"That was the last trash that died in the entrance exam," muttered a girl in her early 20s, visibly annoyed by her duty at the Academy.

Seeing the golem collect the last corpse and stuffed it into a large metal container, she made her way to the entrance to the professor overseeing the entrance exam.

She sometimes wished she wasn't part of this process—extremely bored by the predictable outcome of trash getting killed in their hopeless attempts to pass the exam.

'Seriously, did not I say clearly that it's better to leave than risk dying after failing to qualify for any academic course?'

She found it foolish that people aspired to attend the Academy despite the obvious outcome, dying after taking the "last hope elixir" that supposedly raised one's potential to qualify.

Everyone knew it killed you 99% of the time. 

But alas, it's not like she hadn't warned them.

Only reason she bothered to be here was simple: earning easy credit as a student by serving as an entrance exam observer—and she did her job accordingly.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

"Hey! How could you be so insensitive, Lady Chandler?!"

Just other entrance exam observers were just a bunch of softies she had to endure for now, especially the commoner who had annoyingly sharp hearing.

'Calm down, Fleur. You can't let stupid people make you lose your cool like that.' 

"Student Bonnie, I already warned them of the obvious outcome beforehand. It's not my fault that people who are academically challenged refuse to listen."

"Remember what the grandmaster said."

Pulling out her family's folding fan and fanning herself, she deepened her voice dramatically.

"Just as eagles are destined to soar through the sky, moths are fated to burn for the flames they yearn to touch."

Seeing Bonnie frustrated, unable to repute the saying, she began to add her own words with a smile of a victor.

"Moreover, I see nothing wrong here. They signed contracts of their demise, after all, taking full responsibility for their foolish aspirations."

Flaunting her fan again, she sneaked a glance at Bonnie's arm, which was clenched tightly into a fist.

Bonnie couldn't deny Lady Chandler's words; she had no intention of engaging in an unwinnable argument. But she couldn't stand the attitude of the noblewoman, who so casually disregarded death.

'Of course you'd say that—none of them were nobles, after all!'

The other students sighed collectively, already accustomed to the pair's frequent quarrels, whether in class or elsewhere.

However, as the students kept their eyes on the two—whose history of brief scuffles often caused environmental casualties—they failed to notice the blinding light flashing behind them.