Chapter 67

Helena led William through the crowd with ease, weaving between groups of students who were already well into their drinks. The music was loud enough to feel but not so overwhelming that conversation was impossible.

"So whose house is this?" William asked.

"It belongs to Marcus’s family," Helena said over her shoulder. "They own it but rarely use it. He lets students throw parties here sometimes as long as nothing gets destroyed."

They stopped near a seating area where several students were lounging on expensive-looking furniture. Helena gestured to them.

"Everyone, this is William Cross. William, this is everyone."

A tall guy with blonde hair and an easy smile stood up and offered his hand. "Adrian Blackwood. Third year, House Arcturus."

William shook his hand. "Nice to meet you."

"I’ve heard about you," Adrian said. "You’re the one who lasted six and a half minutes against Liam in the tournament, right?"

"Something like that."

"That’s impressive. Most people don’t even last two minutes against that guyp." Adrian gestured to the others. "This is Rebecca, Thomas, and Sophia."

Rebecca had short black hair and looked bored. Thomas was heavyset with a friendly face. Sophia was small with bright red hair tied in a ponytail.

"So you’re the mystery guy everyone’s been talking about," Sophia said, studying William with open curiosity. "Seraphina Ashenheart’s new interest."

"I wouldn’t call it that," William said carefully.

"She would," Sophia replied with a grin. "Trust me, I’ve seen the way she looks at you during training. It’s very territorial."

Helena sat down on one of the couches and patted the space next to her. "Sit William. Relax. You look like you’re expecting an attack."

William sat down, though not directly next to Helena. He chose a chair that gave him a view of most of the room instead.

"So William," Thomas said, leaning forward. "What do you think is going to happen at the Inter-Academy competition?"

"We’ll compete and hopefully win."

"That’s not what I meant." Thomas grinned. "I mean politically. There are rumors that this year’s competition is going to be different. More at stake than just academy reputation."

William’s attention sharpened. He remembered reading something about this in the novel — the Inter-Academy competition was supposed to be the catalyst for several major plot developments. Something about political tensions between the academies and their backing noble houses.

"What kind of rumors?" William asked.

"Apparently several major noble families are putting up significant rewards for top performers," Adrian explained. "Not just the usual scholarship offers. We’re talking about actual political appointments, territory grants, that kind of thing."

"That’s unusual," William said.

"Very," Adrian agreed. "Which means there’s probably something bigger happening behind the scenes. The nobles don’t throw around that kind of incentive unless they’re positioning for something."

Rebecca finally spoke up, her voice dry. "They’re preparing for succession disputes. Three of the major duchies are dealing with inheritance conflicts right now. The noble families want to identify talented young people they can align with before the disputes turn into actual conflicts."

William processed that information. The novel had mentioned this — the upcoming succession crisis that would eventually lead to civil tensions across several territories. The Inter-Academy competition was supposed to be where several key players first made their mark.

"That’s a cheerful topic for a party," Sophia said, rolling her eyes. "Can we talk about literally anything else?"

"Fine," Thomas said. "William, what’s your family situation? I heard you’re from house Cross but you ended up in House Ascendant instead of Arcturus or Luminara."

[P/S: He means from the Cross family]

"Long story," William said. "My family and I don’t have the best relationship."

"Join the club," Adrian said with a bitter laugh. "Half the people here have complicated family situations. It comes with the noble territory."

"What about you?" William asked, turning the question back.

"House Blackwood is dealing with a scandal involving my older brother. He was caught embezzling funds from family trade operations." Adrian’s easy smile didn’t falter but his eyes hardened slightly. "So now I’m expected to restore the family reputation while also being constantly compared to my criminal sibling. It’s great."

"My situation is simpler," Sophia chimed in. "I’m the seventh child and my family basically forgot I existed after the fifth one. Being here is just a convenient way for them to have one less person to worry about."

"That’s depressing," Thomas said.

"That’s life," Sophia replied cheerfully. "At least here I can do what I want without anyone breathing down my neck about family expectations."

Helena had been quiet during this exchange, just watching William with that calculating expression. When she noticed him looking at her, she smiled.

"My family situation is boring compared to all of yours," Helena said. "House Rubinstein is stable, wealthy, and has no major scandals. The most exciting thing that’s happened recently is my aunt getting remarried."

"Sounds peaceful," William commented.

"It’s suffocating," Helena corrected. "Everything is planned, controlled, and predictable. That’s why I transferred here — to actually experience something interesting for once."

The conversation drifted after that. Thomas started telling a story about a disastrous hunting trip his family had organized where everything went wrong. Sophia countered with her own story about accidentally setting fire to a family estate’s garden during essence practice.

William listened more than he talked, taking in information. These were people from established noble families, each dealing with their own complicated situations. The novel had mentioned some of them in passing — Adrian Blackwood became an important political figure later, though William couldn’t remember the specific details.

After about thirty minutes, Helena stood up and gestured for William to follow her. "Come on, there are other people you should meet."

They left the seating area and Helena led him toward a quieter section of the house. They passed by Marcus who was now clearly drunk and challenging someone to an arm wrestling match.

"Your friend is entertaining," Helena commented.

"He’s always like that."

They ended up in what looked like a study or library, much quieter than the main party area. A few students were scattered around, having more private conversations.

Helena closed the door behind them, muffling the music significantly.

"This is better," she said. "It’s too loud out there."

William looked around the room. Books lined the walls and comfortable chairs were positioned near a fireplace that was currently unlit. "Why did you really invite me here Helena?"

"Because I wanted to get to know you better."

"You could have done that anywhere. Why specifically this party?"

Helena’s smile shifted slightly, becoming less calculated and more genuine. "Because here you can’t hide behind academy routine or training schedules. Here you’re just another student trying to navigate life."

"And that tells you what exactly?"

"How you handle pressure. How you interact with people outside your usual circle. Whether you’re actually as straightforward as you seem or if that’s just a front." Helena moved closer, studying his face. "You’re interesting William. Most people our age are either completely absorbed in family politics or desperately trying to escape them. You somehow exist outside both categories."

"I just keep my head down and focus on what matters."

"That’s what makes you interesting." Helena reached out and straightened his collar, her fingers lingering slightly. "You don’t play the usual games, which means people can’t predict you. That’s valuable."

William was very aware of how close she was standing. "Valuable for what?"

"For whatever comes next." Helena stepped back, her expression shifting back to that calculated smile. "The Inter-Academy competition is going to change things William. The political situation, the succession disputes, the noble family positioning — it’s all building toward something significant. People like you, who aren’t already locked into family alliances, are going to have opportunities that others won’t."

William thought about what he’d read in the novel. She wasn’t wrong — the competition was a turning point for several characters. "And you want me to remember that you told me this?"

"I want you to remember that I’m someone worth knowing." Helena moved toward the door. "Come on, there’s one more person I want you to meet before the night is over."

They left the study and navigated back through the party. The crowd had grown larger and the music had gotten louder. Helena led William upstairs to a balcony that overlooked the main room.

A girl was standing there alone, looking out over the party below. She had long white hair that fell to her waist and pale blue eyes that seemed almost luminescent in the dim lighting. She turned when she heard them approach.

"Elise," Helena said. "This is William Cross. William, this is Elise Frost."

William recognized the name immediately from the novel. Elise Frost was supposed to be one of the major antagonists in the later arcs — a prodigy from a northern noble family with ice affinity who eventually became involved in the succession conflicts Helena had mentioned.

"Hello," Elise said quietly. Her voice was soft but carried an edge of coldness. "I’ve heard your name mentioned recently."

[Ding! Elise has been added!]

"Nothing good I hope," William said.

"Actually, quite good. Seraphina Ashenheart doesn’t waste her time on weak people." Elise studied him with those pale eyes. "Though I wonder what you see in all of this."

"All of what?"

"The politics. The competition. The constant positioning and maneuvering." Elise gestured vaguely at the party below. "Everyone here is playing some kind of game, whether they admit it or not. What game are you playing?"

"I’m not playing any game."

"Everyone says that. Few people mean it." Elise turned back to look at the party. "But perhaps you’re different. Helena seems to think so."

"I just think he’s interesting," Helena said. "Is that so strange?"

"Coming from you? Yes." Elise’s expression didn’t change. "You don’t do anything without a reason."

Helena laughed but didn’t deny it.

They stood there in silence for a moment, watching the party below. William could see his various classmates scattered throughout — Sara was talking animatedly with a group near the drinks, Elena was sitting quietly in a corner reading despite the noise, and Marcus was still arm wrestling people.

"The competition is in three weeks," Elise said suddenly. "Are you prepared for what comes after?"

"What do you mean?" William asked.

"The competition itself doesn’t matter. It’s what happens during and after that will shape the next several years." Elise finally looked at him directly. "People are going to make moves during that event. Alliances will form, conflicts will emerge, and students like us will be forced to choose sides whether we want to or not."

William remembered this from the novel — the Inter-Academy competition was supposed to be where several major plot threads converged. Political conflicts, personal rivalries, and the introduction of threats that would carry through multiple arcs.

"And you’re telling me this why?"

"Because Helena asked me to. And because I’m curious to see what you’ll do when the time comes." Elise moved toward the stairs. "Enjoy the party William. I suspect the next few weeks will be significantly less pleasant."

She disappeared down the stairs, leaving William alone with Helena on the balcony.

"She’s cheerful," William said dryly.

"Elise sees the world differently than most people. She’s not wrong though — the competition is going to complicate things significantly." Helena leaned against the railing. "That’s part of why I wanted you here tonight. To meet people outside your usual circle. To understand that there’s more happening than just academy training."

"I’m aware."

"Are you?" Helena turned to look at him. "Because from what I’ve seen, you focus almost entirely on personal improvement and avoid the political aspects completely. That’s admirable but it’s also shortsighted."

"Maybe I just don’t care about politics."

"Maybe. Or maybe you’re smarter than you let on and you’re deliberately staying neutral until you understand the full situation." Helena’s green eyes studied him carefully. "Which is it William?"

William didn’t answer. He looked out over the party, thinking about everything he knew from reading the novel. The succession disputes, the political maneuvering, the conflicts that were coming — he’d read about all of it. But reading about events and actually living through them were very different things.

"I should probably head back," William said eventually.

"Already? The party just started."

"I’ve met your people and heard your warnings. That’s enough for one night."

Helena looked disappointed but didn’t argue. "Fine. Good night William"

William left the balcony and navigated back through the party. He passed by several groups of students, caught fragments of conversations about families and politics and academy drama. It was overwhelming in a way that combat training never was.

He made it outside and started walking back toward campus. The night air was cool and quiet compared to the noise of the party. He could still hear the music faintly in the distance.

William was so absorbed in his thoughts that he almost didn’t notice the figure watching him from the shadows near the academy gates.

When he finally looked up, he caught a glimpse of someone standing in the darkness, too far away to identify clearly. They were just standing there, watching him.

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