[Samael Ashwood's POV]
"Name: Arthur Sycamore!; Race: Human; Affinity: Low-Wind."
"FAIL!"
"What! DO YOU EVEN WHO I AM? WHO MY FATHER IS?" The demanding voice cut through the air, dripping with arrogance. Arthur Sycamore, a tall and broad-shouldered young man, stood at the center of the platform, his face flushed with anger and disbelief. His outburst had drawn the attention of several students and examiners alike.
The lead examiner remained impassive, his gaze steady as he addressed Arthur. "The results of the evaluation are final. If you wish to contest them, you may do so through the appropriate channels but we will not care."
"pfft!"
At first, people tried to control but then-
"HAHAHAHAHA~"
"Hehehehe~"
"Fufufufufufuf~"
