As wasn''t exactly a whiz with Al robots. His generation missed the digital revolution, so his understanding of modern smart machines was pretty basic.


    If you asked As to operate a robot, he''d fumble around like a fish out of water, even typing a password looked awkward for him.


    "...Anyway, we''ll have to wait for Mr. Nick toe back and show you how it''s done," As coughed, lugging his suitcase inside.


    Mirabe nodded humbly.


    The robot had already shuffled over to her, its head scanner whirling as if trying to figure out if she was its owner.


    Mirabe watched its clumsy movements, barely shaking her head, then gave it a light pat before heading into the living room.


    The robot butler stood still for a moment, then awkwardly turned and waddled inside.


    Mirabe took a look around the living room. The decor was modern and minimalist, very much like Nick''s ce abroad.


    Of course, all the appliances screamed high-tech, the kind you''d never find in stores.


    Mirabe raised an eyebrow; Nick was definitely keeping up with the times.


    As had already taken her luggage upstairs and, on his return, said, "Miss, your room is on the second floor,st one on the right. If you need anything else, just let me know, and I''ll sort it out for you."


    Mirabe turned her gaze back, "I''m good for now, thanks."


    After a moment, she remembered the alchemy kit she''d mailed over a few days


    ago and asked, "Do you know where my parcel is?"


    As nodded respectfully, "I''ve put it in your room."


    Hearing this, Mirabe thanked him and quickly went upstairs.


    Entering her room, she felt a wave of relief seeing that it wasn''t decorated in that overly cutesy, pink style anymore.


    After spending half an hour unpacking her suitcase, Mirabezily sprawled on the chaise lounge by the floor-to-ceiling window.


    She pulled out her phone, which had several messages on Messenger.


    Two were from Vincent, asking if she had arrived in Riverdale yet.


    The other two were from Dr. Elliot, a Physics professor at Prestige College, urging her toe to Riverdale and submit her Physics department admission files.


    Even though Mirabe had agreed to minor in Physics, he was still anxious. Holding her phone, Mirabe mused that being a genius had its downsides too.


    She then replied to Dr. Elliot that she would visit Prestige College the day after tomorrow.


    Receiving this response, Dr. Elliot finally rxed.


    Finding a promising student was no easy feat, he''d even set aside his pride if necessary.


    After a moment of thought, Dr. Elliot made an internal call to the teacher responsible for this year''s admissions.


    "Mr. Wu, a youngdy wille to our department to submit her files the day after tomorrow. If I''m not around, please make sure she''s well received," Dr. Elliot told the teacher.


    Mr. Wu, surprised, realized that anyone Dr. Elliot spoke so highly of must be extraordinary.


    Curious, he asked, "Dr. Elliot, is this youngdy a new student?”


    Only new students needed to submit their files.


    Dr. Elliot nodded, "Yes, a very talented student."