er the pretext of important agenda, in reality, it was to temporarily sideline the principal.According to the plan, in a few hours, the blood race emissary will arrive at the school.The vice principal...Chapter 23: Rancy's Logical Reasoning

The Grand Hall of the Academy of Sages, top floor conference room.

As the third round of assessments took place today, the teachers of the Sage's Academy convened for a meeting, much like they had done before.

Apart from the central screen connected by magic, the surrounding walls are mainly in a simple white tone, which complements the smooth marble floor.

And here, we are watching in real time the first test with Ranch and Huberley as candidates and Ferrat as the examiner.

"They're so lucky..."

These two examinees, wouldn't want to challenge Ferrari, right

The teachers in the meeting room either remained silent or occasionally offered a few words of discussion.

...in the examination questions of the .

If you can't escape for a full 30 minutes, then the only option is to confront the examiner head-on.

Sometimes, there are indeed confident and strong students who choose to directly confront the examiner.

However.

A team of candidates with a Tier 3 ranking still stands a chance to directly stall the examiners, who are restricted to Tier 4, for some time.

But all the teachers sitting in the conference room understood.

The examiner for this exam, Fratt Shavenson, is already very strong.

He is a cautious and ruthless battle mage.

Even without magic cards, Ferrat possesses numerous extremely potent spells capable of effortlessly defeating regular army officers of the same rank from any kingdom.

Even if we set aside rank, Ferlat's years of rich combat experience alone would be enough to crush two newbies.

Moreover, he can now wield the strength of a fifth-rank warrior.

The two sides are not on the same level.

"……"

Deputy Headmaster Ron was silent, clutching his chin as he watched the projection on the central magical display in the conference room.

He knew that this entrance exam involved the interests of some high-ranking officials in the kingdom.

There is also an invisible force influencing this exam, preventing Hubleyan from getting admitted.

After those people raised the difficulty by using Ranch according to the rules, the only unstable factor for them was the "extraordinary intelligence" also coming from Ranch.

But any space for trickery was blocked off by the flat terrain.

Ron couldn't say whether this was coincidence or fate.

I can only say that these two freshmen have been incredibly unlucky from the moment they met each other.

The shadow world is like this as well.

Those who are not favored by fortune find it difficult to survive, no matter how capable they may be.

……

On an endless prairie.

Dewdrops hang from the tips of the grass, crystal clear, like tiny jewels.

A gust of wind, as if descending from the heavens, swept through the air. Dewdrops trembled and scattered like shards of broken glass.

A fifth-rank examiner could even fly using fifth-rank wind magic.

Lance and Huberlian could already see a dark spot in the distance approaching them.

"Do you have a strategy"

Huberli asked.

Lanche's stable composure puzzled her.

But she felt that, in this situation, no matter how intelligent Lang was, he would be unable to exert himself.

"No, there's a hammer tactic on the plains."

Lanche shook his head. The examiner's face had fallen, what could he do

Either run a marathon on the plains, or face it head-on.

"Do you know the examiner's information"

Lance then turned to the duchess beside him and asked.

When Teresa, who was welcoming them at the examination hall, mentioned the examiner's name "Ferrat Shavinson," Huberlian seemed to recognize it.

After all, she was from the capital and very familiar with the complicated aristocratic circles and bigwigs there.

Huberly nodded.

"Sir Feralt Savenson, a cowardly and despicable wretch who is also a lapdog of the Alsar family's opposition faction, has been relentlessly persecuting me ever since my father disappeared..."

Hubley's silver teeth were clenched tight as she spoke of what she knew about Ferrat, her words laced with a seeming endless animosity towards him.

Although he possesses many spells, he relies more on his powerful magical strength to strategize with card combinations...

It's clear he can't quite handle it.

Ranch nodded, gazing at the examiner Feralt who was flying towards them rapidly, muttering to himself.

During their brief time communicating.

Ferrat was now visibly much closer to the landmark they were at.

A mage who uses wind magic to fly is far faster than anyone running.

"Can you manage to stall him for a short time and protect yourself"

As if he wanted to make absolutely sure of one last thing, Ranch asked.

Although life-saving magic cards are rare, as a duchess's daughter, Huberlyan very likely has some.

"Self-defense is no problem, I'm not sure how long it can last."

Hubley hesitated for a moment, then admitted to Lance.

Ranch: "Then trust me."

Hubert: "We don't mesh well together. Your healing magic has no effect on me."

"Don't worry, after today, you'll see I'm the best support you've ever had, regardless of compatibility."

Just like the final few moments of preparation before a real exam begins.

Their casual conversation lasted only a few seconds.

Feraat hovered silently above the two of them, far up in the air.

He shifted from a state of streaking across the sky like a meteor, suddenly halting and coming no closer.

Because the distance was already sufficient for him to unleash high-powered spells to obliterate the two of them.

The examiner Ferrat, suspended in mid-air, looked down.

Silence followed for a while.

It seems to be observing the state of the two people.

It was much easier than he had imagined.

"You may now withdraw from the exam."

Ferret raised his hand slightly, pointing at the ranch behind Huberly, and said.

His tone was low and grave, as if issuing an order that could not be questioned.

However, the next second.

He only saw.

Huibalian's eyes were full of alertness, and she stood even more resolutely in front of Ranchi than before.

From this angle, he has a harder time instantly killing Lance.

"Why should I withdraw from the exam"

Lance looked up in bewilderment.

"…"

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Ferat tapped his finger lightly against the air, finding Lynch's presence as an irrelevant nuisance.

He intended to convey some of the higher-ups' meaning to Huberley privately.

But it seems there's a pesky little black mouse in the way before that.

"Did she promise you money, status, or something else"

Ferrat's words carried a hint of mockery as he looked down upon them. "

In his view, any reward the precarious duchess could offer was just an empty check.

Unless.

This silly boy is so infatuated with the duchess's beauty that he's willing to help her.

By the time he truly knows what this duchess is really like, I'm afraid he'll be terrified.

"Humph."

Lance smiled upon hearing this, as if he had heard a ridiculous question.

He took a deep breath, his eyes hardening slightly as he stared at Ferrat and asked:

According to the exam rules, she's my teammate. Rule number 13 clearly states that I need to cooperate with my teammates. As an examiner, didn't you even look at them before coming here

This sounds like the tone of a leader criticizing their subordinates during an inspection.

Ferrara froze in place at the sight.

(The End)

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