A False Heiress's Guide to Love and Power

As soon as the words left her mouth, everyone crowded around, and teasing voices. filled the room once again.

“Honestly, we used to complain that the school’s rewards were useless and called them stingy, but it looks like they might be worth something after all.”

“Hey, Class President, don’t we have an ‘Outstanding Student‘ award and a ‘Financial Aid Scholarship‘ up for grabs? No one’s ever claimed them before, but now that we finally have someone in need in our class, shouldn’t we put them to good use?”

“I can’t believe I’m actually witnessing the day Alessia qualifies for financial aid. I finally have something to brag about in front of her!”

“Alessia, please, be my tutor! I’ll pay you double the market rate–no, five times as much!”

Everyone’s voices and gestures were so over–the–top that Alessia couldn’t help but laugh, though she looked helpless as she tried to rein them in. “Alright, that’s enough out of you. Don’t you already ask me enough questions? Cut it out now, any more and it’ll just be rude.”

The class was buzzing with noise, so much so that no one noticed when the homeroom teacher walked in.

“First day back and you’re already making a racket. What kind of example is this?”

that didn’t mean these students were any different from those at regular schools. Those who feared teachers still did, and no one looked down on the staff or dared to challenge them, no matter

disrespecting teachers or staff. At an ordinary school, students might get away with a bit of attitude, but this school was founded by

rules–but they disappeared without a trace. Once might be a coincidence, but when it happened again and again, it became clear: expulsion was the least of your worries. If you

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disaster.

Aristocrat Academy was full of spoiled rich kids, coasting through

really were. For most people, grades were their only way forward. Here, students had to master

subjects–horseback riding, aesthetics, economics, and a dozen other disciplines all counted. A city–wide ranking didn’t mean half as much as your standing in the

family went bankrupt, said everything. In this school, your ranking mattered more than your bloodline. In this class, two–thirds of the students were future heirs to their families–every alliance and rivalry was carefully weighed. The more talented friends you made, the stronger your network, and the better

the first day, so I’ll let it slide. We’ve been together a long time–let’s help each other out

“No problem!”

One more thing: we have a new student