The writteook an hour. Yvain thought it would have more variety of topics, but apparently there were more questions about Ford Vision in it than anything else.

  No matter where you go, power would be the most important after all.

  Yes, today, Saint Lucia Academy had spread its focus on searg diverse talent through various subjects like sce, histeography, nguages, mathematics, and social sces, but it might only cover fras of the courses.

  But this was traditionally a magic academy, after all.

  Most of the children enrolling in this academy were from noble or iial families who already got their basic education through tutors at home anyway. And usually, the oners who got the opportunity to ehis academy could do so thanks to their magical talent, not from excellent basiowledge.

  So, in a way, the writte was just a formality. Yvain didn’t take it seriously, only answering questions that seemed iing to him. After they took the papers away, the real test began.

  "Go to the Romeuf Stadium if you want to ehe Force Magic Department, and to the Lucia Stadium if you want to ehe Vision Magic Department!"

  "Excuse me, if we fail the test for one, we try the test for the other department?"

  "The test will be held until the afternoon, so if you fail o, try the other. I suggest you go to the Force test first, so if you fail, you theer the Visio."

  “This is Saint Lucia Academy and you still ask that stupid question? Did you not prepare yourself beforehand?”

  “Ehehe, my father forced me to take the test…” a certain red haired boy foolishly remarked. After that, he went toward Romeuf Stadium, like suggested.

  Yvain wasn’t far. He was just around, though. Quite the otion…

  “Sir Sator?”

  Yvain turo the voice behind him. He raised his eyebrows at Bir Inkor, who had just found him again after the writte.

  “Yhness, we meet again,” Yvain smiled. “How did you do on the writte?”

  “It was just normal,” Bir answered shyly.

  “Right. It was just normal indeed,” Yvain agreed.

  Bir raised her head to look at the pret—handsome boy in front of her. She had said it was normal because she expected the test to be quite difficult, even for her. However, the boy seemed really nont about it.

  “What department are you going to enter?” Yvain asked.

  “Umm,” Bir hesitated to tell him at first. “I'm going to major in Vision art.”

  “Oh,” Yvain tilted his head, showing i. “Have you awakened your Vision, Yhness?”

  “Yes,” Bir nodded. “I awakened my Vision two years ago.”

  “So young!” Yvain praised.

  “T-that’s not that impressive...! You know how the young King of Edensor awakened his Vision when he was only four,” Bir blurted out about that person again.

  She grimaced slightly. She didn’t want to be seen as a magierd who dared to pare herself to that magiius, the ‘Little Merlin’, not in front of this new acquaintance she had just made.

  “Well, that’s different. I—I mean, he had a great master, so he could awaken early,” Yvain said, his tongue slipping.

  “But isn’t that the you recorded age of awakening in history?” Bir bli him.

  Yes, it was.

  But Yvain didn’t like this versation about him to tinue. He felt a bit self-scious and guilty.

  “Ah! Look, the crowd has thinned out. You go to the Visio now,” Yvain said, tinuing, “I’ll go to the Force test. I know yuaranteed a pass if you’re awakened, but still, good luck!”

  He was right. There weren’t as many people left, so the corridor wasn’t as densely packed as before. Bir wasn’t sure, but she felt that Yvain could have gone earlier despite the crowd. She wondered if he would still have waited if she hadn’t called out to him earlier.

  He talked and waited with her because he didn’t wao get shoved by the crowd like earlier…

  "Such a gentleman…" Bir whispered under her breath as she saw him left.

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  In the heart of the Saint Lucia Academy stood one of the sturdiest stadiums ever built, a hub of mystical anticipation and academipetition.

  The stadium, bearing the name of the revered Apostle Romeuf, exuded an air of a wisdom and power, or so the brochures cimed.

  At the stadium's northern side stood a looming statue of the very Apostle himself, casting a stern gaze over the bustling grounds. The apostle's presence seemed to say, "I may be stone, but I'm judging you all."

  In front of the imposing statue y the examiners' pce, a spot where the all-importa scrutinizers perched high and mighty, ready to let their power trip eheir seats were polished to a blinding sheen, refleg both the sunlight and the nervous sweat of hopeful magic wielders.

  As expected, there were siderably more people who went to Romeuf Stadium.

  Well, they were still 12-year-olds, 13, or 14 at maximum. Rarely was there anyone who could awaken their Force or Vision at that age. So the tests were desigo be passed even without Force or Vision awakening.

  But that didn’t mean that they were easy either.

  Saint Lucia Academy was traditionally a magic academy. So it would only make sense if they only accepted children who had the potential to awaken their magic.

  But how would you find that potential?

  For Force art, it’s straightforward.

  “For those of you who just arrived, raise yht hands, now!”

  Upoering the stadium, they were all instructed to raise their right hands. From above, an ented bracelet flew onto their wrists. Yvain immediately k was mainly for prote when it nded on him.

  "Observe your bracelets! You will notice that you have been assigned different colors. Kindly move towards the examiners he fgs that match the color of your bracelet!"

  There were almost 200 children iadium, spread across five different colors: blue, red, green, yellourple, with each croup prising around 30-40 children.

  Yvain received a red bracelet.

  “Lucky,” he muttered upon spotting the examiner with the tall red fg - Princess Nahwu, the only elf of her geion enrolling in the academy.

  The one his ‘Mama’ and ‘Papa’ had told him about.

  “Huh?! T-that’s an elf? W-wouldn’t it be more difficult to pass with an elf as an examiner?!”

  Yvain turo the boy o him, realizing it was the red-headed boy who had inquired about the tests in the corridor earlier.

  “Ugh, I don’t know anyone in the red group either… what do I do…?” the boy ruffled his own hair in frustration.

  His as drew attention in the crowd; some looked at him strangely, a few even casting sneers, noting his apparent cluelessness. He was likely a oner, yet it seemed odd for him to be unprepared.

  Logically, wouldn’t he be one of the most ready, being a oner?

  Well, it wasn’t his .

  "Red group, e closer!"

  He walked toward Nahwu alongside the other members of the red group. Once everyone was within earshot, the elf princess annouhe rules of the test.

  "Your time is one minute, and yoal is to reach a three feet distao the fg. If you reach it, you will pass," she expined.

  After ensuring everyone uood, she tinued, "The bracelet on your wrist is ented with a prote spell, but oack will break the spell. In that case, you choose to keep pushing forward ive up because I will tiag you if you don’t."

  Yvain g the roups and noticed that the test varied depending on the examiners. However, it was essentially the same 'capture the fg' type of challenge.

  The blue group's examiner was a sword user, while the green and yellow groups were spear users. The purple group's examiner was a dagger user.

  "Alright, choose your on. Whisper your preferred on type to your bracelet, and it will summon it for you," Nahwu instructed as she prepared her bow.

  Yvain recalled his bet with Burn. The man said he would give him anything he wanted if he could pass the entraest without using his Vision.

  Well, he could still go to the Visiome because it didn’t require him to awaken or use his Vision, but he chose to go to the Force test anyway.

  Because there was a sed part to that bet.

  "If you pass the Force test, I will teay Force magic.”

  Emperor Burn’s Force magic.

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  Yvain: Food!

  Evan: Power!