The footsteps of the eleven royals echoed with the weight of generational privilege. The noble-born students, each one a scion of houses that have shaped empires.
Their uniforms are different. Not the standard-issue garments of regular students, but tailored and permitted masterpieces, silks woven with Modular CECs, hems lined with precious metals that chime softly with every step.
Belonging to the House of Tleli:
2nd Class Noble: Third Year Duke Alexander Valtor.
Valtor's Household, sharp-jawed and tongued Genius. His molten amber eyes, his crimson robes embroidered with phoenix feathers, and his whip-belt, his family heirloom, all show his status.
I remember you clearly.
Motherfucker burned his rival's documentation of inheritance and birth certificate to psyche him up for a duel that left the opponent orphaned.
Royalty: First Year Princess Sephalyn Veledônia.
La Casa Veledônia. She stems from the third great family. She is the First Princess of the 3 Great Kingdoms. Her purposefully dyed hair is a fire in and of itself, a combination of gold, orange, and blood-red, which, too, represented her salesman-like passion. Most notably around her neck, a dragon-scale choker that suppresses her volatile Noësis and her muscles.
Without it, she once accidentally burned down a banquet hall during a toast.
Yeah, I remember you…
Cuz everyone fucking gooned to you. Oh fucking jeez, the gooners of EAA could NEVER resist drawing Rule 34 of you.
It's fucking disgusting, she's just a high schooler…
In fact.
I can't see myself with any of the students here. I was 22 before transmigrating. If I were to hook up with any of them, I'd feel like a damn pedophile. But… At the same time… I'd have to go for older women instead, and then become a victim of a pedophile…
Both options aren't great…
Ah shit! Fuck romance first! I gotta secure my livelihood.
1st Class Noble: Second Year Duke Elian Ambustum.
The Ambustum Lineage.
A hulking family with scarred arms from forging the finest armor, weaponry, and jewelry in the royal forges. His blades and hammers ignite naturally when drawn, contrary to his personality. Ironically, he was a silent individual.
The only Mana Swordsman who is also a noble. I should get close to him if I want a steady supplier of my gear.
And especially…
If I want a body like his.
As if trying to distract onlookers from what can only be described as the perfect body in height, width, and muscle, he bears a deep burn across his throat. The reasoning? A self-inflicted 'reminder' of his mortality.
Implications of it are fucking crazy.
He had to purposely slit his throat open with healers on standby to INTENTIONALLY regenerate anything EXCEPT the skin to leave only the scar.
Bloody psychopath…
Belonging to the House of Yves:
1st Class Noble: Fourth Year Duchess Irelia Conti.
The Conti Familia. Basically, this world's legalized mafia. And yet, she is a gift of Mother Nature, with skin as smooth as fine soil and a crown of fossilized thorns. Leaf's green hair that pairs perfectly with her Xanadu robes.
Contrary to her family, she's really, really kind. I loved talking to her as a child while she cared for her garden.
Shame that she was sexualized so much as well.
I'm 100% sure if someone did that in this world, what would basically be the entire Italian Mafia would find and torture his / hers family and extended family.
3rd Class Noble: First Year Lord Marcis Santiago.
Oh God.
You…
Tall and gaunt. Simply put, the peak physique of his year, with the sole exception of 'him'. His arms during combat are armed with black gauntlets, while his back is covered by a cloak stitched with veins of gold mined from his family's mountains.
Thank God the devs covered his hands.
Only he knows what the female player base would do if they were in my position… His voice is so fucking deep, ironic, cuz all the female gooners wanted him deep in them.
Hell, the devs even gave us a gay ending…
…
Shit… Why did I remember this detail out of everything…
I NEVER want to replay it.
2nd Class Noble: Second Year Lady Elira Ashvale.
A petite politician. She is destined to sit in the Elenos Parliament due to her family lineage. Her voice is indescribably deceptive, sweet, and powerful. But do not let looks deceive you, she is a master tactician who combats both physically and mentally with her talent for Concordance.
I'm never going to her tea parties, even if I get invited.
Eh… Would I die if I don't go?
Wah… Fuck these nobles lah.
She's infamous for starting political debates during them, forcing her ideology onto everyone present before letting them leave. I really don't wanna debate with someone who could execute my family at a decree.
Belonging to the House of Meris:
1st Class Noble: Fourth Year Capitaine Caspian Farzaren.
Hohhh… The Goat himself.
Another female gooner bait though…
A pale and androgynous individual, with irises that shift like tide pools. Adorned on his head was a coral crown embroidered with jewels of the land. Equally as grandiose is the trident on his hip.
DON'T FUCK WITH HIM.
I'll live if I follow that.
Royalty: First Year Princess Turaiya Elenos.
The Nation at the Center of the Word.
Heir to the Dynasty of the Elenos.
The Second Princess of the 3 Great Kingdoms.
She who wields storms.
Alas, but a storm in human form. Princess Turaiya Elenos is considered the greatest talent of the new generation. Her navy-blue hair cascades like waves, streaked with silver to mimic lightning.
Simply put… The GOAT.
The best out of the three Heroines.
4th Class Noble: First Year Lord Evander Christarion.
Oh god… Not again… You too… Nothing beats corrupting a holy man.
The Lord possesses a lean frame and heterochromic eyes like a vast sea, one blue and the other a darker blue. His hands are tattooed with riptide Noësical inks that glow when he channels Thaumitons.
One rumor said he walked on water.
One rumor said he turned water into wine.
Whatever it is, the devs definitely based him on their Christian beliefs.
Still… Female gooner bait no.3.
He really is handsome in person, though.
Finally, belonging to the House of Esyphyr:
2nd Class Noble: First Year Lady Celeste Bianchetta.
A presence as commanding as a thunderhead. Her platinum-blonde hair and her unwavering twin tempestuous eyes. All of it exudes the authority of a vortex that draws and disintegrates everything.
On top of it, a mind to compensate.
She was super smart, that I remember that.
She was a master of academics and chess.
I don't remember her elo, but it should be 1900 - 2300-ish.
She really inspired me… Would love to play her one day.
Dunno why she was hated though. So much so that the male gooners made 'that' kind of porn of her. It was too the point where it was on the news cuz an arrest was made due to a particularly' drawn image…
Maybe it's because she always rivalled Anzhelika?
I don't know.
Whatever it was… It's fucking disgusting…
…
Wait, why the fuck do I remember all these details but little of what would actually help me in the future…
Are we deadass bro… My body subconsciously put effort into remembering this immature shit…
Bruh.
Royalty: First Year Princess Anzhelika Knyagatyrsk.
The final princess from the 3 Great Kingdoms.
Tsesarevna of Knyagatyrsk.
The gas to the Elenosian liquid. A tempest given human form.
One of the only characters to develop a Unique Elemental Derivative immediately at the start of the game.
Her Wind Resonance Archetype lineage is so pure that it was said her ancestors could summon hurricanes with a whisper.
The unpredictable princess. The most loved princess by the player base.
The Angel of Knyagatyrsk.
Phew…
Isaac's analysis of some of the most plot-relevant characters had concluded.
Those in the second year and higher occupied a raised platform that had stood empty until this moment. Plates were set before them, not the hearty portions offered to the First Years, but delicate compositions of the finest chilled fruits and poultry.
The matriculating nobles and royalty, by contrast, were seated among the First Years. Their expressions betrayed the slight discomfort at being placed in such proximity to the rest of the cohort.
Lady Celeste Bianchetta and Princess Anzhelika Knyagatyrsk made their approach toward the Esyphyr tables, their presence compelling those nearby to shift aside in deference. Students around Isaac bowed with eager reverence, each gesture little more than a desperate attempt to secure some measure of acknowledgment.
Isaac, however, bowed with a different intention altogether, his gesture not born of admiration, but of purpose.
Love your neighbor as yourself. He did this merely to gain some recognition, if at all.
What Isaac truly was waiting for was the final student to enter the hall.
For he knew who would soon arrive, an individual destined to throw open those doors with the weight of inevitability on his back, would be more influential than any of these royalties. As determined, if not forced, by the story he led, that boy would command more Authority than every noble present, their bloodlines and titles collapsing before the force of his resolve.
His arrival was imminent; the doors swung open.
Yet it was not an imposing figure who entered, but rather that boy himself, stumbling forward with awkward movements, all elbows and apologies.
"Sorry! The campus was just so big—"
He catches his foot on the threshold, barely saving his dignity from embarrassment with a shameful trip. The nobles giggle at the sight of this 'classmate'.
A Yves brute mutters "clod" into his beverage.
He was no noble.
Rather, he was like Isaac himself, an unknown commoner with dirt still clinging to his boots, his uniform hanging loose where the tailor's second-hand stitching contrasted the refinery of the rest. His hair was a messy, perm-like broccoli, and his smile far too earnest for the institute he had entered.
Yet when he lifted his head, there was something in his eyes, a spark even he had not yet learned to recognize.
The hall exhaled in collective dismissal.
Fools.
He stood there uncertain, a boy of no apparent consequence. The nobles scarcely spared him a glance, too mired in their own self-importance and those they deemed 'worthwhile' to perceive the truth that thrummed beneath his skin.
This was the future King of Kings.
The Historian of the One Almighty Kingdom to come.
The Time for Elements has arrived.
Mrs Fate's Wolf in Sheep's Clothing and Mr Destiny's Snake in the Grass.
And yet here he is, flushed with embarrassment, being hastily ushered to his seat like an afterthought, his movements stiff with the self-consciousness of someone who has spent a lifetime being told he doesn't belong.
His wide eyes dart across the hall, looking like a startled deer.
He looks like a pathetic excuse of a boy, not even a man.
But…
Orthellius… You observant fucker…
You're right…
Where is the passion? Where is the motivation in his eyes?
It looked fake.
Caelum Veldt
A name chosen by the developers, "Veldt," from the Dutch veld, meaning open field. A farmer's name. A commoner's name. A reminder that great things often grow from the most unassuming soil.
There are no grand lineages here, no ancestral swords or crests carrying legacy.
Just a boy with a future too vast for him to comprehend at the moment.
The Main Character.
The Dramatis Personae of EAA.
But a faker.
A Fake Actor…