The Wolf Servant

Chapter 2: Uniforms and Caps.

19 years later.

The year 2580, autumn.

It is the most bustling time of the year for the empire, as the Imperial Royal Knight Academy welcomes a new batch of young future stars. Located on the central planet Troy in the first interstellar region of the empire, it is the best military academy in the empire. Here, it offers all the popular and high-paying majors such as mecha special research, mecha science, ancient strategy, modern technology development, military management, geology, astronomy, and interstellar development. It has cultivated several generations of imperial leaders and outstanding military officers. The high tuition fees and strict academic requirements keep 98% of ordinary people out.

In the Imperial Royal Knight Academy, you might turn your head and find that the seemingly ordinary person next to you is actually related to a former queen of the empire through a convoluted family tree. It's not unusual to bump into descendants of imperial and noble families.

Or it could be a genius born from the common people, who has passed through numerous tests and challenges to earn a full scholarship to stay here, thus stepping onto the first rung of the ladder to a successful life.

Among such a gathering of influential figures, this year's new students naturally include such prominent individuals—among the new students with various noble and royal bloodlines, the most attention-grabbing is undoubtedly the youngest son of the Lancelot family, Arthur•Lancelot.

As the youngest child of the Lancelot family, Arthur was raised like a star—it is said that due to a secret obsession of the old Lancelot general, young master Arthur was very well protected and had a sheltered childhood. His seven alpha siblings also doted on him excessively.

Although Arthur himself is an alpha.

But rumors say that the old Lancelot general was way too indulgent with him, even going so far as to use his authority to exempt him from the "Seven Days Survival" drill that every noble of the wolf clan must undergo at the age of twelve. While his peers struggled to survive in the desolate, chaotic hell, he lounged on a large, soft sofa at home, listlessly sipping drinks and playing games.

As a result, the outside world began to circulate the "Lancelot family's youngest son is a waste" theory, which also sparked a wave of "Lancelot family decline in peacetime" theories.

It wasn't until Arthur's eldest sister, Lillith•Lancelot, hacked through the uncharted 18th sector, opening new routes and expanding the empire's territory, that people finally shut their mouths.

Arthur himself was well aware of these rumors.

And he scoffed at them.

…

In the waiting lounge where new students gathered, every young face was filled with excitement. Different hair and eye colors symbolized different family honors and bloodlines. When they wore the uniform white military academy uniforms symbolizing freshmen and put on black caps, they had a new identity: official students of the Imperial Royal Knight Academy.

The honor represented by the shiny badge on their chests made them stand tall unconsciously.

At this moment, they waited here, chatting with each other or introducing themselves, excitedly swapping info and gossip about the school they'd just seen or heard.

"Guess what, I just saw Gavin! Ahhhhhhh!"

"Gavin! Is that the Gavin?! The one from the Lancelot family—oh my god, you actually saw my husband!"

"Please take good care of my fiancé from now on."

A chorus of excited screams.

"How was it, how was it?"

"He's even more handsome and aloof in person than on TV."

"Was that Senior Lancelot? I saw him when my helicopter landed on the helipad. It's only the first day of school, and someone is already standing there checking appearance and demeanor—I saw him reprimand a sophomore who forgot to bring his cape, and I think it's better not to provoke him, right?"

"You guys know nothing!"

"Ahhhhhhhh, I'm so envious! I almost drowned in his azure eyes... If he told me 'unpresentable, deduct discipline points,' I would definitely go weak at the knees... I dream about this every night!"

Another chorus of excited screams.

The girls nearby were all in an uproar.

And not far from them, by the window, a black-haired boy leaned against the wall, as if he hadn't heard these noisy discussions, remaining silent from beginning to end.

The boy had a high nose and slightly curly black hair, and what was most rare was that his eyes were also black. With a straight nose, thin lips, and delicate features that left a deep impression, it was easy to imagine that one of his parents must have the purest Eastern bloodline... He had slender limbs and a tall, slender figure, and the white military uniform perfectly outlined his narrow waist and firm buttocks.

Ever since he walked into the lounge, many eyes had been scanning him, and the whispers around him never stopped—

"Why talk about Gavin, it's hard to get him to say a word, let's look at that beta by the window, oh my god, he's so cute!"

"Cute, want to do him."

"Oh, he's really good-looking, my s****l orientation is having issues."

"Shut up, it's natural for an alpha to marry a beta... what kind of s****l orientation issue is that? I don't acknowledge it."

"You guys have bad eyesight, did you see his nape, straight and long, he's an alpha."

"An alpha?! What the heck?!"

"Tell you a better news, not only is he an alpha, he's also Arthur•Lancelot."

"…Fuck!"

With a meaningful curse, the whispers came to an end.

Then these people also joined the excited discussion about another member of the Lancelot family.

Still treating others' discussions as background noise, as if they weren't talking about him, Arthur•Lancelot absentmindedly spun the black military cap in his hand, his eyes half-closed, his gaze cold and focused on the senior students gathering in the assembly hall outside the window—they wore military uniforms of different colors representing different grades to distinguish their identities. Among them, those wearing the black uniforms closest to the imperial regular army were the fourth-year students who would graduate and enter the military.

Arthur's gaze was always fixed on a blonde, blue-eyed fourth-year student.

From his angle, he could clearly see that the young man in the black uniform always stood at the front of the line, as if his mere presence was an invisible deterrent, and few dared to approach him to talk...

Gavin•Lancelot.

The adopted son of the Lancelot family, the best investment of General Lancelot in his lifetime, the future star of the empire, the student leader of the Royal Knights Academy, the perfect dream lover of girls—

Everything was so perfect.

Unfortunately.

This "perfect person" was destined to be a follower rather than a leader, because Gavin•Lancelot was a beta.

A beta student leader who outshone all the other outstanding alphas in the school.

In his hand at this moment was the conduct score recorder that recorded the names of all the students in the school. At this time, unless one had a hundred percent confidence, no one would go up to seek trouble.

Arthur: "……"

The spinning hat stopped in his hand.

His gaze lingered on the man's meticulously lowered black military cap brim for a few seconds.

Arthur withdrew his gaze, jumped off the windowsill, and casually stuffed the hat into his personal locker. Just as he closed the locker door, the assembly bell rang, and the freshmen were stunned for a moment, instinctively straightened their uniforms and adjusted their caps, then rushed out of the door in a swarm, eager to head to the freshman assembly point...

At the end of the crowd.

Arthur had his hands in the pockets of his military school uniform, with his slightly curly black hair, he followed the crowd to the open gathering place.

In the sea of heads, everyone wore the same style of black school military caps, and Arthur, standing at the back, with his black, slightly curly hair, was extremely eye-catching.

Standing slightly higher at the front, Gavin, who was in charge of supervising everyone's appearance and demeanor on the first day of school, naturally saw him at a glance—

The hand wearing a black leather glove silently clenched the instrument that recorded the students' conduct scores. Gavin paused for a moment, then stepped down from the platform and walked towards the freshmen... As he took the first step towards the crowd, the freshmen parted like the Red Sea, giving him a path out of admiration and fear.

At the other end of the path, Arthur was looking down at his phone, sending short messages.

Until he felt a shadow cast over him, his fingers that were moving quickly on the phone paused, and he looked up at the young man who was a head taller than him—

Even among alphas, Gavin was of a tall stature. Not without suspicion, before he came of age, General Lancelot took him for three physical examinations a year, and it was only when the blood test results consistently showed "beta" that the old man finally gave up that hope...

At present, slightly raising his chin to look at the person in front of him, Arthur curled his lips, his tone definitely not respectful, distant and cold, asking the tall student leader in front of him, "What can I do for you?"

Gavin looked into those black eyes, filled with arrogance.

The fingertips holding the instrument almost imperceptibly twitched, and he said in a deep voice, "Arthur•Lancelot, where's your hat?"

Being called by his full name, Arthur felt a bit novel... but he didn't say anything, just raised his hand to touch his head, "Oh," he said with a smile, "I forgot it at home, Gavin, what should I do?"

As Arthur finished speaking, there was a dead silence around.

In the midst of the "he's dead for sure," "he dared to call Senior Lancelot by his first name," "he dared to talk to Gavin like that," "he won't see the sun tomorrow," "mourning" death stares, the next scene that completely dumbfounded everyone appeared—

Gavin's ice-blue eyes stared at Arthur for a few seconds, then he sighed, took off the hat on his head that was still warm with his body heat, and put it on the boy's slightly curly black hair.

Then he took out the conduct recorder.

Immediately, the cold voice of the machine echoed throughout the dead silent gathering place—

"Name, Gavin•Lancelot, fourth year.

Identity: Outstanding student representative, student leader, student council advisor.

Date: September 11, 2580, 9:08 am, cumulative conduct score, one hundred points.

Due to—

Not wearing a military cap.

Improper attire.

Deduct, four points.

Date: September 11, 2580, 9:09 am, cumulative conduct score, ninety-six points.

Today is the first day of school, students with a cumulative conduct score below sixty points will be subject to severe punishment from the school, please Gavin•Lancelot pay attention to the norms of behavior."

A few seconds of silence.

Then, a buzz.

The gathering hall exploded.

"I'll help you get ready before you go out tomorrow," ignoring the commotion around him, Gavin looked at the boy in front of him with a playful expression, saying in a calm tone, "Young master."