Zenith Prep Academy นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“All the power of this world is in the hands of the pavilions. I think the strongest martial artist of Zenith Sun City is only in the innate level, and that it’s the city master of the Zenith Sun City, who’s in the intermediate stage of the innate level. The masters who are in the premium stage of the innate level or stronger than this level have remained in the pavilion. After all, only the pavilion has a large amount of resources to support their training. To be frank, Zenith Sun City is only a city of commoners.” Fane slowly nodded.

That was the timeline she gave me—if not directly, then through the carefully chosen words in that handwritten letter she sent. So I gave her the time. A full year. In that time, I restructured Zenith from the ground up. I scrapped the old pitch, rebuilt it with strategy and intention. I even turned down meetings with other gourmet brands. Out of respect. Out of principle. Zenith would have one first client. Harvest Bloom. That was the plan. And now, they weren’t even opening our emails. I stared at the screen, blinking. The cursor hovered over the refreshed tab. Still nothing.

“Welcome home.” Zeke raised a hand to silence the celebration, facing the crowd. “There’s more,” he announced and my stomach tightened again. Zeke stepped forward until he stood right in front of me. His gaze softened, not much, but enough to surprise me. It was an expression I hadn't seen before. “You said you wanted something new,” he said. “A life with purpose.” I nodded, still breathless from the pain. “There’s a rogue faction two borders from here, Sablethorn. They have the last active healer academy still standing after the eastern collapse.” He paused. “If you commit to us, we will sponsor your full training there. Your education, your housing…everything.”

"I'm Miss Pennyworth. For the past twenty years that I've been working in this great school, Apex Academy has only admitted students at the beginning of every school year, not during the last semester. Now I don't know whose leash your mate has to yank to get the directors to break one of the school's oldest rules by forcing my hand into giving you an interview but I'll have you know that this great institution admits its students based on merits and not because of their mates or father's influences.