The Earth Elemental Magus looked toward Leonel with shock.
In truth, he had heard of this Leonel before. No, it was more accurate to say that everyone had. And, due to his position, he was in a unique enough standing to know some special matters about Leonel as well.
The main point was that Leonel was recently given credit for killing two Demon Lords. This was a feat only the likes of the General Stars and the Two and Three Star Magi had. Yet, it was now in the hands of an immature boy.
It was already difficult enough to reconcile Leonel's talent with his age. But, if he was even younger than they all assumed... just what kind of ridiculous matter was this?
Now that the Two Star Earth Magus thought about it, the registration of ages should have been done by the candidate themselves. After all, everyone here should have been registered with either the Knight Academy or the Mage Academy.
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Leonel was in a bit of a special situation since he was an orphan. It seemed that as a result, other guessed his age for him?
'That doesn't make any sense. Who would input an age for another without first asking? What would such a person gain?'
The Earth Magus suddenly felt a cold sweat falling from his back. He suddenly felt that this matter wasn't so simple, but he also didn't know just what he had suddenly appeared in the middle of.
"Boy, are you certain? The punishment for such an infraction isn't light."
Leonel almost rolled his eyes. How could he not be certain about his own age?
But at the last minute, he held back. In this world, he had claimed to be an orphan. In an era like this one, it wasn't rare for orphans like him to be off on the estimation of their own ages by a year or two. If he seemed too certain of his own age, then it would only bring more questions about his identity forward.
Thinking to this point, Leonel decided to take a step back.
"I'm an orphan, I can only make estimations of my own age. But, I shouldn't be older than 20."
Hearing Leonel's response, the Earth Magus looked at him with an incredulous expression. This boy wasn't even sure but he was stirring up trouble.
At this point, he wanted to wring Leonel's neck. If you weren't certain, why did you have to bring me into this mess?
Leonel only seemed to realize there was something wrong after reading the magus' expression. Now that he thought about it, it was indeed odd that his age had been decided without first consulting him. Was he being targeted?
'If my age was decided for me, it's very likely that my number was decided along with the order of my battles.'
Pope Margrave watched on with an amused light in his eyes. He found Leonel to be quite interesting. From what he knew, this child was quite clever. If he was doing this, it meant he realized he was likely being targeted and simply didn't care to continue being respectful.
Finally, someone from above stepped forward. When Leonel saw who it was, his internal sneer only deepened.
"Three Star Official Magus Leonel is an orphan. His age is unknown. Judging by his level of strength and his accomplishments, it was decided that he would be allocated to the middle age bracket. This will mitigate the risk to other youths. In addition, it's believed that he has the strength necessary to protect himself."
Leonel didn't have much of a reaction to these words.
"I would like to ask for my age to be confirmed, please."
Lamorak, who had obviously been the one to stand out, narrowed his gaze.
"The decision has been made."
"Is that so?" Leonel asked. "Are you certain?"
Lamorak's aura suddenly became sharp.
"I can just cast it myself if it's really so troublesome." Leonel said as though not noticing Lamorak's expression.
Before anyone could react, a strong wind surged around Leonel.
One second... two... three..
SHUUU!
A light formed around Leonel's body as motes of light began to form from his body.
The lights grew in number and gathered. Soon, the spell dimmed, leaving the truth apparent for all to see.
18 motes of light. The 19th barely formed before collapsing.
Not only was it clear that Leonel was only 18 years old, it was obvious that he was only about half way to 19.
Lamorak's brow twitched.