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Aiwass was not the kind of person who liked to procrastinate.

Therefore, he directly took Lily, in her wheelchair, following Mycroft to the Barrel Club.

The place was not far from the bishop's residence; they did not even need to find a carriage. It was just two streets away from their door.

"Don't you need to go back and ask for leave?"

On the way, Mycroft, wearing a black top hat, asked casually.

"The end-of-term exams are next week, and most of the classes have already concluded."

Aiwass shook his head, "There are only three classes left this week... I don't have any classes today, which is why I came straight to find Sherlock."

"I see. Are you confident about the exams?"

"Of course, that's not a problem."

Aiwass laughed lightly, brimming with confidence.

With the help of Hayna, Isabel and a permission slip from his tutor to borrow books, Aiwass had quickly caught up with the coursework he had initially missed. He even had spare time to start preparing for next year's courses.

It might be a stretch to aim for a perfect score like Hayna, but if he was just aiming for more than satisfactory in all subjects, he would have no problem even without revising.

"The lowest mark I can get would be a five-petaled flower," Aiwass thought for a moment and set a clear target for himself.

Royal Law University's exams did not have specific numerical scores but were based on different stamps given by professors after comprehensively reviewing the exam content.

The three-petaled flower represented a passing grade, below which was a "poor" sad face and a "very poor" angry face.

As long as you receive a flower, it means you have passed the course and won't have to retake the exam or redo the course.

Four petals was the norm, five petals exceeded expectations, six petals was very good, and seven petals was perfect. Hayna was admitted to the talent list because she graduated with seven petals in all subjects. Generally speaking, about sixty percent of students receive three or four petals, with the number of students failing or scoring five petals being equally rare, and more than five petals—those obtaining at least one in every subject are less than 5%.

If Aiwass could get at least five petals in every subject, starting with six petals... it would mean he was at least in the top twenty students of his department. Perhaps he could even reach the top five.

"That's remarkable."

Mycroft exclaimed in admiration, "You've only been enrolled for about a month, right? Being able to master an entire semester's knowledge in just one month, and even get close to being the valedictorian... If you had enrolled normally, you would definitely be the first in rank next year."

"That kind of thing doesn't matter."

Aiwass looked up at Mycroft and smiled, "Even if I could be first, I would hold back my scores to give to them."

"…Oh? Why?"

"Because I don't need it."

Aiwass shrugged, "I am the heir of the Moriarty Family, currently the Minister of the Department of Care of Magical Creatures... Essentially, I've reached the end of my career before I even graduated."

"It shows that Queen Sofia has a discerning eye for talent."

Mycroft said obsequiously, "No need to go through exams to recognize real talent at a glance."

He certainly had a way with words. With just one sentence, he complimented both the Queen and Aiwass without appearing forced—because it was also the truth.

"…You certainly know how to praise someone, Lord Mycroft," Aiwass replied with a light laugh.

"It's the truth," Mycroft replied calmly.

Indeed it was.

This current Chamberlain was quite adept at using facts to praise others, making it difficult for Aiwass to even be modest. Because everything Mycroft said was true, without any exaggeration. Being overly modest in this situation would seem insincere; he had no choice but to accept the praise head-on.

This aspect of Mycroft was completely different from his younger brother, Sherlock.

If Sherlock heard Aiwass's words, he would definitely not be able to resist coming over to argue. He was such a person, unable to feel at ease without a debate.

"It's also thanks to Queen Sofia's great trust in me that I don't need to rely on outside achievements to prove my worth. In this situation—for Avalon—I think I should help the kingdom find more talent.

"Just like how Senior Hayna could change her destiny through the valedictorian position. Maybe in our level, there are also kids who need to change their fate? No, it should be said... everyone wishes to change their fate, to walk into gentler breezes, into a meadow where the sun shines brighter and the world is more open."

Aiwass said warmly, "I can't be competing for opportunities with these kids. For me, it would be gilding the lily, but for them, it's sending charcoal in snowy weather."

"Lord Aiwass, you also understand the Primordial Language?" Mycroft was somewhat surprised.

"Aren't you understanding it as well?"

Aiwass turned around and smiled, "Sherlock was just as surprised back then."

"Yes, I understand a little bit of the Primordial Language. Besides that, I also know some Elvish Language... at least normal communication is no problem. I even plan to find a tutor to learn Ancient Horus Language next year."

In a world where the importance of linguistics is self-evident, as esoteric literature is recorded in different languages and transcendent strength primarily relies on studying, there's no need to mention how archaeology also requires a certain level of linguistic ability.

Mycroft, impressed, seamlessly switched to the Primordial Language, "When I taught Sherlock the Primordial Language, he was very resistant. He said the script was too convoluted, like some kind of ritual text... somewhat similar to the Ancient Horus Language." Experience more content on empire

"The Ancient Horus Language is said to be quite difficult. But I think it shouldn't be a big problem." Aiwass nodded.

"That is to say, you claim your Elvish language skills are quite good... right? Then I can rest assured."

"How come?"

Aiwass asked somewhat surprised, "Do you need a translator?"

More surprising to Aiwass than that was the fact that Mycroft didn't know Elvish Language.

"No, no, no…"

Mycroft smiled helplessly and switched to Elvish Language, "Rather, it's quite the opposite. The thing is, if you have a certain grasp of the Elvish language, then I think your life as a postgraduate student next year would be much easier.

"I had also wanted to remind you that if your listening and speaking skills in Elvish Language are still lacking, then this holiday would be a good opportunity to catch up."

"...Postgraduate studies?"

Aiwass also switched to Elvish Language, albeit a bit stiffly and not as fluent as Mycroft, "What postgraduate studies?"

"You do not know about this? Oh, I might have presumed too much... I thought Professor Bard had already told you."

Mycroft said with a smile, "At the end of next April, the Holy Nation has given Avalon nine spots, three of which are for students, the remaining six for outstanding and remarkable bishops. The Elves plan to teach you some high-level Divine Arts.

"Since it is through official channels, it is specifically meant for graduates of the Royal Law University. If all goes as expected, you should occupy one of those spots."

...The matter of Advanced Divine Art?

This was the first time Aiwass had heard this news.

From what he remembered, the Holy Nation had initially pulled in nine bishops... why would they change the personnel list and specifically include three students this time?

It couldn't possibly be that they changed the plan just for him, could it?

Aiwass shook his head. That seemed impossible.

Dont' overestimate yourself—although he had become quite famous in Avalon, he was still far from significant in the eyes of the Eternal Theocracy.

That was a nation of the Longevity Species. To them, Queen Sofia's ascension to the throne was nothing more than "a recent event." Aiwass's rise to fame had only happened within the last month.

Although it might be a bit impolite to say so, the Elves were somewhat out of touch.

They would treat something that was popular in human realms two or three decades ago as if it were currently in vogue... even Yanis often treated some of the norms she had learned and heard of when she first met the young Sofia as still valid.

Yet, these were practices that had been changed by Sofia decades ago.

With this kind of delay in information, how could they possibly recognize Aiwass?

However, the opportunity to learn Advanced Divine Arts directly did make Aiwass quite happy.

He had intended to ask Ligeia for this. But he always felt that asking her for help immediately after assisting Ligeia and then negotiating with the Holy Nation might seem like he was exploiting her gratitude.

The news from Mycroft came just in time, removing any need for Aiwass to worry further.

"I really appreciate it."

Aiwass expressed his gratitude.

"Not at all," Mycroft said with a beaming smile, "I just wanted to be the first to bring you good news.

"If you could give me less trouble after examining these artifacts... I would be more than satisfied."

As they spoke, they had arrived at the Barrel Club.

Mycroft extended his hand, gesturing for Aiwass and Lily to keep quiet. Aiwass nodded solemnly.

Even though Mycroft himself was the founder, he had to respect the rules he had set.