No matter how awfully he behaved, Dorothy said nothing. She didn't utter a single complaint. She knew she wasn't marrying him. She didn't want to voice any issue in case her family became wary of her plan.
Aside from her fiancé's rude behavior, her days were peaceful. No matter how hurt she was, she could at least meet Ovior in the library. That was more than enough for her.
Just like that, two years passed and Ovior's last examination was right around the corner. This exam was a duel fighting against a fellow disciple. Those who won would become magicians.
There weren't many commoners fighting against the nobles. Having the title 'magician' was much superior to having a noble name. A successful magician was widely recognized in the entire continent. They would be rich and powerful.
It was the very reason Ovior knew that once he would become a magician, he would have no problem getting married to Dorothy. Thus, he focused on winning.
