The buildings were purple-gray, dark and solemn. Although the campus was lush with flowers and grass, there was a thick atmosphere of solemnity.
The first month of new students was military training, starting with the need to set aside all external glamour and luxury.
Wilhelmina changed into a blue-black training uniform, tucking her pants into military boots. She had cut her waist-length golden hair short before enrollment, now perfect for a neat ponytail.
The girl in the mirror had a delicate face, and the loose uniform made her look small, a typical military academy rookie.
The school still provided some conveniences for royal children; Wilhelmina could once again share a dormitory with Angela. Angela had always been taller and developed earlier, with her body showing curves. She tightened her belt, tilted her cap, and walked forward, drawing whistles from many boys.
“Look at this military training schedule,” Angela said. “How unscientific! Why is the meal time only fifteen minutes? Chewing slowly is good for digestion!”
Eating quickly is bad for the stomach! Why are there emergency assemblies in the middle of the night? Sleep is important for the skin!
“Darling, this is a military academy,” Wilhelmina said as she helped Angela tidy up the room. “If you wanted beauty sleep, you should have stayed at the Odin Academy. If you don’t learn to organize your things, the instructor will have your life during training.”
“I just want to enter the medical academy!” Angela lay on the bed, sighing loudly. “I just need to stand in front of the operating table with a scalpel. Why do I have to run ten kilometers with a big bag?”
Wilhelmina sighed and lay down next to her. “My grandfather’s health is getting worse.”
Angela glanced at her. “No wonder the Emperor hasn’t appeared in the media for a long time. My parents say he might be ill again.”
“It’s hereditary. Maybe I’ll die from it too,” Wilhelmina said candidly. “His nervous system is weakening, and he’s especially prone to falling into an endless sleep. Maybe one day, he’ll never wake up again.”
“I know this disease,” Angela said. “Those incompetent experts call it the ‘Emperor’s Disease’, right? They’re useless. I’ll get a doctorate in pathology, and my first project will be to solve this problem.”
“Oh, Dr. Garcia,” Wilhelmina giggled.
