Primrose Academy — the greatest educational institution in the world, located at the heart of the Kingdom of Crossmelve. The Royal Palace of the Crossmelve family also stands there, imposing and ancient, guarding the border with the elven territory. The academy, pride of the kingdom and symbol of excellence, welcomes students from all over the world: humans, elves, beastmen, dragons, goblins, and other rare and exotic races.
The place was created to train the best of the best — nobles from ancient bloodlines receive elite education, while exceptionally talented commoners have a chance to enter through scholarships. For these scholarship students, completing the course is synonymous with prestige. Many become knights of noble families, advisors, or even military commanders. Graduating from Primrose Academy is more than a title — it's a passport to success.
Classes are divided by level, from F to S, according to student evaluations. In class 2-D, one of the lowest-ranking groups, the atmosphere is one of study and focus... with one exception.
Leaning on his desk, with his head resting on his arms, a boy with short black hair sleeps peacefully. His uniform is visibly worn — clearly second-hand — and contrasts with the immaculate appearance of the other students. While everyone is immersed in books and notes, he seems completely unaware of the responsibility of being at the world's greatest academy.
The classroom door opens with a soft creak, and then, silence falls almost immediately.
She entered.
Elísia Moowold, only daughter of one of the dukes of the Elven Empire. Her long blonde hair glistens like gold under the sunlight pouring into the room. Her face has an ethereal beauty, as if sculpted by the gods themselves. Her pointed ears, a mark of her elven heritage, stand out beneath her silky strands. She wears the white uniform of the academy's elite, contrasting with a tight black skirt, black thigh-high socks covering her shapely legs. Her ample breasts and emerald green eyes complete the image of someone who clearly doesn't belong in that classroom.
The students, enchanted, merely watch. After all, Elísia rarely appears outside her own classroom, spending most of her time in the elite dormitory. Being near her is already a privilege — seeing her in person, a rare event.
But she is not there by chance.
With firm steps, Elísia walks to the desk where the boy sleeps. Her lips are sealed, but her clenched jaw shows that she is grinding her teeth. Her anger is clear. She had requested a partner worthy of her — someone from Class A, at the very least. But fate had paired her with someone from Class D. An insult. And now, this "partner" is even sleeping in class as if nothing matters.
She stops in front of his desk and, with a cold and resentful voice, lets her words cut through the air like a blade:
"Hey... why did you come to this academy, if all you're going to do is sleep? Wouldn't it be better to go back where you came from?"
A vein pulsed on Elísia's forehead, overwhelmed with rage. She couldn't believe she had been ignored — the plebeian didn't even move, even after she spoke to him. Furious, she shouted:
"Hey!" while slamming her hands on the desk, right next to the boy's head.
Startled, the boy jumped back. He was completely confused. Matheus looked at the woman in front of him without understanding anything. Who is she? Where am I? Wasn't I just going home? And why does that woman have pointed ears? Is this some kind of cosplay...?
"I need to talk to you. Follow me," said Elísia arrogantly. If it were up to her, she wouldn't even be in that room. But since that plebeian was her partner, she had no choice.
Matheus tried to answer, but before he could even open his mouth, a sharp pain pierced his head. It felt like someone was squeezing his skull from the inside. The pain intensified until he had to clutch his head with both hands, feeling as though it would explode.
Then came the memories.
Images, feelings, and memories that weren't his flooded his mind. Gradually, they began to settle. A look of disbelief appeared in his eyes.
"I transmigrated to another world..." he murmured. "Now I'm a boy named Ethan..."
It was a new world — but without magic, even though it looked like a fantasy world. Ethan was excited; after all, his dream had come true… or almost. A world without magic? That shattered all his expectations. How was he supposed to cast spells if magic didn't exist here?
Elísia, already at the classroom door and about to leave, turned back, furious:
"What are you doing? Come now!" she barked with authority.
She wanted to slap that plebeian across the face. How dare he disobey the daughter of a duke?
Ethan snapped out of his daze, a bit disappointed. From the memories he now possessed, he knew exactly who that woman was: Elísia, one of the "Seven Goddesses of the Academy" — at least among the first-year students.
He walked over to her, resisting the urge to tell her to go to hell. Deep down, he was only obeying because… well, because she was hot. Otherwise...
Elísia, on the other hand, was satisfied to see him follow her orders without resistance, as he should.
She left the classroom with Ethan right behind her.
Ethan and Elísia walked through the academy's corridors, drawing a lot of attention — but not because of Ethan. He was just a plebeian, and no one even knew his name. If only he had entered one of the A, S, or even B classes, his name might be remembered. After all, it wasn't common for a plebeian to reach such high ranks. But he was merely a student from Class D. The real reason for the stares was Elísia, the duke's daughter. If not for her, no one would have even noticed him.
"Is she really pairing up with a plebeian?" murmured a student.
"Rumor has it she's even leaving Class A!" mocked another.
Elísia stopped when she heard the last comment. She turned in the direction of the voice and saw a young human dressed in fine clothes. A noble, no doubt. She pressed her lips together, holding back a reply. She could be rude to plebeians — no one defended them — but she couldn't afford to confront nobles. At least not yet. She needed their support.
Without a word, she continued walking, her expression serene. Ethan walked beside her, oblivious to the comments. He was lost in his memories, trying to understand the body he now inhabited. From what he recalled, this body's parents had died in a war. Luckily — or mercifully — when he was still a child, he received help from a count of the Vermilion family, one of the most influential in the kingdom. Now it made sense how he had managed to enter the best academy in the world.
Even so, he had to take an entrance exam, and his score was low. That's why he ended up in Class D. Well… at least it wasn't Class F.
Ethan was still frustrated to be living in a fantasy world that, to his disappointment, had no magic.
While he was lost in thought, Elísia had already reached the cafeteria of the first-year student building. Access to food varied by class, and she went straight to the area reserved for Class A — her class. Ethan snapped out of his thoughts when he smelled something delicious. Before he knew it, he was standing in front of the table where Elísia was already seated, glaring at him.
"Are you just going to stand there? Sit down… or do you not even know how to do that?" she muttered.
Elísia could feel the stares around them. The daughter of a duke from the Elven Empire, sitting with a plebeian from Class D. They might not laugh out loud, but they were definitely enjoying the scene. If only Ethan were the son of a baron, it would be a bit less embarrassing.
Ethan pursed his lips, almost blurting out a "go screw yourself," but he sat down, diverting his gaze to the area where the food was being served. He was hungry. From the body's memories, he knew the former owner had lived in constant need.
"They'll serve it," said Elísia, giving him a hard look. "Stop looking like you're starving."
But then she fell silent. She saw something in his eyes… hunger. Hunger for food. And, as if that weren't enough, she heard laughter from nearby classmates. "A plebeian and starving too," they said without saying it.
Ethan looked away from the food and stared at Elísia. She then began:
"Unfortunately, I'm your partner. If it were up to me, we wouldn't be. But I don't have that power. From now on, you'll study with me until you reach the level of the people in Class C."
Elísia didn't believe a plebeian could go beyond that. Classes B, A, and S were exclusive to nobles — people with access to knowledge and education that commoners would never have. Still, she planned to share some of what she knew, just to ensure he wouldn't hold her back.
She wanted to reach the second year already in Class S, where she would have more influence. When she completed her first year while staying in Class A, she would earn a territory. That would be her chance to prove to her father that he was wrong.