In a world where blood dictates worth, nothing offends nobles more than merit.
The crystal board flickered to life. A soft blue light spread across the classroom walls.
All conversations halted.
Every student present in Class S knew what was about to appear.
This was the moment they had been waiting for.
One hundred names. One hundred ranks.
A single number that would decide their standing for the next few years.
For the nobles, this was more than a number. It was the weight of their family name. Their rank was not just their pride but their house's pride as well.
A few students straightened their backs. Some crossed their arms, confident in their own performance. Others gripped their desks, unable to fully hide their nervous expression.
A single number could lift someone to glory or crush them beneath the weight of their arrogance.
Then the names appeared all at once.
Every head tilted up. Every eye locked on the glowing board.
