Viktor's expression remained calm:
"That's enough."
This is a game.
As a player
Victor will not refuse any challenge.
The carriage traversed the dusty road, leaving two tracks in its wheels, and slowly drove into the depths.
…
The Royal Magic Academy was exceptionally lively today.
In stark contrast to the quietness of the previous holidays, countless students and parents gathered here, and various aristocratic carriages were parked outside the academy to escort their important children into the academy.
Today is the first day of the new semester, and also the day of the freshman assessment.
The crowd surged, crowding in front of each mage tower, waiting to enter the assessment.
The professors stood atop each of the mage towers, continuously calling for the candidates to enter.
The tower was filled with heavy, cluttered books, with only a few large wooden tables placed in front of the professor.
A sheet of white paper was laid on the table, and next to it was a clean white quill pen, but the tip was covered with ink stains.
A professor, holding a list, adjusted his glasses and read out the names:
"Bruce Cade".
“Phishull Maursen”.
…
The students whose names were called walked confidently through the portal.
The proctoring professor continued looking at the list and randomly called out names:
“Aurelian…”
"Um?"
The professor pushed up his glasses, brought the list close to his eyes, raised an eyebrow, and froze.
"Aurelian Thor... Thor!?"
When the name was called out, even he himself found it hard to believe; the list in his hands trembled, and his eyes widened.
Upon hearing the name, the other students sat blankly in their seats, looking utterly bewildered.
Under the azure sky above the Mage Tower, countless students, like scattered pearls, anxiously awaited the professors to mention their names.
When they heard the name in the wide square, they too widened their eyes.
who?
Aurelion Sol!?
Among the crowd,
Amidst the surging crowd, a girl with long, flowing silver hair slowly emerged.
Her clothes were simple yet elegant, which perfectly showcased her stunning beauty under the sunlight.
Aurelion gently reached behind her head and brushed aside her flowing hair.
An air of elegance and nobility emanated from her immediately.
She calmly stepped into the teleportation array and, under the gaze of everyone, entered the mage tower.
When she entered and made eye contact with the professor, she smiled slightly.
With the elegant and noble bearing of royalty, she bowed to the professor with great poise.
The other students stared at the exceptionally elegant Aurelian, speechless and wide-eyed, at this extraordinary girl.
They watched in silence as Aurelion took her seat, deeply moved.
Her Highness, you actually participated in the same assessment as them!?
this! ! !
After all, Aurelion is a princess of the Empire.
To gain admission to the Royal Magic Academy is essentially just a matter of a word from the royal family.
The dean was eager to personally invite the princess to study at the academy.
But as shocking as it may seem, being a princess doesn't necessarily mean she's also a special genius.
Although Aurelion's combat achievements were widely publicized.
However, a written test is a written test, and it is completely different from the actual test.
This gave many students the courage to persevere despite their shock.
They felt that they still had a chance to surpass the princess.
After a brief moment of shock, the professor cleared his throat and continued to call the other candidates.
Every student who steps into the classroom is startled the moment they catch a glimpse of the princess.
But then, like other test takers, they could only comfort themselves and cheer themselves up with the same reasons.
Soon, after all the candidates were seated, the professor inverted an ancient hourglass and solemnly announced:
"The exam has begun and will last for two hours."
"Each student's exam questions are on the white paper on the table. Please use the provided quill to answer the questions, but do not break the quill."
"Also, the ink on it won't run out."
The professor looked up, glanced at Aurelion, and continued:
"You have ten minutes to grade the papers."
After saying that, he leaned against the podium, the magic circle behind him glowing slightly, his gaze wandering through the room and settling on each student.
No subtle movement escapes his observation.
The students were engrossed in their exam papers, their brows furrowed.
Some sighed occasionally, while others couldn't help but touch their foreheads, trying to find clues to the answer.
The seats creaked and groaned, and sighs and grimaces could be heard from time to time.
Seeing this, the professor then loudly reminded him:
"Read the question quietly, no talking!"
Soon, ten minutes passed, and at the bottom of the hourglass, only a small amount of sand remained, indicating that a few grains of sand had slipped through.
At first, many students were still standing there dumbfounded, like statues, their pens hovering over the blank exam papers, unsure of how to begin.
However, Aurelion was different from them; she held her hands together in front of her chest and moved her fingers slightly.
The quill pen in front of her seemed to come alive, answering questions automatically according to her wishes.
Its speed far exceeded that of a normal person's writing, and it was almost completely synchronized with Aurelion's thinking.
Just a moment later, she gracefully raised her arm: "I'm done answering."
"Um?"
"ah?"
"Holy crap?"
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