at her, and it wasn't for a pleasant reason.

As Ulan wondered about the nature of their relationship, Professor Dirac stepped up to the lectern.
The same man whose hostile gaze had met Ulan's.

“I am Dirac Ormine, a professor at the Department of Magic.
I'm the test supervisor for the〘Mana Detection〙test.”

It was a short introduction.

Ulan could tell from his tone of voice that he was stern.

One by one, he introduced the assistant test supervisors who had come with him, before finally pointing to the girl with the apricot-colored hair.

She was the one who had waved earlier.

“And over here, we have a guest from the Department of Magic……..
who came to observe this test.”


“I'm just a casual observer.”

That was when the girl cut him off.

She motioned for him to stay quiet.
It was a rather rude gesture, but Dirac shut up immediately; without even a hint of displeasure.

“Hmmm, now, let me explain the test content.
There are three parts to this specialty test.”

First, a test to see how quickly you can recognize the flow of mana and locate the mana core that forms the center of the flow.

Second, a test to see how quickly you can find the mana core in an enchanted medium and use it to create a mana reaction to complete a specific task.

Third, working in teams of two, you'll be tested on recovering as many mana cores intact as possible against multiple enchanted golems.

Each test was designed to test the qualities and applications of mana detection, as well as cooperation and delicate mana manipulation.

“Each test is graded on a scale of 0 to 5.
First place receives 5 points, while last place receives 0 points.
The rest of the points will be distributed according to their grades.”

There would be a lot of overlap with the other scores, but the 0s and 5s mean that there will only be one each for last place and first place.

“Any examinee who receives a single zero and those with a total score of five or less will automatically receive an F-Grade.
However, if any examinee scores a perfect 15 out of 15, they will be awarded an S-grade without question.”

After the explanation to the grading system was finished, the assistant supervisors hobbled over, carrying something.
A ball as big as a watermelon.
It's used to measure the wizards' mana reserves.

“Before we begin the test, we'd like to conduct a measurement of your mana reserves.
This is to determine your capabilities, so I ask for your cooperation.”

Professor Dirac paused for a moment before adding with a serious expression, “Oh, and  by the way, if anyone's mana reserves are measured to be less than '100,' in other words, if you're not even a wizard, you'll be immediately graded with a Grade-F.
So, be aware of that.”


The announcement was soon followed by laughter from all around, including the assistant supervisors and even the esteemed Deflyn.

“Hahaha! Nice to see you again, Professor Dirac.
I heard you were the most boring teacher in the department, but I never expected you to crack jokes like this.”

Laughter was only natural; having a mana reserve below one hundred meant that you weren't even a wizard.
So, everyone took it as a joke.

Ulan, on the other hand, couldn't find it in him to laugh.

‘It's just as Noah said.’

For reasons unknown, Professor Dirac seemed determined to make Ulan fail.
There was no other reason for such a measurement unless he had intentions to sabotage. 

Ulan was torn.

For a moment, he thought about using Spirit, but the mana used by warriors and the mana used by wizards were very different in nature.

As a professor of magic, he should be able to tell the difference. 

As he pondered over what to do, an idea suddenly struck him.

‘Huh? Wait a moment.
This is…’

His eyes widened slightly.

After a moment, Ulan stroked his stomach.
He had found something in an unexpected place, something he hadn't intended to find at all.

Soon, his eyes lit up like stars, as if he had found a way to overcome this obstacle. 

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