I Regress if the Villainess Dies! Chapter 20: Chapter 19 Rozenfall(2)

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Rozenfall Academy. Throughout its existence, it had always been an impartial institution that sided with no one, yet accepted students from a plethora of other powers. A focal point of both learning and competition for those who would politically lead the future of the world. That all changed twenty years ago when the current headmaster took the mantle. He opened the doors of the academy and welcomed everyone, turning what had once been sacred and silent grounds into a bustling city, teeming with wealth comparable to the greatest capital cities in history. The academy, established to unite all of humanity, was now a hub of opportunities and ambitions for commoners and nobles alike. In Rozenfall, a white spire-like tower that seemed to reach for the heavens overlooked the city surrounding it. The people below looked like ants from such heights, beneath the gaze of those who resided at the top. A large silhouette of a man towered before the glass window overlooking the scenery beneath him. A knock sounded from behind, as the door slowly opened. “Headmaster. These are the lists of special individuals coming this year.” A woman in a formal attire spoke dismissively. She was similarly tall, with her hair tied in a neat bun, wearing tinted glasses. “Hm…” The headmaster didn’t even turn around to check, just menacingly standing. “… Are you going check it or not? I’m busy.” “…” The large man turned around with an uptight and icy glare. “Understandable. Have a great day.” “Wait! Didn’t I tell you to call me papa when we’re alone?” Reaching out his hand, he stopped the woman from leaving through some sort of invisible force. The woman’s face contorted in disgust hearing the large man’s complaints. “Screw off old man. I’m twenty-nine.” She spat with venom, clearly used with the situation. “No! You’ll always be my precious daughter! Nothing in this world changes that!” Indignant, the headmaster complained tearfully, thoroughly distorting the image of an imposing giant. “Sure, sure. I’m leaving.” “Ahem. Alright, enough messing around. Take a seat, Chancellor.” “…” Every year, the academy opened its arms to welcome new students. Sometimes formidable and famous names would appear. Other times, they were simply the usual arrogant nobles or the hardworking talents. Today, Vica was here to report whose matters had been settled and which candidates had agreed to study under the academy. It wasn’t that there were no academies in the capitals of each nation. However, those institutions focused more on sharpening their talents at a young age before eventually sending them to Rozenfall. The headmaster, looked over the profile at the top of the list. Compiled information about the ‘Special Students’ were gathered personally by the academy’s hands and given to the headmaster at the end of his ‘negotiation’ with their guardians. They couldn’t exactly conduct an investigation for each country simultaneously, making his visits significant by bringing along his very skilled and trusted investigator. At first, only surface-level information such as rumors was reported.2 Upon verification, the headmaster would personally move to visit. During and after the investigation, information was withheld until everything was concluded. Only just before the academy opened would the headmaster review the compiled information himself. “Oh? The hero’s descendant is a girl?” He had visited their secluded village by force, but at the time they had hidden the rumored descendant who possessed the strongest traits inherited from the hero. Of course, with his power and standing, they had no choice but to receive him. “Yes.” “Great, another motivation for our lively kids.” The rivalry was sure to spike, disturbing even those in the higher years who were about to graduate. Historically, a hero had never been born a noble. A hero. Such a title, carrying considerable weight, was uttered from his mouth with indifference. After all, even the heroes of history had once been merely s