Chapter 123.2 (2/2)

When the Academy was initially established, its power was pitifully small. But as the Academy’s reputation increased, it became a colossal power and then, began to retrieve the rights it had sprinkled all over the place.

Due to this, the limitless right to enroll with full scholarship for three generations was restricted to only three people. In Lucia’s dream, the Count of Matin used it to send Bruno away because it was a right that he couldn’t sell to anyone, anyways.

However, the new Count of Matin had no intention of using a right that couldn’t even be bought with money, on his estranged younger brother. He was fortunate to have three sons, so he planned on entering all his children into the Academy.

As far as Hugo knew, Bruno was a boy with a very exceptional mind. However, the elder brother did not care about his younger brother’s talent. He practically neglected Bruno.

Even though in Lucia’s dream, Bruno had gone to the Academy like he was being kicked out of his house, sending Bruno to the Academy was probably the best thing that Count Matin did as a father.

‘It will be better for him to develop his talent at the Academy, rather than staying in a house where neither his brothers nor parents care for him.’

Hugo disguised himself as a sponsor who didn’t want to let Bruno’s talent go to waste.

The Count of Matin was wary of the unknown sponsor who promised to pay the full enormous cost of sending his youngest brother to the Academy, without getting anything in return. He was afraid that he might suffer damage in some way due to this. Like father, like son; the new Count of Matin was small-minded. His conscience felt somewhat guilty towards his younger brother who he heard was being praised as a genius.

Negotiations with the Count of Matin went slower than expected. Hugo had wondered if he should just off the bastard too. If Count Matin had dragged things out a little more, he might have ended up like his father.

“So he will be enrolled next year?”

“No. The following year. The applications for next year are already closed.”

The number of people who wanted to attend the Academy was growing more and more so you had to submit your application at least a year before you enrolled.

“How old will he be in the following year?”

“Fourteen, Your Grace.”

“14? Will he be entering the six-year course?”

“No. He wanted to do the basic four-year course.”

The Academy’s basic course was the most advanced course for the school year. The academic standards were just that high. Most of the students enrolled in the school at sixteen.

“Is he confident in being able to follow the lessons? I think he’s too young.”

“Master Damian also started the basic course at fourteen.”

“Exempt the boy. If he’s going to take over from me, then that is only natural.”

Fabian would never call that natural, but he didn’t bother saying anything.

“I have judged Bruno Matin’s academic ability to be sufficient.”

“Then let the kid do what he wants.”

Since he was done with his report, Fabian withdrew, and Hugo picked up the custody document that he had placed by the side for a while.

He started to get up, then he sat back down and opened another drawer. A small browning old envelope lay displayed on the base of the drawer. It was the only thing inside the wide drawer.

He sat, hesitant for a very long time. He stretched out his hand to the envelope several times but always stopped within reach. He sucked in a deep breath then he grabbed the envelope.

And he walked out of his office holding a thick envelope with documents and a small old envelope.

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