The Harvest Mouse Exits the Fairytale Together with Cinderella-Chapter 102

The written exams at the academy required students to answer a given topic in the form of an academic paper.

Once provided with a blank sheet, students had to quickly construct their response, organizing it into an introduction, development, and conclusion—all within the allotted time.

In other words, there was absolutely no time to spare during the test.

But Cesare only pretended to be writing carefully.

In reality, he was scrawling nonsense across the pristine sheet.

He couldn’t just sit idly and risk drawing the professor’s attention.

‘Time is moving so damn slowly.’

For the past eight years, written exams had been nothing more than a dull formality for him.

Enduring the hours spent sitting still was unbearable.

‘The morning exam, obviously, will be marked as a perfect score.’

He thought back to the flawless paper he had submitted just hours earlier.

Seraphina Bluewood.

Would she once again receive additional points and surpass him for the top spot?

‘It doesn’t really matter.’

Cesare didn’t care about how she performed on this exam.

Even though the entire academy was watching, even though securing first place in the graduation exam should have been his priority—he was indifferent.

Because...

‘No one will care about Seraphina’s scores soon enough.’

An incident was about to happen.

And it would overshadow everything.

Her grades, her talents, her brilliance.

Seraphina would soon belong to him.

Cesare let out a quiet chuckle and glanced at the large clock at the front of the examination hall.

Thinking about what was to come made time pass a little more quickly.

‘Almost time to begin.’

He casually continued his scribbles until the remaining time was nearly up, then finally set down his quill.

Feigning deep thought, he tapped his fingers against the answer sheet.

He moved his hand in slow, calculated motions, as if lost in complex calculations.

And then, his index finger began to trace symbols onto the page.

The markings resembled an invisible magic circle.

It was a technique designed to activate silently—no glow, no evidence, no trace left behind.

A spell of record alteration.

Cesare had used it so many times since childhood that it was as natural as breathing.

As the spell took effect, the nonsensical scribbles on his answer sheet gradually transformed.

Elegant sentences appeared in their place—flawless model answers, written in his handwriting.

This wasn’t a spell that swapped out the entire answer sheet.

Rather, it rewrote the records imprinted on the paper.

The reason Cesare went through such a complicated method was simple—he couldn’t obtain a blank exam sheet beforehand.

The paper was specially crafted.

Every exam had a set number of sheets prepared in advance.

If a student made a mistake, they could only request a replacement once, and only by immediately shredding the original.

Even academy officials couldn’t smuggle them out.

Thus, Cesare had no choice but to master record alteration.

His only option was to modify the text during the exam.

"That concludes the test."

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At that moment, the proctor checked the time and made the announcement.

The head assistant stood and began collecting answer sheets.

Cesare exchanged a brief glance with him.

A commoner, the assistant had entered the academy solely on his own merits and was now training to become a professor.

Or at least, that’s what everyone believed.

For the past eight years, the man had secretly assisted the prince with his cheating—and had been handsomely compensated for it.

Just as the assistant reached for Cesare’s paper—

‘...Wait.’

What was this?

Cesare’s carefully structured spell suddenly trembled.

Everything in the world had a weak point.

Even a frozen lake had thin patches of ice—step in the wrong spot, and you’d plunge straight into the depths.

His spell was being probed—poked at, repeatedly and methodically.

A flaw, however minor, was being targeted.

Cracks were forming.

There was only one person in the academy capable of this.

And then—

A quill flew through the air.

Carrying an invisible force, it struck directly at the core of Cesare’s spell, landing on his answer sheet with a quiet roll.

In an instant, the spell shattered.

Completely.

"Ah, my apologies."

"......."

"I stretched a little too hard and accidentally sent my quill flying."

Cesare snapped his head around.

Seraphina.

His eyes widened in disbelief.

‘She detected it—and broke it?’

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Realizing this, his green eyes darkened with rage.

But Seraphina merely tilted her head and smirked, one corner of her lips curling in a crooked smile.

"Th-this...."

The assistant’s hands trembled.

The answer sheet he had just picked up—previously filled with perfect responses—was now disappearing.

The ink faded like sand slipping through fingers.

All that remained was the nonsense Cesare had originally scrawled.

Horrified, the assistant turned to Cesare.

And in that very moment—

"Why are you just standing there? Is there a problem?"

The professor, who had been waiting to collect the answer sheets and return to his office, called out impatiently.

"N-no, nothing at all!"

The assistant hastily tried to gather the papers, but the professor had already stepped down from the podium.

He seized the topmost sheet in the stack—Cesare’s answer sheet.

And then—

"Hah..."

What he saw was a page covered in meaningless scribbles.

"How unexpected. I thought you had outgrown such childish rebellion."

"......."

"It seems His Highness wanted to leave a lasting impression with his final exam."

What the hell?

As the commotion grew, the students began whispering among themselves.

Cesare’s face paled, then burned red.

‘Damn it.’

The professor had seen it.

His chance to recover from this had vanished completely.

As he struggled to find a way out of the situation—

A single student raised his hand.

Julian, Crown Prince of the Terranolia Empire.

"I was sitting right behind him, and I happened to see something strange. The Silverian prince’s answer sheet changed in an instant. It was originally filled with answers. Your assistant seemed rather startled and tried to hide it."

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The professor’s sharp gaze landed on the head assistant.

"What is the meaning of this?"

The assistant flinched as if burned, waving his hands frantically.

"T-that’s impossible! I was just surprised because the exam sheet changed before my eyes!"

He was about to add more in his defense when he suddenly gasped, slapping a hand over his own mouth.

He had just admitted that the prince’s answer sheet had changed.

Cold sweat dripped down his back as he recalled everything he had received from Cesare.

Now, there were two witnesses.

Cesare, bloodshot eyes locked onto Seraphina, seethed with fury.

But she simply tilted her head, her picture-perfect smile unwavering.

She said nothing.

She had no intention of stepping forward or making herself the center of attention.

‘Did she ally with the crown prince?’

That was the only possible explanation.

And Julian, wearing a wolfish grin, taunted,

"Looking for an escape route?"

"......."

"It would be terribly unfair if this weren’t investigated thoroughly. I mean, even I spent eight years pulling all-nighters to complete my studies properly."

The students, who had been quietly observing, suddenly erupted into murmurs.

"Did the prince actually get caught cheating?"

"But he’s always been the top student!"

"Wait... does that mean all his past scores were fake?"

"Silence!"

The professor, rubbing his temples, finally snapped.

His piercing gaze swept between Cesare and the assistant before he spoke coldly.

"You will both report to the headmaster’s office. Immediately."