The Ainzlark Academy Exams buzzed with anticipation as aspiring students from all corners of the Eastern Kingdom gathered in the grand hall.
The air was thick with excitement and nerves, the scent of parchment and ink mingling with the crackle of magical energy.
Neron stood at the threshold of the examination hall, his heart pounding with a contradicting mixture of anticipation and apathy.
On one end, he was pretty unimpressed by the quality of candidates that showed up to take the exams. Other than a few people who seemed somewhat decent, the rest were fodder that he considered too weak by his own standards.
There was only one exception among the students, and it was the girl that remained by his side through most of the event.
—Serah Crimson.
She was not only incredibly talented, but she was also very skilled in Magic—more than what he could say for even the decent ones among the crowd.
