering where to start searching, a deep and hoarse voice suddenly rang in her ears, as if the cold air had come right beside her...
After getting off the carriage, Freya walked directly toward the fee collection area.
"The enrollment fee is five hundred gold coins. Here, fill this out!"
As she approached the table, a middle-aged man, who was busy writing something, pushed a form in front of her without looking up.
"…"
Listening to the outrageous price he announced, she frowned slightly. She had anticipated that an academy built on wealth would be expensive, but she didn't expect the enrollment fee alone to be so exorbitant. It seemed that Irena's foresight in providing five thousand gold coins was indeed wise.
Moreover, aside from stating the enrollment fee, the man asked nothing else. It appeared that Dragon Academy's admission policy had reached its lowest threshold.
Fumbling for her Gold Card at her waist, Freya handed it over and picked up a nearby Feather Pen to fill out the form carefully.
Soon after completing the form, she quietly watched as the man skillfully deducted the amount from her Gold Card and handed back the completed form.
"Your accommodation and meal fees are included in there. Tuition will be paid separately at the academy. Just follow the path inside straight ahead, and you'll get there. Understood? Here’s your payment receipt and your assigned dormitory building."
"Got it." Freya nodded lightly as she looked at the white card he handed over before turning to walk back.
The card displayed her name and age at the top, with her dormitory room number clearly listed below.
The coachman stood by the carriage holding a brown leather suitcase, waiting for her. As she approached, he quickly came forward.
"Miss, here’s your luggage. No unauthorized personnel are allowed inside the academy, so I can only bring it this far."
"Okay, you can head back now." Freya nodded. She had noticed some elegantly dressed students walking into the school on foot earlier; it seemed there was indeed such a rule.
After taking the suitcase from him, she watched as the coachman skillfully climbed back onto the carriage and disappeared around the corner before turning towards the iron gate.
Upon officially entering the academy, a massive flowerbed came into view, with a golden statue of an elderly man holding a book standing in its center. Below the statue was an inscription.
Freya walked over to take a glance; it read: In memory of Dragon Academy's first principal: Malzahar Windigo (1514—1581).
The simple and unadorned inscription only introduced names and dates, nothing more, which made Freya raise an eyebrow.
Without thinking much, she withdrew her gaze. Behind the flowerbed was a straight road, with a stretch of walkable green grass on both sides. A few large trees stood casually there, and occasionally she could see students walking beneath them.
Not far away were the white teaching buildings and several other large structures whose purposes she did not understand.
Compared to the monetary atmosphere of this academy, the style of Dragon Academy could also be described as simple yet rich in campus spirit.
As she walked along the road, Freya noticed that the students of this academy did not have a uniform dress code, and the quality and age of their clothing varied widely.
Following what that person had said, she soon arrived at the front teaching building. Inside the hall, many newly enrolled students were gathered. At the back of the hall was a huge sign displaying the course fee schedule, below which stood a college instructor collecting fees.
Freya squinted at the words on the sign and discovered that Dragon Academy offered many courses that were quite diverse, but what was consistent was that all of them were very expensive.
'Art: 10 gold coins per class, Tactics: 0 gold coins per class, Languages (multiple): 15 gold coins per class, Combat: 0 gold coins per class, History: 15 gold coins per class, Swordsmanship: 0 gold coins per class...' A long list of various subjects.
Looking at the information above, Freya realized that with so many courses, it was clearly impossible for one person to learn them all in terms of time or energy; students would definitely have to choose what they wanted to study themselves.
In addition to these courses, she also noticed a line of prominent text below.
'Rudin Imperial Academy Recommended Quota Conditions: New students who achieve excellence in four subjects and pass assessments will be given opportunities.'
There were no specific numbers regarding how many recommendations would be available, but it was clear that passing assessments alone would not guarantee a recommendation for everyone.
After thinking for a moment, she decided to register for her strongest subjects to seize the opportunity.
"Then... Swordsmanship, Languages, History, and Tactics," she concluded her choices.
Having decided on her selections, she directly paid for a year's tuition.
With her payment receipt and Gold Card in hand, she walked out of the hall where new students continued to arrive one after another.
After a brief pause, she dragged her suitcase and followed the signs to find her dormitory building.
The Girls' Dormitory was not far from the teaching building, and at this moment, the entire building was filled with the lively chatter of youth. Freya felt as if she had returned to her former campus life. Most of the dormitory doors were open, and some young girls in loose silk pajamas playfully passed by Freya.
Silently, she found her assigned room and opened the door.
The room was private and justified the accommodation fee she had paid; however, the bed, desk, and chair occupied most of the space.
Aside from that, there wasn't much to criticize.
She placed her suitcase on the desk, changed into her usual casual clothes, and hung up her Cross Sword on the wall after wiping it down with maintenance oil.
Now at the academy, although there were no restrictions on carrying weapons, she figured she wouldn't need it for a while.
After opening the window to let some fresh air into the room, she casually closed the door behind her and decided to go out for a stroll to familiarize herself with the surroundings.
Formal classes would start later, so students were free to move around during this time.
Walking along the academy's paths in her flowing white dress and black knee-high boots, her striking appearance caught the attention of several youthful boys who glanced at her curiously.
Although she wasn't carrying her Cross Sword, the deliberately suppressed cold aura around her made those boys hesitant to approach despite their interest; they could only speculate about Freya's background.
Ignoring the murmurs around her, she squinted slightly at the Black Building in the distance.
“Elgreen Library.”
She softly read the sign above the entrance.
When she first arrived in this world, she had borrowed a history book from this library. Although she never returned it, her photographic memory allowed her to remember that this was indeed the library without mistake.
At that moment, the library's main door was open, and shadows moved inside.
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