Reborn as the General's Useless Daughter-Chapter 320: The Tri-Academy Exchange Arc (Part-12)

Reesa and the others were equally dumbfounded. Their mouths hung slightly open as they stared at the pile in Zora’s hands. This was no longer just "rich"... this was outright outrageous.

Zora casually picked up one inscription and waved it in front of Caius’s eyes. "Isn’t this the inscription you were so proud of?"

As she spoke, she tossed it lightly between her fingers, her tone indifferent. "I always thought the effect of this inscription was rather ordinary. If used on a weapon, it even affects the weapon’s long-term growth. That’s why I never bothered to use it."

She paused briefly, then smiled faintly. "I really didn’t expect that you’d treat such an ordinary thing like a treasure. If I hadn’t taken it out today, you might never have realized how big this world really is."

With that, she handed the inscription to Reesa and the others, her expression tinged with mild regret. "If I’d known earlier, I would’ve given these to you sooner. That way, some people wouldn’t be getting carried away and making a fool of themselves."

Truthfully, Zora did feel a little regretful. Back then, she had drawn these inscriptions purely as practice, without fully understanding their combat value.

Had she known the outcome, she would have distributed them long ago. At the very least, Marcus wouldn’t have lost to Caius because of an inscription.

Marcus and the others took the inscriptions with trembling hands, staring at them as though they were priceless relics. Their eyes were filled with disbelief.

They had always known that Zora was extravagantly wealthy when it came to medicinal potions. What they never imagined was that she was just as terrifyingly wealthy when it came to inscriptions.

Who in this world treated inscriptions like this?

Aside from Zora, there probably wasn’t a second person.

The Spirit Warriors of Lunar Academy felt their hearts take a heavy blow. They had already witnessed how powerful Caius’s inscription was, and many of them had felt deep envy.

Yet now, Zora had casually taken out a stack of them. Even if she gave one to every single person from the academy, she would still have leftovers.

This wasn’t just against the heavens... it was downright crushing.

What kind of monster had the academy recruited this time?

Even those as composed as Ragnor Blackstar couldn’t help but show traces of shock. Even for the royal family, producing so many inscriptions at once was absolutely impossible.

In that moment, the gap between them and Zora became painfully clear.

Ragnor Blackstar and Dravenor Blackstar exchanged a glance, shock written plainly in their eyes.

So many inscriptions... just who exactly was this Zora?

Even the most ordinary inscriptions were treasures that most people could only dream of obtaining. To possess so many at once, could it be that she was connected to an inscription master, or perhaps... something even more astonishing?

Malrick, who had been sneering moments ago, could not help but stiffen. The smug smile that once lingered at the corner of his mouth had vanished without him even realizing it.

Gerrad was momentarily stunned as well. Then, the smile in his eyes slowly deepened. This Zora truly managed to surprise him at every turn.

Yet a doubt quietly surfaced in his mind. There were no known inscription masters in Heavenly City. So how had Zora known that Caius’s inscription came from there?

A thoughtful glimmer flashed across Gerrad’s eyes. Whoever had drawn these inscriptions must have had a close connection to Zora. Otherwise, it would be impossible for her to possess so many.

"Vice Principal Malrick," Gerrad said with a faint smile, "it seems you may have misjudged things this time."

This single sentence was enough to tip the balance. Gerrad had clearly won this silent exchange.

Malrick’s expression darkened. What Zora had done was something no one could have anticipated. With such an overwhelming display, even he had no room left to mock or argue. As a vice president, it was even more inappropriate for him to dwell on the matter, so he could only swallow his frustration.

Cindral glanced at Malrick, then shifted his gaze back to Zora. According to the information they had gathered, Zora was the academy’s trump card.

Previously, although she had advanced, Ophelia had been defeated too quickly to truly test her. Now, however, it was clear that this young woman was anything but simple.

"Zora," Marcus asked hesitantly, still somewhat dazed, "are you... Are you really giving these inscriptions to us?"

Although Zora’s actions already answered the question, he still couldn’t help but ask. After all, inscriptions were even more precious than potions. Could they really accept something so valuable so easily?

Zora nodded lightly, her expression calm and her smile gentle. "Of course."

"Zora, this is far too valuable. We really can’t..." Raphael began, instinctively trying to refuse.

Before he could finish, Zora interrupted him. "We’re friends. There’s no need to be so polite."

"But still..." Raphael hesitated. Even the most ordinary inscriptions were rare on the market, let alone one with such powerful effects.

Zora waved her hand dismissively. "These inscriptions aren’t worth much to me. There’s no need to feel burdened. Besides, they’ll be very helpful in the next round of matches."

Hearing this, Raphael finally fell silent and nodded. Right now, nothing mattered more than the upcoming battle.

Reesa didn’t even know what to say anymore. The only thought in her mind was this: being friends with a local tyrant felt unbelievably good.

Tiffany and the others stared at the inscriptions in their hands, gratitude swelling in their hearts. If it were anyone else, such generosity would be unthinkable.

But Zora had done it without hesitation, as though giving away priceless treasures were the most natural thing in the world.

This scene, however, felt entirely different to the students of Lunar Academy.

Everyone knew how precious inscriptions were. Yet Zora gave them away as casually as handing out sweets. Just how deep were her reserves?

When they recalled how, that very day in Sapphire’s Exchange, Zora had unhesitatingly handed an inscription to Alaric Von Seraph, many of them had thought she was deliberately putting on a show of generosity.

Now it was clear. She was not being generous at all. She simply did not care.

Among Lunar Academy’s team, Caius was known as the one with the deepest pockets. Even so, he had been so proud of that single inscription, flaunting it at every turn. Though he claimed it was "not expensive," anyone with eyes could see from his attitude that it had cost him dearly.

Yet when compared to Zora, the gap between them was painfully obvious.

It was like the moment at the inn, when so-called local tyrants ran into a true one. The difference was immediate and humiliating.

"My heavens, I always thought the academy was poor and declining. Who would have guessed their students are this rich?"

"Being teammates with Zora is incredible. Any one of those inscriptions could sell for an astronomical price!"

"That Caius from Lunar Academy really is a joke. Showing off over one inscription and acting like the king of the world!"

The mockery came from all directions, sharp and relentless.

Truth be told, Caius’s earlier behavior had already rubbed many people the wrong way. Showing off was one thing, but there had to be limits. Acting as if he owned the heavens themselves was simply distasteful.

Now, with Zora’s effortless display, his arrogance had been smashed flat.

Feeling countless gazes land on him, Caius’s face darkened to an ugly shade. He wanted to argue, but no words would come.

His elders had only acquired three inscriptions at the auction. Who could have imagined that Zora possessed an entire stack?

Worse still, she had calmly declared that the inscription was not expensive.

He had never used that inscription before precisely because he believed that cheap inscriptions could not be powerful. Who would have thought its effect would be so astonishing?

Earlier, when questioned, vanity had gotten the better of him. He had exaggerated its value, making it sound priceless.

Now, every word of that boasting had turned into a slap across his own face.

Even if he tried to explain himself now, no one would believe him.

What he truly couldn’t understand was this: if the person who drew these inscriptions was so skilled, why had they sold them so cheaply in the first place?

Was there really someone in this world who cared so little about money?

If Zora knew what Caius was thinking, she would likely laugh until her stomach hurt. When she had set the auction price, she had merely been testing the waters. She had never truly considered their value at all.

Zora raised an eyebrow slightly and looked at Caius with a half-smile that was anything but warm. Her tone was casual, almost lazy.

"I seem to recall someone saying they’d destroy their weapon?"

The moment her words fell, Caius’s face flushed a deep red.

Only then did he realize that he had dug a pit with his own hands and leapt straight into it.