I am the Mad Heir of the Strongest Clan-Chapter 30: Scroll’s Content

Soon, there was a long passage written on the now-dormant scroll.

The scroll read:

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Dear Jules,

We are pleased to inform you that you have officially been accepted into the Promethean Institute.

Your assigned starting rank for the Year 242, First-Year Students: #201

Your assigned Dormitory: Enilaya's Hall, Room 2 — move-in is permitted at your earliest convenience.

Your assigned Homeroom: Dina's Classroom

Important Dates:

Freshman Induction Ceremony: Friday, 6th January at 10:00 a.m.

Freshman's Welcome Gathering: Saturday, 7th January at 7:30 p.m.

Lectures Commence: Monday, 9th January — start times vary by Major.

May your time within these halls be one of growth, discovery, and triumph. The path ahead will challenge you, but know that greatness awaits those who dare to walk it.

Warm regards,

Zaliyah Eliris

First Archmage of the New World.

Promethean Institute

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Reading this, Jules's eyes twitched.

"No way I'm ranked 201st after all that. I'm probably one of the few that managed to cut the scroll!"

Jules grumbled despite knowing that various things attributed to the starting rank and starting ranks aren't meant to be relied on.

However, he was annoyed because he was one rank away from reaching 200. The rank which assigned one to a dorm without roommates.

While from rank 201 below, one will have a roommate.

"I wonder what rank that Faceless got," Jules muttered.

After that, he sat in silence for a while before he opened his inventory and brought out a black flat plate.

On its edge were magic runes that all linked up to the blue shard fixed at its center.

This was something Jules had brought along from the Clan. It was a communicator; an extremely safe and secure one.

He injected mana into the blue shard, causing the runes to glow slightly, then a translucent orb popped out of the blue shard.

Jules took a deep breath and explained to the orb how he had obtained a new identity, acquired new weapons, gone on a Beyond exploration, and been accepted into the Institute.

After he was done and the orb had shrunk to less than half its original size, a sign of the energy expended during transmission.

It would be sent to its counterpart, which was with Freya. They would receive it shortly and reply to him.

There are restrictions to the device, which is why Jules had not used it for a while. The most he did was inject mana once in a while so he could inform them that he was living.

After doing this, Jules put on a black tunic, brown trousers, and a cloak that left most of his face uncovered.

He made his way to a Pub that was fairly stacked with people and sat at a spot not so far from the center, ordering a drink that he drank slowly.

The pub buzzed with idle chatter and clinking mugs, some people closer to the counter singing a song like a local band.

While he drank, he listened to the songs being sung, vibing to them inwardly.

Jules sat there for about 10 minutes, when he saw Ryan, donning a vest over a shirt and wearing slacks, walk over after a quick chat with a waiter.

The duo had another discreet method of communication, but for situations like this, they could still chat openly; it's been made by Green that both of them had traveled here together.

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"Sorry for keeping you waiting," Ryan said as he sat opposite Jules. "Those fellas are dead set on celebrating their official acceptance so they want to go drinking. I'm being timed as we speak."

"Seems like you're doing a great job," Jules commented with a chuckle.

"Tch. I'm already tired of this! These rich kids are so childish! They rarely even train!

"When I suggest it, they tell me: Oh, Ryan, this period is for us to enjoy without care, we are enrolling at the institute to train so let's leave that for after resumption."

You have all this in mind, yet you still act all buddy-buddy with them. A certain word fitting Ryan crossed Jules's mind as he smiled.

Ryan sighed with disappointment as he sipped on the delivered fruit drink.

"Fortunately, my assigned dorm is without a roommate! I can avoid them easily now!"

Jules, who had been chuckling at Ryan's rant, twitched his eyes.

Before he could ask, Ryan said, "I was assigned Rank 91." With a whisper, he added, "Young master, you seem to have turned pale. What rank were you assigned?"

"It was out of expectations," Jules drank from his cup as he said.

Ryan laughed—not because of Jules's rank, he knew the Young Master's true strength after all, but because he found Jules's reaction funny.

Very few times did Jules break out of character.

Putting his cup down gently, Jules stated calmly. "If you tick me off, I'll come for you during the next Rank Placements. Putting a rich, spoiled child in his place is something I'd like to do."

"..." Ryan was silent for a second before he replied, "I know my place, young master."

"We shouldn't talk for too long. Let's meet again in the Institute. Always stay alert too, your friends might seem unserious and all, but there are others who treat this place as a battlefield."

"I assume you're one of them?" Ryan asked with a smirk.

"Naturally," Jules replied.

Ryan chuckled as he stood up, said his farewell and left.

Jules remained seated as he continued listening to the songs in the background.