The Mafia Heiress's Comeback: She's More Than You Think novel Chapter 6

Chapter 6 The Royal Military Academy

Silence fell over the room.

To think Maren could graduate from the esteemed Royal Military Academy in just three days was unheard of–no one in the academy’s history had ever accomplished such a feat.

The academy itself was among the nation’s most revered educational institutions, with a mere 10% of its students ever

reaching graduation under its rigorous standards.

The idea that Maren would soon complete such a formidable program was astounding.

And to dismiss the academy’s premier combat course as merely an entry–level session? The notion was almost comical.

Did one successful moment against Wilbur suddenly make her a combat master?

Nadia had to stifle a laugh.

Ashton and the three brothers displayed clear skepticism.

If this was Maren’s belief, let her be. It would only prove how out of reach those shares really were for her.

“Very well, Maren. You’ve made your declaration. I hold you to it,” Ashton responded.

Once back in her room, Maren deftly located her student ID card from a drawer, handling it with a familiarity born of

routine.

She murmured, “Lucky I kept this. The Royal Military Academy? That explains why the academy’s name rang a bell when

Blue Falcon mentioned it.”

It turned out she and Stormclaw were both connected to the same institution.

Maren chuckled. It was time for a reunion with an old friend she hadn’t seen in years.

After a brisk cold shower, Maren dressed in a streamlined black outfit and tucked her student ID into her pocket. She then

made her way downstairs and out of the house.

She reached the Royal Military Academy at ten o’clock in the morning.

The grand historical buildings of the academy stood imposingly, their venerable architecture a testament to a century of

military excellence, right in the pulsing heart of Baimsa.

The lively sounds of intense training sessions filled the air.

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Chapter 6 The Royal Military Academy

“Who would’ve guessed that Stormclaw, a lover of peace, would choose such an energetic sanctuary?” Maren muttered, looking up at the bold inscription “Royal Military Academy” on the entrance plaque. She presented her student ID and crossed into the campus.

At that moment, the academy’s annual combat skills assessment was taking place on the large sports field.

“Fantastic kick!”

“Wilbur, that was a spectacular display! You’re definitely the top fighter in our academy! What a powerful kick!”

The spacious sports field bustled with students clad in military garb, yet only one stood confidently alone at the center.

Before him, a sandbag he had kicked soared four meters into the air before plummeting back down, drawing a wave of applause from the onlookers.

This exceptional student was Wilbur.

“Four meters up–that’s almost like reaching another floor! Perfect score! Wilbur’s kick is phenomenal. Its accuracy and strength are simply stunning!”

“Looks like Wilbur is set to take today’s top honors in the assessment!”

As the cheers continued, Wilbur stepped off the platform.

Nearby, Nadia moved closer to him, her eyes shining with admiration for Wilbur’s commanding presence. “Wilbur, you’re incredible! only managed to send that sandbag up two meters, but you doubled that!”

With a gentle pat on her head, Wilbur responded, “Nadia, reaching two meters is impressive for a girl like you.”

“Exactly, Nadia, you’re selling yourself short! Among the elites of the Baimsa Royal Trinity, you’re a standout. And to think you’ve only been here a short while and can already kick two meters. You’re making us long–timers look bad!”

Others around them joined in lauding her efforts.

Nadia bowed her head modestly. “Thank you, but really, I’ve just put in a bit of extra work.”

“Truly, Wilbur and Nadia are a match made in destiny’s own design. Your talents are exceptional, and as heirs to prominent families, your accomplishments at such young ages are remarkable. United, there’s no stopping what you both can achieve!” Hannah Martinez, Nadia’s friend, enthused, sparking excitement among the spectators.

The crowd burst into applause and cheers in response.

Feeling somewhat shy from the compliments, Nadia responded, “Oh, Hannah, please don’t make such claims. I’m merely an illegitimate daughter. The family legacy will likely be inherited by my brothers and Maren.”

Hannah, a longtime advocate and the architect behind Nadia’s public persona, had effectively positioned Nadia as the standout member of the Morgan family, regarded by Baimsa’s elite as the most outstanding daughter.

Nadia’s demeanor, humble and unassuming, had consistently drawn accolades and enhanced her image across social circles.

This approach had been a key element of Nadia’s strategy to solidify her status.

In the past, such modest utterances from Nadia would prompt the surrounding people to disparage Maren.

This time, however, was different.

“You acknowledge being just an illegitimate daughter? Aware that you have no rightful claim to the inheritance, perhaps

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