Chapter 212

Chapter 212

Simon sprinted to the spectator stands so he could get a good view of the screen with Meilyn. He could hear the crowd cheering next to him.

On the screen, Meilyn was fighting against the old priest by herself.

She had clearly created a difficult obstacle by covering the entire ground in ice and skated across, going straight ahead and until she was past the point of pursuit.

The look on her face showed she was absolutely exhausted. She then entered the Kizen campus, gasping for breath and with a face full of spite.

The host exclaimed,

[Living up to her role in the Ivory Tower, let's give it up for Meilyn Villenne, the ninth student to!]

"Kizen, you fucking crazy bastaaaaaaaaaaaards!"

She started cursing as soon as she entered.

Her raspy voice was slightly muffled out by the crowd's cheers, but she shouted again,

"And HQ says they're all human, huh? Bet you're so determined to kill the students! Try telling me that this was a performance assessment and I'm going to!"

Flash!

Snap!

Flash!

Suddenly, the flashes of mana cameras forced Meilyn to freeze.

Reporters rushed in, followed by scouters from various organizations. There were even people from the Ivory Tower.Finnd new chapters at novelhall.com

'Urk.'

Only now did Meilyn realize what was going on.

"Student Meilyn! How do you feel about passing the test within the top 1%?"

Shouted one reporter as he raised his mana camera. More and more reporters swarmed toward her, and the crowd chanted her name.

After a moment of stunned silence, Meilyn fixed her windswept hair, straightened her back, and fixed her tie. Then, she clasped her hands together and smiled broadly.

"Hello~ I'm Meilyn Villenne, from the first-year Class A."

Her voice had the calmness of a gentle spring breeze, and Simon couldn't help but chuckle.

She was saying things like how she worked hard, that it was all thanks to the dark spells she learned at Kizen, and she gave a completely different story from what she had just been screaming.

She carried herself with a sense of professionalism, waving at the mana cameras with a smile.

Finally, after a brief interview with the host, she sighed heavily and stepped off the stage.

"Ugh, damn it all. It's pissing me o"

"Congratulations, Meilyn."

Simon, who had been waiting, clapped in celebration. Meilyn went red when she belatedly spotted him and waved back.

"As expected, you were here before me. What place did you get?"

"First."

"Wow, honestly, you're"

She whimpered, then suddenly yelled,

"Hey! Didn't you lose your mind when you saw that first divine monster from the Prima Materia? Wasn't that just way too much?!"

Simon agreed with a smile on his face.

"Yeah, that was evil."

"I know, right! Those inhumane bastards! They're just crossing the line, doing this on the first school day!"

After finally being able to vent what she was forced to bottle up for the camera, she turned back to the screen with a genuine smile instead of the professional one she was forcing before.

"What about Cami and the commoner bastard?"

"I don't think you need to worry too much."

Simon briefed,

"They're both progressing in the center of big parties, and Rick is even acting as the boss of his."

"He does like being the know-it-all."

Scoffed Meilyn.

"He must be finding it so cathartic to be a commoner telling the nobles what to do, right?"

"Dunno."

Simon shook his head.

"When he builds a team, he always starts at a disadvantage because of his status. But eventually, everyone trusts and follows him. Don't you think that's his real strength?"

Meilyn blinked.

"That's a pretty good way to put it. Did he bribe you to say that or something?"

"Nah, I genuinely do think that."

"Heh. Siding with him because y'all always hang out together."

She snorted and looked at the other screen.

"There's no need to mention Cami, I guess."

The students clustered at the rear gate were all dressed in baggy lime-green clothes that looked more like pajamas than school uniforms.

'Ah.'

Simon looked at them with sympathy, quickly grasping the situation.

They were the 50 failed students from the opening exam.

"Outsiders aren't allowed here."

The servants were sweating profusely, blocking the failed students from entering.

"Outsiders? Fuck, did you just say outsiders? I'm a student here!"

"What kind of school expels students on the first day?!"

A few other students stopped to watch, intrigued.

Most of them then turned away and continued on their way or watched from a distance, but some of them dared to come closer and tease the unfortunate students.

"Gosh, how lame."

"Just accept it. There was no need to come all the way here in the first place."

They were usually students who already had grudges against the failed students.

"Isn't that Rekon from Class B?"

"Serves him right for being so smug. Come on, send them away already, servants."

The winners sneered, and the losers cried and screamed in pitiful anger.

"And you call yourselves human?!"

"Piss off, 'civilians'. You still think we're on the same level?"

"You couldn't even talk back to me in class!"

Inevitably, just as the conversation became a shouting match, someone slipped through the servants using Etherealization.

"It's Etherealization!"

One of the failed students majoring in Necromancy rushed out onto the Kizen campus at a terrifying speed.

Thump!

However, a woman in an equally Etherealized form quickly knocked him to the ground.

"There is no escape."

Of course, Kizen dispatched people who could stop people with Etherealized forms.

She grabbed the boy by the scruff of his neck and dragged him back out onto the campus.

"Assistant Teacher Arita?"

That brought her to a screeching halt.

"R-Right? It's me, Rekon! The same Rekon you adored! That Rekon who got a score of 90 in Necromancy!"

The boy shouted and pleaded, grabbing at the assistant teacher's pants.

"Please call Professor Umbra! There must be something wrong! I'm in the upper squad of the Duel Eval and my grades are in the top 100, yet I'm being thrown out? Because I was thrown into my trauma with absolutely no warning?"

""

"You know it too, assistant teacher! I almost got killed during the Saintess incident! And that happened because I was trying to protect the students who ran in fear!"

The assistant teacher bit her lip slightly, then said,

"You're not a Kizen student anymore. Let me escort you outside."

Rekon's face twisted as he was betrayed by even her. He used his Etherealization again to wrench himself out of her grasp.

"Rekon!"

"Hey! You bastards!!"

Rekon shouted at the students after rematerializing.

"What are you laughing at?!! Oh, is it because you fuckers survived? Did any of you even reach the upper squad?!"

The crowd of students booed and jeered.

"You're lame. Get lost, Rekon!"

"Your parents are counts, aren't they? So what if you can't be a necromancer? You've still got a pretty future ahead of you."

Rage flashed across Rekon's eyes and he was about to bring out his jet-black when

"What's all this fuss all about."

A man's voice, neither faint nor loud, drowned out every other noise and enveloped the audience. Students scrambled to clear a path.

The man who walked forward was dressed head to toe in a white suit, and a white fedora was pressed to his head.

In an instant, a breathless silence settled.

He took his hand out of his pocket and gently grabbed the brim of his fedora, taking it off to lift the shadow from his eyes.

It was Bahil, one of Kizen's star professors.

In fact, he had just left the test headquarters and was headed to the Great Hall.

"I don't like to repeat myself. What's all this fuss all about."