Since his knowledge became restricted, he became oblivious to anything not related to cultivation. He focused so much on it, that he didn't even know the name of his nation.
'So there is an alternative! I would have known more if Olivier wasn't trying to force everything about literature down my throat. I wonder what the royal academy is like?'
If there was one thing Ainz was sure of, it was the fact he had never been to an academy before, even if he had been he could not remember when he did, at this point, he couldn't help but wonder how the academy was like, and how it felt like going to one, would he have to sit with a bunch of brats to learn?
He knew that his imaginations were limited in trying to think of what could happen in the academy, at the same time he wondered if the bastard's father would send him to the academy?
