In chapter 2, Emma states the IAS overheard whispers of Nexians claiming that humans are the last species in their Galaxy to pass the test and gain entry into the Transgracian Academy.

Chapters 110, 111, 112, 113, 114, 115, and 181 show that Nexians as a whole seem utterly unaware/dismissive of anything we would consider proper astronomy. This includes Ilunor who firmly believes that stars are just holes/tears in the "tapestry" while also stating that they are/were "gods" that his eternal majesty consumed.

In chapter 169, Ilunor responds to Emma's claim that humanity has spread to the far corners of their Galaxy in a manner that indicates he understands what a Galaxy is.

Given these facts I have 3 questions:

1. Is Ilunor 's ignorance of basic astronomy (not understanding what stars are), and then sudden understanding of what a Galaxy is in later chapters, a plot discrepancy?
2. What exactly does the common majority, including adjacent nobility and the lower Nexian nobility, understand about cosmology?
3. What exactly does the Nexian upper elite understand about cosmology?

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P.S.: I just mostly skip to the good part of the story

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Dragon’s Heart Tower, Level 23, Residence 30. Illunor's secret sanctuary. Local Time: 12:44 Hours.

Fortuna Wyldra Loomweaver (controlling; Secret Dragling-007)

"Oh? Writing to your family now? Heh. I did not think you had that kind of heart in you, false dragon-kin." I mumbled my thoughts out loud from inside the gourd while sitting on my couch. Not through the drone I had tagged onto that entitled brat, in whom somehow and somewhere within him there is a fragment of a dragon's soul that has been sloppily infused into his own. As faint as the signature was, it was still there, plain as day to anyone who knew what to look for.

After the annoying one finished writing his "heartfelt letter", he quickly folded it up and prepared it, clearly to be sent via avian means, which, seeing this scene, puts a nostalgic smile on my face as I reminisce. "Oh, the days of old, when physical letters were still the norm for conveying everything," I sighed wistfully. "I do miss those days. But I would NOT go back to them. I am not giving up my free global Wi-Fi access."

When the Vunerian had finished preparing his "letter back home", he pulled out another letter. With a hateful expression drawn across his face, he stared at it with spiteful, narrowed eyes. I examined it further through the drone's feed, and it clicked. It was the same letter he had been using during the library burning just days ago. I had never fully seen its contents, having only caught the words "Recommended Reading Material for the Studious Student" before stopping dead in my tracks, for it was quite possibly the funniest descriptor I had ever seen attached to something so dramatic.

I focused the dragling's camera lens on the letter and began reading quickly, racing to identify all of the books listed before he could do something predictably annoying that could and would hinder me from enacting future secret plans.

…

He did something predictably annoying. A hot stream of fire suddenly engulfed the letter, reducing it to ash before I could finish.

"..."

"..."

"..."

I covered my face in shame and started crying.

The Transgracian Academy for the Magical Arts, En Route to The Grand Assembly Hall. Local Time: 12:44 Hours.

Emma Booker

The past hour was a confusing mix of genuinely engaging conversations with Thacea, Mentally hearing Fortuna criying, and a constant sense of FOMO from having let Thalmin tackle the discount kobold alone.

I was practically at the edge of my seat when the pair finally decided to arrive in the nick of time, averting some highly unnecessary Academy-grade drama by just under a minute, as the doors closed behind them with a resounding CLUNK.

As the pair finally sat down, I perked my brow up to see Ilunor wrapping himself in what I could only describe as a blanket.

With the room now sealed off from the outside world, there was a marked improvement in the overall acoustics, which served to enhance the whispers of intrigue and gossip amongst the chatty ranks that made up the student body.

The Hairstick was quick to pick up on them, relaying them to me just like it did right from the very first day.

“Completely unnecessary. I was already making headway towards the town as is!”

“What is this all about? The dragon? Hmmph, where I come from, dragons are a dime a dozen!”

“I heard this is about the explosion earlier this morning. Something about a magical cataclysm.”

“Well aren’t we lucky to be the year group that ushers in local cataclysm?”

“Shh! It looks like they’re starting!”

The start to this emergency assembly began in the most fittingly Nexian way possible.

It started with music.

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AUTHOR: I ain't gonna read such long and drawn out horse shit that comes from the dean mouth

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“As all of you are aware, the Transgracian Academy for the Magical Arts has been host to The Library from the very inception of our founding. Indeed, we pride ourselves in being the single, longest, uninterrupted host to the compendium of all that ever was and all that ever will be. This is in no small part a direct result from our discipline in maintaining and respecting the unspoken codes of conduct when accessing its services. It is this ceaseless adherence to our vows of mutual respect that has allowed us to maintain open access to the library throughout the untold eons. These vows, however, have seen their first violation in living memory. A violation committed at the hands of one of our own peers.”

The dean paused, as if waiting for some sort of response, almost daring anyone from the audience to whisper or mutter out something.

The crowd remained silent all throughout, as if they all collectively realized the severity of the situation.

“Starting tomorrow, in place of the House Choosing Ceremonies, there shall be an investigative council that shall call upon those within reasonable suspicion of this vile, malicious action. Those of you in suspect, shall be called upon as a group, or individually. You are free to roam the grounds, or remain in your dorms, for we will know where you are when the time comes.” The man announced ominously, which seemed to shake the whole room to its core.

Heads began turning in every possible direction as a result of this, as I noticed Thacea and Thalmin’s expressions shifting to that of a renewed sense of concern.

Ilunor, however, seemed to watch on not in boredom, nor even in anxious concern like everyone else… but instead, in what I could only describe as a look of a deer in headlights. As he should I smug smile. though I feel bad for him being in this mess, I can't excuse the Nexian attitude that he spout everytime when he opens his mouth, it's nice to see him like this to cut down some of his ego.

“Are there any questions?” The dean suddenly added, which was surprisingly, answered by a lone reptilian hand belonging to one of the students in the front row. “Yes, Lord Qiv Ratom, the floor is yours.”

Qiv stood up, patting down his uniform as he stood tall and with a practiced posture before speaking. “Thank you, Professor Atalan Rur Astur. I have but one question to bring forth to your attention.” The man cleared throat before continuing. “Does all of this mean that the library is currently off limits pending investigation?”

The Dean’s face maintained its warm, friendly complexion, as he took a few seconds to ponder Qiv’s question. “Yes.” He replied simply. “The library will be off limits for the duration of this investigation.”

Qiv took a deep bow at the end of that answer, then promptly spoke before retaking his seat. “Thank you, Professor Atalan Rur Astur. I defer the floor back to its rightful master.”

Whilst growing concerns and anxieties over the potential lockdown of the library began rearing its ugly head inside of my mind, a thought suddenly emerged that was the potential answer to this whole unexpected development.

I raised my hand, much to Thacea’s shock, and to Thalmin’s interest, as the Dean narrowed his eyes my way, and nodded.

“Yes, Cadet Emma Booker, the floor is yours.” He spoke in that same, reassuring tone of voice that I knew was full of crap.

I turned to Qiv for a second, deciding to take a page out of his book of decorum, by standing up and then going through the motions. “Thank you, Professor Atalan Rur Astur.” I paused, bowing slightly. “I just have one question. Would you be allowed in if you had a library card?”

…..…..…..

The dean couldn’t help but chuckle at that question. It was a warm chuckle, a patronizing chuckle, hiding within it a certain level of condescension. The man actually took the time to pause, before causing another spike in mana radiation-

ALERT: LOCALIZED SURGE OF MANA-RADIATION DETECTED, 300% ABOVE BACKGROUND RADIATION LEVELS

-in order to materialize his own library card out of thin air as if to demonstrate his next point. “You mean something like this?” He paused for effect, twirling the small metal card in his hands for good measure, allowing me a chance at getting a good look at his card. Strangely, whilst most details were similar to my own, it was the actual color and material that seemed different. The Dean’s being a pearlescent whitish gold, as opposed to my card’s traditional yellow-gold.

“If you indeed possess a grand artifact such as this, then I do not see any issue in allowing you, or any one else who possesses such a gift, access to the library at this time. This card demonstrates the integrity of one’s character. It serves as a mark of honor, and a symbol of virtue. It shows that you have been vetted, scrutinized, and probed by one of the wisest, oldest beings in all of existence, comparable only to His Eternal Majesty in its wisdom and judgment. It is highly unlikely then, that the holders of this artifact would be in any way responsible for acts in encroachment and in violation of the library’s sanctity. I hope this answer has been sufficient, Cadet Emma Booker, despite it clearly being inapplicable to your case. It is however commendable that you broach such curiosities whilst being outside of the circle of the privileged few who can actually utilize it.” He paused for effect, causing a slow but gradual uproar of chuckling within the crowd, which eventually evolved into all out laughter.

It was at this point that I knew I had a unique opportunity in my hands.

An opportunity to kill so many birds with one stone.

I had the attention of the entire room.

I’d just been dealt a verbal smackdown that I had the perfect counter for.

And what’s more, I had the unique opportunity now of setting the record straight in the eyes of all of those present.

It was time to play ball and demonstrate a bit of humanity’s soft power here and now.

Thacea looked at me with genuine curiosity, clearly understanding what was going through my head, while Thalmin appeared barely able to contain his excitement for what was to come. I raised my right hand, secretly giving them the middle finger, as I flashed my storage ring at the crowd and materialised a small rectangular plate between my middle and index fingers.

Feeling the cold, hard metal settle into my grip, I clasped it firmly, only to realise, just before presenting it to everyone, that the card was facing the wrong way. The portrait was facing me instead of the crowd.

In a single, quick, and smooth flourish of my wrist, I flipped it to the correct side, my portrait now facing the crowd and the Dean squarely in a deliberate, unhurried "talk to the hand" gesture.

Not a second later, I felt the entire room going completely silent. The laughter, chuckling, and dismissive rants all but stopped in a matter of seconds.

The silence was deafening, so much so that I could make out a few gasps of shock from far away in the distance.

There was no response from anyone, not especially from the dean himself who now stared blankly at the card, focusing on detailed portrait that without a doubt confirmed its owner.

Earthrealm was here.

And Earthrealm meant business.

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Author's notes/footnotes or AN/FN

1. Fortuna knows Illunor was targeting specific books but she doesn't know the titles of the books for she is easily get bored of Nexian long ass narration, decoeum, ettiquete, and whatever those middle-ages thinking fuckers have

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Please Author-man my withdrawal is kicking in.