The children of class A began to gather in front of the podium. A young man in a military academy uniform stood with his hands behind his back, staring sharply at them.
Arrogance could be seen in the lifted chin and high confidence in his black eyes. His long hair was tied in a ponytail, exposing his sloping forehead. He had a tall, sturdy body with muscles visible under his academy uniform.
The commotion had long ceased, but the senior on the podium had yet to speak. The silence disturbed Artur, who disliked being looked down upon by anyone. He wanted to shout at the senior on the podium to start speaking, but he knew that the senior was a mage.
Unlike them who had not yet transformed mana flow into a constellation, the senior on the podium could already recite mantras and shoot magic. The danger Artur felt from the senior on the podium was several times higher than what he felt from Milton.
