Chapter 353: You Won’t Understand Since You’re A Tomboy

Nicole lazily looked at the road that led to Limeburgh Town from the top of one of the Academy's viewing towers. S~eaʀᴄh the NôvelFire(.)net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

She arrived at the academy a day ago after spending some time with her family.

During their gathering, the Heir Wars were mentioned once again, and her Grandfather stated that the official start of their competition would begin this year.

The Main and Branch Families of the Asta Clan would all be participating in this event, which would then give birth to the future leader of their family, who would hold the same power as their Patriarch.

The rules of the competition were simple.

Anyone below the age of twenty-five years old could participate, with the exception of those below ten years old. They were grooming the younger generation of the Asta Lineage, forcing them to excel in any way that they could.

They would then compete through a Merit System, where they would earn points depending on the contribution that they made to the family, as well as achieve accomplishments that they could convert into Merit Points.

These accomplishments included conquering Dungeons, setting new records, and anything else that would make the Asta Family's name resound far and wide in the Human Kingdom, as well as the other Kingdoms in the Shire Continent.

Truth be told, Nicole didn't want to participate in the Heir Wars. But, since she was born into the Asta Family, she was duty-bound to play her part, regardless of whether she liked it or not.

Nicole didn't dislike her family.

In fact, she was even thankful for being born into it.

The only thing that she didn't like was that she was born in the era when the first Heir Wars was held, which led her parents to have great expectations of her.

"Expectations, huh?" Nicole sighed as she shook her head helplessly.

Although she was one of the most talented members of the young generation, the fact remained that she was still a lady.

Either she performed well and gained the recognition of the entire family, allowing her to live her life the way she wanted, or be used as a political tool that would be married off to an influential High-Ranking Noble Family to benefit the Asta Family.

Nicole didn't want to lose her freedom, and she would do anything to keep it.

Even if she didn't win the Heir Wars, as long as she was able to contribute to the family, her achievements would be recognized.

Because of this, she needed to show the Patriarch that she could bring the family to greater heights by becoming one of the Magistratus, who held an important role in the order of the Wizarding World.

Nicole looked through the telescope of the viewing platform and saw students make their way to return to the academy.

There were still two days before the classes started, but there were many students who had decided to return early.

Nicole saw some of her friends, as well as acquaintances, arrive at the Academy Gates.

She even saw a grumpy-looking Lily, riding on her flying broom.

As if sensing that someone was watching her, the cutest, arguably the most popular witch among the First Years glanced in Nicole's direction and frowned.

She even made a beeline toward the tower in order to identify who was looking at her and snorted when she discovered that it was Nicole who was watching her through the telescope.

"Well, well, well. It seems that I'm not the only one who wasn't too happy to see their family," Nicole said with a smile on her face. "Happy New Year, Lily."

"Happy New Year to you, too, Nicole," Lily replied. "Did you arrive just now?"

"No. I arrived yesterday. I couldn't bear to stay in that house a day longer than necessary."

"And here I thought that the Asta Family was just one of those ordinary Knight Families who thought about honor and their family's heritage. It seems that living in that kind of family has its problems as well."

"Tell me about it." Nicole shook her head. "Go on and return to your Manor. I'm sure that your fans will be more than happy to see their Goddess return. If they only knew that the apple of their eye had already been plucked and eaten by a Dud, they would definitely make things difficult for Ethan."

There was no one on the viewing platform aside from Nicole and Lily, so the pink-haired beauty didn't hold back and said what was on her mind.

"… Has he arrived?" Lily asked after hearing the young man's name.

"Look at you. The moment I mention his name, the first thing you ask is if he has already arrived," Nicole said in a teasing tone. "Is this what love is like?"

"You wouldn't understand since you're a tomboy," Lily replied.

"Well, I do admit that I am attracted to both handsome guys and beautiful girls," Nicole smirked. "It's a shame that the ones I have my eyes on either have girlfriends or have become Ethan's girlfriends, you included."

"Very funny."

"Hey! This is the part where you should be laughing."

Lily shook her head helplessly. Although she could pinpoint Ethan's exact whereabouts, she could only do it when she was in a meditative state.

Right now, she wasn't using this ability, so she had no idea whether Ethan had already arrived or not.

Nicole once again resumed looking through her telescope, just in time to see three black specks on the horizon flying toward Brynhildr Academy.

Without even saying a word, Nicole summoned her flying broom and flew towards the three people, whom he had been waiting for to arrive.

Lily was surprised by Nicole's sudden action, so she looked in the direction where her friend was headed.

Suddenly, a familiar connection tugged at her heart, making her understand why Nicole suddenly rushed out like that.

"He's here," Lily thought with a smile before following behind Nicole to meet with her beloved, whom she hadn't seen for the past few weeks.

She needed to tell him that her mother and older brothers would soon come knocking on the doors of the academy in order to see the young man who didn't accompany Lily to her homeland during the Winter Break.