Scarlet stood at the grand entrance of A.T. Academy. One of the prestigious school in their own country.

The gates alone looked like something out of a prestigious university. Black iron, polished to perfection, with the academy emblem engraved in gold at the center.

"Wow…" she muttered under her breath.

The main building rose elegantly beyond the courtyard — white stone walls, tall glass windows reflecting the morning sun, and a fountain at the center of the campus.

"And the uniform is actually comfortable," she added, smoothing the fabric of her blazer. "Luxurious material. Good tailoring."

As expected of the number one school in the city.

She waved at David as he drove off.

"Don't come running if you cry, young miss just call me okay.," he called calmly before leaving.

"I won't!" she shouted back.

Then she turned toward the entrance.

With Confidence, Posture straight.Her Expression calm as she walk on her private property..

She had walked into worse battlefields.

This was just… a prettier one.

As she stepped inside, she immediately felt it.

Eyes.

Students walking past her were subtly observing.

Some whispering.

Some pretending not to look.

Transfer student.

At this time of school.

In which class did she in?

So the news had already spread.

Of course it had.

This was A.T. Academy.

Information traveled faster than light here.

Before she could explore further, a calm voice spoke from behind her.

"You must be Scarlet Vesper. The transfer student."

She turned.

A tall boy stood a few steps away.

Neatly styled dark hair. Sharp features. Expression composed. His posture alone radiated authority without needing to raise his voice.

His eyes were quiet.Observant.

Dangerously unreadable.

Scarlet blinked once.

Handsome. Too handsome.

But not in a flashy way.

The type who never wasted movement always prepare for everything.

"Yes," she replied smoothly. "And you are?"

He stepped forward slightly.

" Blake Ralnar. Member of the Student Council."

Ah.

That explained the aura.

He extended a tablet toward her.

"I've been assigned to guide you today."

Assigned to escort?Interesting.

"So important?" she teased lightly.

He didn't react.

"It's standard protocol for transfer students."

Flatly spoke with profession.

She smiled faintly.

"I see."

He gestured for her to follow.

"I'll take you to your classroom first. After classes, I'll show you around the campus."

As they walked, Scarlet quietly observed her surroundings.

The students here were different, not like her previous one..Confident in their own way, Polished And watchful.

Blake spoke calmly as they walked.

"At A.T. Academy, the Student Council governs internal affairs."

She raised a brow. "Meaning?"

"Teachers do not interfere in student matters unless absolutely necessary."

She hummed.

"So you're saying this school runs on student authority?"

"Yes."

"The highest authority below the board is the Student Council."

Scarlet's lips curved slightly.

Interesting system.

"So if someone bullies someone?" she asked casually.

"It is handled internally."

"And if the council fails?"

His gaze shifted slightly toward her.

"It doesn't."

 This was Confidence.

Not arrogance that comes from power..

She studied him briefly.

This school wasn't just elite academically.

It was political.

It has Power hierarchies.

Influence over every student.

Hidden alliances may be formed.

A smaller version of the corporate battlefield created by this school to train students manage these affairs in better way in the real world..

Her fingers twitched slightly.

Excitement stirred beneath her calm face.

Good.

Very good.

This was the perfect place to sharpen herself.

They stopped in front of a classroom.

Blake opened the door.

Conversations inside paused instantly.

Thirty pairs of eyes turned toward her.

Scarlet stepped in.

Calm.

Controlled.

Unbothered.

The teacher nodded.

"This is the transfer student. She will be joining your class from today onward."

Scarlet ignored them.

She scanned the room.

"Introduce yourself," the teacher said.

Scarlet turned toward the class.

"My name is Scarlet Vesper," she said clearly. "Please take care of me."

Whispers spread across the room.

"Vesper?"

"That Vesper?"

"She's the heir of that family, right?"

Teacher assigned her the seat on fifth riw at the end because it was free at that time.