Although Meereen had already held registration for the academy, the crowds were still enormous today, with most applicants coming from outside the city.
There were even applicants from Yunkai and Astapor. Many of those who came from those two cities had already registered locally.
They had heard that Meereen was about to officially establish the academy, while Yunkai and Astapor would not open their branch schools until the Meereen academy was fully up and running. Those unwilling to wait had simply come to Meereen first.
The date for the academy's official opening had been announced half a month in advance, and many of today's applicants had traveled here because of its growing reputation.
Most of those registering for the Government Administration program were relatives of nobles or slave masters. Having some experience managing family affairs, they found it easier to learn administrative work.
Five registration tables had been set up at the venue, one for each subject, with the respective department head overseeing each table.
However, they were far from working alone. Students who had already been accepted into the academy had also come to help welcome and register the newcomers.
The acting head of the Medical Department was the physician Donne, who had earlier been preparing medicine for Drogon's injured leg.
At one of the tables, the painter Huntley enthusiastically registered a young artist in his twenties.
He had never expected the Art Department to be officially established so soon. As far as he knew, it had not originally been scheduled to open on the academy's inauguration day.
Only later had he learned that the heads and instructors of the other departments needed illustrations for the textbooks they were compiling. Because artists were urgently needed, the Art Department had been allowed to open ahead of schedule.
But that wasn't what excited him the most.
According to Missandei, Queen Daenerys's personal advisor, the Queen attached tremendous importance to the compilation of these books and valued every department equally.
Not only would each book list its authors, but every participating illustrator would also have their name recorded among the contributors under the title of illustrator.
Just imagining his own name and family name being preserved in books for generations filled Huntley with excitement.
He had illustrated books before, but he had only ever received a modest payment for his work. Never once had he imagined that his own name would appear inside the books themselves.
Now, after the Queen founded the academy, department heads, instructors, and illustrators would not only receive generous compensation, but their names would also be remembered by posterity.
It was something neither he nor his father and grandfather—both painters themselves—had ever dared dream of.
Physician Donne was just as excited.
When Missandei invited him to compile a medical textbook for training beginner physicians, he had never imagined that someone of his medical skill would one day write a medical text.
To prepare himself, he had even enrolled in Missandei's Language Department to improve his command of the Common Tongue.
Tyrion did not personally sit behind the registration desk. Instead, he entrusted the work to one of the sons of a Wise Master from Yunkai.
According to the student, whose name was Darcy, his father had opposed his coming to Meereen to join the academy, so he had secretly traveled there without his father's knowledge.
Tyrion greatly appreciated such a young man—someone with both independent judgment and drive.
After testing Darcy's knowledge, he was even more delighted.
Among the many sons and daughters of nobles and slave masters, Darcy ranked among the very best in terms of learning.
Equally busy was the young girl Shireen.
Not only was she the head of the History Department, responsible for designing its teaching curriculum, but she also served as an instructor. At the same time, she studied government administration under Tyrion and learned Valyrian from Missandei.
After spending some time with her, Tyrion discovered that Shireen was not only exceptionally knowledgeable about history but also possessed remarkable talent for administration.
She had now formally accepted Tyrion as her teacher and was studying statecraft under him.
Unlike the other department heads, Missandei did not remain at the Language Department's registration table.
Instead, she continued preparing for the academy's opening.
As soon as she learned that Queen Daenerys intended to establish an academy, Missandei had sought out translators who had once studied languages alongside her or had previously served slave masters.
She informed them of the Queen's plans and invited them to join the academy as instructors or continue their studies there.
Every one of them was overjoyed by the invitation.
At the same time, they deeply envied Missandei for having the good fortune to serve such a great queen as Daenerys.
They also held Missandei, as department head, in the highest regard.
They had almost never heard of anyone capable of mastering nineteen languages.
Only after meeting Missandei in person did they truly become convinced by her extraordinary linguistic talent.
She was unquestionably the right person to lead the Language Department.
At that moment, Missandei was directing people as they carried desks, chairs, and other classroom supplies into the various teaching rooms when a large black board once again caught her attention.
It was a simple teaching aid she had made according to Daenerys's instructions.
Using a white writing stick, teachers could write on its surface.
The large lettering allowed every student to clearly see what was being taught, and when the writing was no longer needed, it could simply be wiped away with a cloth before writing again.
It was remarkably simple and practical.
The students carrying the blackboards were all curious about the purpose of the wooden boards.
After one particularly bold student asked, they finally learned what the blackboards were for.
During a break, they took out the white writing sticks from the box and tried them for themselves.
Sure enough, they were extremely convenient to use.
They could not help admiring the ingenuity of whoever had invented such a thing.
After registration began, Daenerys carefully examined Drogon's injured leg once more.
She had him walk a few steps to see whether the wound affected his movement.
Though still worried, all she could do was pray that the injury would heal quickly and leave no lasting problems.
The busy and eventful opening-day celebration finally came to an end at sunset.
Daenerys gathered everyone together to hear reports on the academy's preparations.
Preparations for every department were essentially complete.
The only remaining task was assigning the newly enrolled students.
Daenerys decided that classes would officially begin three days later, with each department head free to determine the specific class schedule for their own subject.
Just as the brief meeting was drawing to a close, Barristan noticed Daenerys's signal.
He took a sealed letter from his robes, walked over to Tyrion, and handed it to him.
Seeing the unusually solemn expression on Barristan's face, Tyrion accepted the letter with some confusion.
He quickly found the news of his father Tywin's death.
No matter how he thought about it, he simply could not believe that his father—the always healthy, straight-backed, iron-willed Tywin—had died just like that.
For a moment, it was impossible to accept.
As for his father, Tyrion had always harbored more hatred than affection.
He had once tried desperately to prove himself to Tywin, to show that he was capable and useful.
Yet no matter how hard he worked, all he ever received in return was Tywin's cold indifference and biting ridicule.
Not long ago, his father and his sister Cersei had even conspired to have him executed.
Now, somehow, Tyrion was still alive...
...while Tywin was dead.
He did not know whether he should hate him—
or laugh.
After sitting in silence for a while, Tyrion remembered that the letter contained another report of someone's death.
Judging by the curious expression on Jorah's face, it seemed he had not yet seen this confidential message.
He read through the rest of the letter, then silently walked over to Jorah and handed it to him.
Jorah had already been curious about what the letter contained to make both Barristan and Tyrion wear such strange expressions.
After reading it, his expression shifted from shock...
to anger...
and finally, little by little, to silence.
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