A grand carriage, drawn by eight white horses, halted before the gates of the Royal Academy of Sairon. Behind it, carts laden with food supplies were lined up, guarded closely by dozens of knights and hundreds of soldiers. 

The sight threw the academy’s gatekeepers into disarray.

"Wh-who could it be?"

"It looks like someone very high up is here..."

As the gatekeepers exchanged nervous glances, the opulent carriage door opened, and Wendy stepped out.

Dressed in a lavish gown adorned with luxurious jewelry, she looked every bit the noble lady, drawing stunned stares from the gatekeepers. Yet Wendy, keeping her …