"What?!" Amelia's eyes narrowed, her sharp tone cutting. "Do you mean the Golden Heir himself must sleep under the stars like a beggar?"
Sophia frowned, her voice soft but heavy. "Surely there must be exception…"
Even Bai Qi tightened her hands around Kent's sleeve. "This is humiliation."
Fatty Ben roared furiously, stamping his foot. "Outrageous! Brother Kent is the Golden Heir! If he sleeps in the garden, then I'll set fire to the kitchen! What sort of place dishonors their heir like this?!"
The servant lady's expression didn't flicker. "Golden-Heir or not, rules are rules. The academy doesn't bend for pride. Until a mountain accepts you, you are nothing more than guests—guests earn-nothing here."
Her words cut sharper than swords. Even the Dragon Twin Sisters hissed, their scales crackling faintly.
Kent's eyes, calm as still water, fixed on the woman. "And if I wish to pay?"
