"Why would anyone need such a large place? Seems like a pain." Licht mumbled to himself as he approached the Academy doors. Licht followed the large crowd and soon came to a high platform where potential students stood in line to register for the exam.
Licht chose a line, and stood there for what seemed like eons but was only a few minutes. He soon reaches the head of the line and grunts.
"Hello and welcome to Arias Magic Academy. My name is Marie and I'll be informing you of the guidelines and procedures for this exam. First, please fill in this form." The lady directed. She took one look at Licht, and upon seeing no family crest her smile promptly disappeared.
'Ah. So, she's one of them.' Licht mused to himself silently. "Actually, I'm here to see Viscar Royule."
When hearing this, her face scrunches up. "I'm sorry but the Director doesn't...I mean, isn't available." Licht nods his head as if listening, 'She was just about to dis me, wasn't she?'
He pretends to dig around his pant pocket, "I see. But regardless of whether he is busy or not, I have an appointment with Mr. Royule." Licht states as he brings out Viscar's family crest from his inventory and drops it on the wooden table.
Marie gasps as she stutters out meaningless excuses. She laughs nervously upon seeing no reaction, and hastily guides him to the Director's office. The Academy was painstakingly huge, with large pillars and extravagant paintings at every corner. It hurt Licht's eyes seeing all this.
Marie steps aside at the edge of the door and waits for Licht to knock. Though, instead of knocking Licht just walks in.
"WHO DARES TO-...Oh. It's you!" Viscar instantly changes his tone as soon as he sees his visitor. Seeing this, Marie bit her lip in regret. She walks away dejectedly, expecting to lose her job at the end of the day.
"I'm here, so what now." Licht gets straight to the point as he gets comfortable on the leather couch. Viscar's eye twitches, "Sometimes kid, you piss me off."
"Oh really," Licht replies with nonchalance. Sighing, Viscar begins. "Since you've already been applied on scholarship, your dorm room has already been prepared." He throws a golden key at Licht, slightly surprised at Licht's reflexes.
"Unfortunately," He continues, and Licht groans. "I knew it." He grumbles to himself as he passes Viscar a piercing glare.
"Unfortunately," he echoes. "You still have to attend the exams, both physical and magical. Your written exam can be done in my office and handed in with the others."
"Why am I writing my exam in a separate place?"
Viscar rubs his eyes, "Let's be honest for a sec. Kid, you are the embodiment of a problem child. You could accidentally kill a kid for peeking at your sheet."
"If we're being honest here, there's a slight chance I won't."
"Yeah...It's still a no."
"All that aside, am I still participating in the physical and magical examination?" Licht asks. "No. It was written on your form that you have a scholarship, so they'll probably skip it." He replies absent-mindedly while scanning through the sheets of paper on his table.
"Here," He hands Licht a somewhat thick booklet. "You can begin whenever, but keep in mind that you are being timed."
"Sure."
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Licht walks out, stretching his arms. He had spent a whole hour and a half in the room, "Better to get this over quick."He mutters.
He follows the crowd into the crater, where stands were carved into the ground. He walks to a less crowded area and makes himself comfy on the stone bench that doubled as a staircase.
"Please settle down. We would soon begin. Now…" Licht soon lost interest. He lay on his side and dozed off infrequently.
"Licht Trea Hershold! Is there a Licht Trea Hershold?!" A voice yells. Licht snaps his eyes open and his hand shoots up. He looks at the female calling out his name. A unique hair color of green and she wore the Academy robe. Although Licht was far in regards to distance, Licht could see the golden shine in her amber eyes.
She stared up at him, giving him a glare. She felt something off about him. She stared at the bold red print that said 'Scholarship' and glanced up again at the boy that was on the verge of falling asleep, his left eye covered with a patch. She clicked her tongue, "Trisha Stones! Trisha Stones, please come down into the arena!"
Serece chose to ignore him now, "I hope that man knows what he's doing."