I'm the King Of Technology

Bam!

The doors opened fiercely, and in came the haggard Tilda.

"You're 2 minutes early, Miss Dina."

Gulp.

Tilda quickly adjusted herself, giving a deep bow to the Military lecturer before her.

"I apologize for my tardiness, Teacher Botu."

That's right.

Her teachers were the same military lecturers who taught the soldiers in classrooms.

And for Tilda's matter, they treated it similar to a mission.

Secrecy was of the utmost importance here and out of the corners of these walls; no one was to know they had taught Tilda in any way.

She was their mission target. And every one of her teachers was all determined to do their best!

Tilda thinned her lips, understanding her mistake.

Though she was 2 minutes earlier than the appointed class time, it was still bad for her to arrive this late.

She should be here 10~30 minutes before the class begins, giving her ample time to make out her books or writing material.

Being late because of directional reasons wasn't good enough.

Yesterday, she was escorted past the many similar hallways, making many turns to get to this hidden classroom.

And today, she did wake up earlier than usual to figure things out.

However, once she got into the building, she still got lost.

Typically, it was always around Wednesdays and Thursdays that she would be able to master the route without a synch.

However, class locations kept changing at the start of every week.

And her timely arrival only meant that she still hadn't trained her brain to its full potential.

Do you think they, the soldiers, assassins and everyone else were born with eidetic memories?

Perfumers could train their sense of smell to pick out every ingredient used.

Food tasters could train their tongues to feel and know every ingredient given.

Likewise, the brain in this era was too essential. They could master things and hardly forget because of their training.

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In fact, in the first days of the week after being escorted, she should've been able to find her way without getting lost.

If one were kidnapped with eyes closed, they, the guards, would still know how to escape.

Left, right, left, left... Calculate pace, seconds at heart and many other clues.

Again, even if they made all hallways similar, no 2 things in this world could ever be the same.

Even the processed food packages of the same product weren't the same after being passed through human hands.

Food cans or even printers get stretched, and other objects get wrinkled or damaged instead.

Likewise, the hallways had flaws. Look for them, and the rest was history.

If she was going to be a monarch, a simple: 'I got lost' actually said a lot about what she lacked.

Her observational sight and reaction were just too poor.

Botu glanced at the very well-mannered lady, inwardly sighing at heart.

They had a long, long, long, very long way to go.

"Take your seat."

"Yes, teacher," Tilda replied, trying not to feel down.

She had indeed gotten better over the many months. But she knew she was still weak.

~Ahh!

Tilda ran her fingers underneath her hair, touching her neck in displeasure.

Something was heating up behind her neck.

It stung. It stung bitterly.

Eh? Could a mosquito have bitten her?

Tilda was concerned but decided to brush it off.

For now, she had to focus on her lectures.

But little did she know that her bloodline had been awakened!

And in another building, Paula, who was getting ready to leave the palace, also felt a burn at the back of her neck... Though hers was much stronger.

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Dizzy... Dizzy...

Bam!

The guards were shocked beyond belief.

"Mrs. Paige? Mrs. PAIGE, are you alright? Quick, get the stay-in nurses over and contact the royal doctor!"

Many couldn't understand what went wrong with his Paige.

One minute she was up, looking good and rosy, and in the next, her face was pale, and her body began to weaken.

Paula's eyes grew blurry, listening to the many concerned voices.

No... It's happening again!

Paula had never understood why she would sometimes have this heavy dizziness overwhelm her.

However, when she was younger, she had a doctor check her, only to say she was down with a fever.

At first, she believed it. But what sort of fever would keep coming so strategically?

Again, after coming to Baymard, she had done a full body check, but luckily she only had a few minor issues.

Yet, these headaches would come once a month, more potent than the last, typically late at night.

And everyone she had a checkup the next day, she would find no issues.

Paula began to sweat heavily.

This was the first time she had been attacked at night and during the day all at once.

That's right.

Last night, she had a headache.

Usually, she should be fine the next day.

But who would've known that she would have another surprise attack out of nowhere?

Paula gripped the guard who held her, whispering her final words before falling into a deep sleep.

"Please don't tell Dina... She has a lot of classes today."

Plop.

She was out.

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Tick-Tock. Tick-Tock.

The steady sounds of ticking resounded in Paula's ears.

'Eh? Where... What happened to me?'

Paula groaned and shook ever so slowly, finally waking up from her predicament.

Her senses returned one by one. And after a few flutters, the blurry film before her became apparent.

Awake. Awake. Awake.

"Quick! Inform the doctor! The patient is awake!"

Paula heard

The voices were mumbled when reaching her ears; the more Paula tried to steady herself.

With one hand to her head and one on the side bed, she leaned up with the support of the nearby nurses.

"Mrs. Paula... Try not to strain yourself."

"That's right. Please just relax."

"Hmmm..."

She replied.

And soon, the doctor arrived, accompanied by his majesty.

Landon narrowed his eyes profoundly.

['Host, it's her bloodline.... It's linked to the Holy Core!']