"W-what?! Is he out of his mind?!" Lord Denzel shouted from his office.
Standing upright in the vast room, his eyes were wide open and his jaws were loosened from their tight grip.
More wrinkles appeared on his face as he stared at the Magic Window that floated in front of him.
Within its panel was the scene going on in the Foundation's Intermediate Class. It was both fantastic and unbelievable to watch and listen to, yet—
"Who approved of this?" The old man murmured.
As he watched Noir use Tier 6 Magic to transport the students, and now mentioning how he expected them to do the same, the Archmage felt a surge of shock roaring from within.
How could a lecturer demand such a thing from Tier 1 students? Even seasoned Mages hardly ever reached such a level.
'Noir Novo... what are you up to?!'
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"WHAAAAATTTTT?!" The students roared in shock.
Well, not all of them did.
