In the backyard of the hexagon tower of the adventurer's association, a strange silence had overtaken the whole arena.
A silence so still that even a drop of a needle would echo like a shout on a mountaintop.
The people on the pavilion had their jaws dropped, eyes wide open, and face as pale as the pure white clouds in the clear blue sky.
Their eyes were locked at the arena, on the 'young' mage who they thought would be weak against the powerful mage lady of (tier-4).
The 'weak' girl should have done some desperate struggle for a rank at least higher than
Their simple thoughts were crushed, just like the barriers from the mage lady and the shattered faces of boredom were something really peculiar.
The faces they made because of the girl for being foolish were now something similar to a 'normal' human seeing a ghost out of nowhere.
A scary one that would scar the shit out of others from just its mere presence.
