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Chapter 32: Examinations [2]

The practical examinations had been announced, just after every first–year student finished their theoreticals.

Their objective was clear.

To demonstrate magic capable of exorcising a demon.

Just like in the exercise, they were told to tackle the exam with their pair.

No matter how much of a gamble the draw pairing system was, it didn't matter to the University.

Inside the grand dome, first-year students gathered anxiously for the examination.

Above them, seniors watched from the upper balconies, curious to see how the test would unfold.

At the very top, seated in their elevated positions, the professors of the magic department observed the entire vicinity.

They each had their own expertise, ranging from alchemy, magic engineering, spirit manifestation, essence manipulation, and so on.

Headmaster Elsa, however, was absent, having been summoned by the Mage Association for an important matter.

In any case, Vanitas, seated among the Professors, crossed his legs and glanced downward.

Beside him sat Claude, the Professor in charge of alchemy lectures.

"Professor," Claude began. "About that circuit. I tried deciphering it, but I'm unsure if my solution is correct."

The moment he spoke, the other professors leaned in slightly.

They had been waiting for this.

Most likely, Claude had been coerced into asking the question. He was the closest professor to Vanitas, after all.

All to confirm if Vanitas Astrea had truly designed it himself.

Vanitas remained calm, his expression unchanged. He shifted his gaze to Claude.

"Which part of the circuit?" he asked.

Claude hesitated before pulling out a notebook. He opened it to a marked page and placed it on the table.

"This section," Claude said, pointing at the circuit. "It doesn't seem to harmonize with the node stabilizer."

Vanitas glanced at the diagram, then sat back, letting the silence stretch for a moment.

But the truth was….

'Ah, so that's what he's talking about….'

The Spectacle was giving him the answer.

It always did.

Vanitas was by no means a genius when it came to magic theory. 

How could he? He had only been in this world for two months. 

The game would've been boring if he meticulously studied its magic system. All he knew was that the developers had based it off calculus and physics.

Besides, it wasn't as if he needed to solve equations just to cast magic in the game.

'Just click the keyboard, and bam!'

In other words, Vanitas could be considered a con–artist.

A fraud.

A psychopath who replayed the game more times than he could count in his head.

His addiction, to the point of archiving relevant information, devising strategies while applying knowledge from veteran players and his own experiences in the game inside a 3,808 page document file.

And most probably, that was where the Spectacles was getting its information from.

He couldn't even remember most of what he had written.

Still, he had put in his own efforts into studying, to the point where his brain would fry.

If he couldn't grasp the information, the Spectacles would simplify things for him.

In any case.

"It harmonizes. But only if you account for the node's mana frequency."

The room fell quiet as the other professors exchanged glances.

"Mana frequency?" Claude asked.

Vanitas tapped the page.

"Every node has a unique mana pulse. If you realign the spellformulas, it will synchronize with the frequency."

Claude's brows furrowed. "I didn't factor that in."

"That's why it fails," Vanitas replied.

A professor, a stern man with graying hair, leaned forward.

"Professor Astrea," he said. "Was the frequency deliberately embedded into the design?"

Vanitas turned his gaze toward him, unfazed, discreetly imbuing a bit of mana into the Spectacle.

"Of course. A circuit without harmony is nothing more than a dead diagram."

The stern professor nodded, though a glint of doubt remained in his eyes.

For now, the Professors remained silent.

Moments later, a voice echoed across the dome.

—All students, prepare yourselves. The examination begins now.

It was an assistant professor, who was the closest to ascend to a full professorship.

—Group 1, step forward.

All eyes turned to the pair as they approached the circle.

The first to step forward was unmistakable.

Golden hair fluttered as she moved with an air of regal confidence. 

Aetherion Empire's Second Princess, Astrid Barielle Aetherion.

Beside her stood the unexpected name.

Ezra Kaelus, the student who ranked first on the ESAT examination.

Astrid's success was a foregone conclusion. Ezra, on the other hand, carried the burden of doubt to the Professors who weren't in charge of him.

Some whispered that his ranking was a fluke.

Others speculated that Astrid would carry their performance entirely.

This was his moment to silence those doubts.

Tak. Tak—!

A figure stepped forward, and surprisingly, it wasn't Astrid.

"Please summon six mid—grade demons."

It was Ezra.

The arena froze.

—What!?

The commotion was immediate. First-years gasped in shock. Seniors leaned forward in disbelief.

—Is he insane?

—I know the demons are under control, but still, isn't that too much!?

Exorcising one mid-grade demon was the standard for the examination.

But six!?

It wasn't entirely impossible, but for the Professors' expectations, first-year University mages would find it significantly challenging.

"...."

Astrid, however, remained silent, her expression unreadable.

The assistant professor hesitated with furrowed brows.

"Ezra Kaelus, you only need to exorcise a single demon to pass the test."

Ezra didn't flinch.

"I know. And the Princess and I are the top first-year students," Ezra boldly stated.

The murmurs in the arena grew louder.

The assistant professor's gaze shifted to Astrid.

"Princess," he asked. "Do you support this request?"

Astrid glanced at Ezra, then to the assistant.

"Yes," she nodded. "Please summon them right away."

The assistant professor finally nodded. "Very well."

At that moment, a group of mages turned to the summoning circle and raised their hands.

"Six mid—grade demons, as requested."

The summoning circle flared to life. The glow intensified into a harsh crimson.

The air grew oppressive as shadows began to take form.

One by one, towering figures of all shapes and sizes emerged.

Astrid stepped forward, mana flickering around her like molten gold.

The tension in the arena peaked.

"Begin."

At the sound of the assistant Professor's signal, the demons roared to life and lunged toward Ezra, who stood in front of Astrid.

Swoosh—!

Immediately, Ezra and Astrid bolted in opposite directions as their mouths parted open, chanting simultaneously.

Tendrils of lightning erupted from Ezra's fingertips, while sharp, metallic spikes shot up from the ground around Astrid.

Their attacks struck the nearest demons around their vicinity, forcing both creatures to stagger backward.

Two more demons immediately turned their attention to Ezra, bearing down on him with ferocious speed.

Astrid, meanwhile, faced only one additional demon as the two they had just attacked began to recover.

Swoosh—!

With a swift chant, Astrid unleashed the plasma spell—Radiant Flare at the advancing demon. Meanwhile, Ezra pushed back his own set of demons with a burst of lightning

In a fluid motion, the two regrouped, their backs pressed together.

"How are you holding up, Princess?" Ezra asked, a smile tugging at his lips despite the sweat beading from his forehead.

Astrid scoffed lightly, her golden eyes fixed on the demons circling them.

"The same could be said about you, Commoner," Astrid coolly replied.

Ezra chuckled as parks of lightning crackled around his fingers.

"Fair enough," he said.

Astrid raised her hand. Golden mana swirled around her palm into a blade-like construct.

"Try not to slow me down," Astrid said before the two kicked the ground, dodging the demon's attack.

Before Ezra could retort, the nearest demon lunged, its arm exuding dark mana.

Bang!

Their movements were perfectly synchronized as they dodged the attack.

Ezra retaliated first, raising his palm and, chanting swiftly. Bolts of lightning shot out in jagged streaks, striking the demon's arm and momentarily paralyzing its advance.

Astrid spun mid-air. The mana swirling around her palm reconstructed into a golden blade, slicing cleanly through the immobilized limb. 

The demon howled as its severed arm collapsed with a heavy thud.

But there was no time to celebrate. Another demon charged, swiping its claw at Ezra with relentless speed.

Ezra twisted, narrowly dodging, and swiftly chanted. 

Magic circles flared beneath him as chains of energy erupted and wrapped themselves tightly around the demon's legs.

"Now!" Ezra shouted.

Astrid didn't hesitate. 

The golden blade rippled with heaps of mana, as it drove into the restrained demon's chest.

Boom—!

The impact sent a shockwave rippling through the arena, forcing the crowd to shield their eyes from the overwhelming dust.

Truth be told, neither of them had ever practiced fighting together.

Their coordination came from a single discussion after a long, heated argument that eventually led to an agreement.

Boom—!

The remaining demons weren't idle. Two advanced simultaneously. Their coordinated attacks forced Ezra and Astrid to split.

"They're adapting," Astrid muttered as golden mana formed a barrier that deflected a claw strike.

Ezra rolled to the side, a sphere of condensed lightning forming in his hands.

"I noticed," he grunted, launching the sphere at one demon. It exploded on impact, slowing the creature but not stopping it.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

For a moment, the duo faltered under the relentless assault. Mid–grade demons weren't just strong—they were cunning despite the fact they had been tamed.

But then, amidst the chaos, their senses kicked in.

All the lessons they attended, the hours of studying, and the knowledge gained from countless lectures by various professors were finally paying off.

But more than anything, one factor had propelled them further than they had initially thought.

The circuit exercise designed by Vanitas.

It had pushed them to their absolute limits.

The grueling hours spent refining circuits, recalibrating nodes, and adjusting spellformulas had sharpened their minds.

Even the heated debates during the exercise had forced them to think critically.

Now, in the heat of battle, all of it was coming together seamlessly.

Astrid's voice cut through the noise. "Focus on the rhythm!"

Ezra nodded.

They moved as one. Ezra's lightning strikes forced the demons into predictable patterns, creating openings for Astrid to deliver devastating blows.

Astrid's golden constructs blocked and redirected attacks, giving Ezra moments to swiftly chant, recalibrating his spells to launch powerful counters.

The synchronization was flawless. Their spells flowed together seamlessly.

The crowd watched in stunned silence. The sheer harmony of their movements were unlike anything they had expected from first–years.

Even the professors exchanged glances, murmuring in surprise.

Vanitas's eyes gleamed with satisfaction.

"They're applying the theory in real-time," he said quietly. "Good. Let's see how far they take it."

Below, the battle raged on. Sweat dripped from their brows, and fatigue began to set in, but neither showed any sign of giving up.

One demon fell, then another. Each attack became more refined as the duo pushed past their limits.

Finally, only one demon remained.

Astrid and Ezra stood side by side. Their mana flared and their eyes gleamed ferociously.

"Ready?" Ezra asked with a voice steady despite the strain.

Astrid smirked. "I should be asking you, Commoner."

With a final, synchronized attack, their combined power struck the demon head-on.

The explosion of light and energy shook the arena, leaving no doubt in anyone's mind.

When the dust settled, the last demon was gone, and the two stood, taking bated breaths.

—Wooooh!

—Gosh! I didn't expect that kind of performance at all!

—It's expected of the Princess, but the Ezra kid is no joke!

The dome erupted in applause and murmurs, but above it all, Vanitas's faint smile remained.

"Well done," he whispered, joining the applause.

Ezra straightened, his breathing still heavy, and held up a hand toward Astrid.

"....?"

Astrid blinked, tilting her head, clearly confused by the gesture.

"What?" she asked flatly.

"It's a high-five," Ezra said with a grin.

"....."

Astrid's expression soured instantly, giving Ezra a disgusted look.

She stared at his raised hand like it was a particularly offensive demon.

When it became clear she wouldn't cooperate, Ezra sighed dramatically.

"Fine. Have it your way."

"Attitude much—"

But before she could finish, he grabbed her wrist and smacked her palm against his own.

The sharp echo of the high-five reverberated across the dome.

Astrid's face flushed red—not from exertion, but pure embarrassment.

"You…!" she growled.

"Good work, Princess," Ezra said with a wide grin, completely ignoring her fury. For a moment, his usual disdain for aristocrats was nowhere to be found.

"....Yeah, of course," Astrid said, brushing her hair to the side with a proud smile.

But Ezra wasn't done. He leaned closer, his grin turning mischievous.

"You know, if you smiled like that more often, people might actually like you."

"...."

Astrid's expression froze. Her golden eyes narrowed dangerously as she took a sharp step toward him.

"Take that back. Right now," she hissed. "You, of all people, are the last person qualified to say that!"

Ezra shrugged, already turning toward the next group.

"Yeah, yeah. Let's go, Princess. The next group's up," he said casually, walking away without a glance.

Astrid stood hesitantly for a moment, her fists clenched.

"Stupid commoner."

Despite the curse, a faint, almost unnoticeable smile tugged at her lips as she reluctantly followed.

The next announcement didn't take long.

—Group 2, step forward.

A male and female student entered the arena. Their movements were steady, but lacked the commanding confidence of the previous duo.

As they approached the summoning circle, the demons appeared one after another.

The audience, still buzzing from Ezra and Astrid's exceptional display, turned their attention to the new pair.

It didn't take much for the pair to realize that an unspoken weight of expectations settled over them.

Finally, the examination commenced. The crowd leaned forward, and the pair started to move.

The initial clash was explosive. Their fiery assault forced the demons to stagger back.

Barrages of spells flew in the air. The seamless coordination of their casting caught the professors off guard.

This pair wasn't anyone remarkable. They were low-ranked nobles who were borderline unrecognizable.

A bunch of extras, to be exact.

Yet, their performance stood out.

While it lacked the brilliance of Astrid and Ezra, it carried a surprising level of skill.

The professors exchanged glances with curiosity.

Vanitas, meanwhile, watched silently.

He crossed his arms, leaning back in his seat.

"...."

A faint smile tugged at his lips.


Chapter 33: Examinations [3]

A total of two hours had passed since the start of the practical examination.

Charlotte held on to her robe nervously.

Everyone had shown remarkable performances thus far.

"I can do this," she whispered.

She clenched her fist in the air, assuring herself that she, too, could put on a marvelous display.

"So that's your brother….."

The voice came from beside her. It was Elysia, who was scanning the Professors seated above.

"Yes," Charlotte hesitantly nodded.

It wasn't exactly the truth. He was an impostor, after all.

But as Charlotte thought back on the work she had poured into the past week, she found herself smiling.

He was an impostor, yes.

Yet, in the end, she couldn't help but see him as a brotherly figure.

—Group 36, step forward.

Before she realized it, the previous pair had already finished, and an announcement rang out, cutting through her thoughts.

It was her group.

Charlotte's breath hitched as her grip tightened on the hem of her skirt.

The weight of the moment pressed down on her as she stepped forward. Elysia walked beside her, oblivious of Charlotte's internal turmoil.

As they reached the center of the arena, the two exchanged a quick nod.

Their decision during the circuit exercise had been a glaringly unconventional answer.

Two different answers.

But it was one they had both agreed upon.

Reaching that agreement hadn't been easy.

Other pairs had struggled just to submit a single answer. Evident by the arguments that ensued from the clashing ideas and a lack of cohesion.

Submitting two opposing theories, while fully aware that it might score poorly or even be outright rejected, required a level of trust that was rarely seen.

For these two girls, both from Viscount households, the act was more than collaboration.

Charlotte's isolation had cast an irregularity over them both, yet they found a bond in their shared circumstances.

In a mere span of two weeks, Elysia had placed her full faith in Charlotte.

Charlotte's unwavering efforts and genuine kindness had been enough to win her over.

Despite facing struggles with her peers, Charlotte Astrea had shown nothing but persistence and compassion.

Elysia, on the other hand, had little experience with combat, focusing instead on her goal of becoming a magic scholar.

Yet, her dedication and intellect had inspired Charlotte in return.

In just two weeks, they had built a remarkable bond, one that bordered on trust.

There was no need to hesitate.

With her thoughts clear, Charlotte's mouth parted open.

"Four mid—grade demons, please."

Silence fell over the arena.

The boldness of the request left everyone stunned.

It wasn't six, like Astrid and Ezra had faced, but it was still an extraordinary proposition.

So far, no other pair had dared to summon more than one mid—grade demon, aside from the top performers.

The murmurs began almost immediately, spreading through the crowd.

Even the assistant professor faltered, concern evident in his tone.

"I… I understand the drive to excel, but Charlotte Astrea—"

Before he could finish, Charlotte raised her hand, cutting him off.

"With all due respect, we're ready," she said.

The assistant professor hesitated, glancing toward the senior faculty for approval.

The professors exchanged quiet murmurs.

Finally, meeting two amethyst eyes, the assistant professor swallowed deeply before nodding his head.

"Very well," the assistant professor said reluctantly, signaling to the summoning mages.

Voices of doubts filled the vicinity. 

Seniors exchanged hushed conversations, clearly skeptical about the entire ordeal.

—She's out of her mind.

—Four mid–grade demons? Does she think she's the Princess?

Among the first-years, the reactions were even sharper.

—She's insane.

—I know she's just trying to stand out, but this is suicide.

Charlotte and Elysia, however, paid no heed to them.

The summoning circle flared brightly as a crimson light spilled across the arena.

Then, shadows began to coalesce within the circle. The first roar silenced the chatters, followed by another roar, and then another.

One by one, four mid—grade demons emerged.

"Just like we've practiced, Elysia," Charlotte said, staring at the oppressive creatures.

"Mhm."

—Begin.

As the announcement resounded, Charlotte took a step back, giving Elysia, the mage with less combat experience, the chance to step forward.

While Elysia had always chosen the path of a magic scholar, she had also decided to major in battle magic, albeit with a certain level of hesitation. 

She had done so, not out of a desire for physical prowess, but rather as a means to strengthen her overall understanding of magical theory and its practical applications.

Boom—!

In any case, the examination had a special rule.

Students were permitted to use magic circles, provided they were verified as their own creations.

Elysia's mana began to glow radiantly around her figure.

She retrieved a parchment from her pouch and flung it toward the oncoming demons.

The moment it landed, the circle activated.

Rumble… Rumble…!

A wall of earth erupted from the ground, immediately halting the demons in their tracks.

Elysia had about eight spells in her arsenal, all prepared and ready for immediate use.

Meanwhile, Charlotte clasped her hands together. The moment she did, her figure slowly lifted into the air.

As a soft, monochromatic glow started enveloping her, she began chanting.

"O spirits of the spectrum, guardians of the prismatic cycle, heed my call—"

—What is she doing?

—Is she just going to let her partner handle everything?

Once more, Charlotte paid them no mind.

They would all be silenced by what she was about to do.

"From crimson flames that burn and purify, to azure tides that flow and consume—"

Blue and red magic circles began flaring around her. One. Two. Three. Four.

Elysia continued to hold the demons at bay, skillfully maintaining a safe distance while stalling their advance.

Her magic, however, lacked the firepower to cause any real damage.

The spells inscribed on her magic circles were all beginner-level, and they were designed for stalling rather than offense.

The disparity became increasingly apparent with each passing moment. However, Elysia had one goal.

Nestle them all into a single spot.

"From emerald winds that dance and protect, to amber earth that rises and endures—"

Green and hazel circles erupted around Charlotte. Their glow brightened as the pressure in the air grew heavier.

The mana radiating from her body was almost suffocating, drawing gasps from the crowd.

—Holy!

—What is that!?

"Unite with diamond light to illuminate, obsidian shadow to shield and devour—"

Silver and dark magic circles joined the others, spinning faster and faster. 

The circles blended together. Prismatic hues shifted and merged as if they had all been one singular color.

The overbearing energy coalesced around Charlotte, forming a radiant aura of pure, crushing energy.

"Ukh!"

A demon broke free from Elysia's control and lunged forward, attacking her in the process.

Elysia staggered. The strain of maintaining her spells had finally caught up to her.

But with gritted teeth, she forced herself to keep going.

Charlotte's chant neared its crescendo.

The myriad of colors spun faster, forming a vortex of prismatic light that engulfed her entirely.

Elysia glanced back for a split second, sweat dripping down her face.

"Almost there," Elysia whispered under her breath.

She couldn't fathom the complexity of Charlotte's magic at all.

The demons roared, their fury shaking the arena as they clawed at the barrier of spells holding them in place.

—That's spirit magic, isn't it?

—But how is she blending all of them together?

—The real question is, how is she even controlling that many elemental spirits at once...?

The murmurs grew louder, unable to tear their eyes away from the overwhelming display.

"Converge under the sevenfold prism! Harmonize! Coalesce! Collide—"

Charlotte's figure remained obscured by the swirling vortex of colors, but the pressure radiating from her magic was undeniable.

But once more, a demon escaped out of Elysia's control, sending her skidding back.

These mindless demons, noticing the emanating pressure of mana from Charlotte, rushed toward her.

"No!"

Elysia screamed, panic filling her voice as she reached for her last parchment.

With trembling hands, she threw it toward the approaching demons.

The parchment flared mid-air and instantly, the magic circle activated.

Crackle!

A barrier of energy erupted in front of the demons, halting their advance for a fleeting moment.

However, with a united swipe of their claws, the barrier shattered. Fragments of energy scattered into the air like shards of glass.

The demons roared, their focus locked on Charlotte as they surged forward.

Elysia staggered back, sweat pouring down her face as she clenched her fists.

She had nothing left.

Desperation overtook her, and with trembling hands, she began to chant, raising her arm forward.

But before the first syllable left her lips, Charlotte's eyes snapped open.

"By the sevenfold prism, converge and unleash—"

The spell was complete.

Each node had aligned perfectly. A flawless circuit built with layers upon layers of recalibrated and refined spellformulas surrounded her. 

Charlotte had taken Vanitas's circuit design as a foundation, and transformed it into something extraordinary.

By utilizing her unique understanding of spirit magic into the framework, she had fundamentally evolved the circuit.

The circuit, designed specifically for her, provided a tailored foundation.

Prismatic light surged outward from her body. Each color rippled like waves in a boundless rainbow.

The sheer force of her spell sent vibrations through the arena. The pressure was so intense it forced the audience to shield their eyes.

Charlotte's voice was calm, almost cold, as if unaware of the chaos around her.

"Prismatic Convergence."

The colors began to shift and harmonize. They blended seamlessly as they spiraled into a radiant formation.

Each node bound to an elemental spirit with which Charlotte had forged a bond with.

Her stigmata, Breath of the Spirits, allowed her to speak to these entities as if they were alive.

And they had responded to her call.

The colors coalesced into a single radiant beam before fracturing into seven streams of pure elemental energy.

Crackle! Crackle!

The audience seemed to hold their breaths as the light scattered and weaved through the air like a painting.

—Wow!

—So beautiful….

Even the finest artwork paled in comparison to the mesmerizing display unfolding before their eyes.

The professors stopped evaluating the 'demon slaying examination.' They were simply enchanted by Charlotte's magic.

To them, it wasn't just magic. It was a phenomenon they had never seen before.

An art form that transcended their expectations of what a student could achieve.

Charlotte stood at the center of it all. Her stunning appearance far surpassed the brilliance of her magic.

The beauty she created with her spell was pure, and breathtaking. 

Could such magic not be considered art itself?

The demons roared. Their forms had been bathed in the prismatic glow, before the streams struck.

"Ah…."

The collision was instantaneous and catastrophic.

"Beautiful…." she whispered, oblivious to the strain surging in her body.

For all of Charlotte's life, she had endured so much.

Bullied in her childhood for rejecting the advances of a noble boy.

Ridiculed by jealous noble girls simply for her beauty.

Forced to attend her mother's funeral before she could even attend her own graduation..

Her father, whom she cherished deeply, taken from her by her brother's reckless experiments with dark magic.

And that same brother—the only family she had left—berated her endlessly. Not for her faults, but for merely existing.

Even here, in the academy, she faced the repercussions of her brother's reputation.

The persecution. The disdain. The hateful remarks.

All of it, simply because she bore his name and shared his blood.

But the spirits had told her the truth.

Her brother was no longer there. His soul was gone, replaced by another entity.

She was exhausted. 

Every day felt heavier than the last, and she couldn't help but cry herself to sleep at night.

Truth be told, Charlotte initially had no expectations of the new Vanitas.

She had already given up the day she resolved to kill him.

And everyday, Charlotte just simply…. lived. 

Day by day, she lived with no hope. Her sole efforts had been just for hers and her alone.

And for the entire month, she existed in an endless cycle of effort and doubt, her hope fading with each passing day.

But just as that hope was about to fade entirely, Vanitas changed everything.

He made her realize something.

'I can do this.'

It felt like drifting in an endless ocean.

No matter how hard she paddled, she often doubted, 'Am I going the right way?'

Not anymore.

That entity—her so-called impostor brother—had shown her something she hadn't felt in years.

Kindness.

The same warmth she had once known when her brother had loved her.

Now, that same entity had given her a gift.

A gift she was sure of, would silence the whispers, the doubts, and the allegations of nepotism.

The magic didn't simply strike.

Crackle—!

It incinerated.

The demons' towering figures disintegrated on impact. Their forms crumbled into oblivion as the elemental energies consumed them entirely.

The force of the explosion rippled outward, shaking the ground and sending shockwaves through the arena.

When the brilliance faded, the arena was silent.

Not a trace of the demons remained.

Charlotte's figure descended slowly. Her glow dimmed as her feet touched the ground.

She stood in the aftermath.

It was then.

"....."

Clap– Clap– Clap–

Theoretical formulas and grades were one thing, but the ability to apply them in practice was something else entirely.

Magic often carried traces of its creator. Yet the magic Charlotte had displayed, while based on Vanitas's design, bore almost none of his signature.

Her contributions had completely overshadowed the foundation.

It wasn't just a variation.

It was her own magic.

Her own creation.

The cheers grew louder.

Among the applause, the professors, who were highly sensitive to magic, recognized what had just occurred.

Charlotte Astrea had become the first first-year student in the current curriculum to successfully create her own magic.

A feat so monumental that it left even the most skeptical speechless.

The spell formulas, the circuits, the magic itself—every element harbored Charlotte's unmistakable identity.

And her creation, Prismatic Convergence….

There was no doubt in everyone's minds.

"A Master–ranked spell, huh?" Vanitas muttered in his seat.

Concern flashed across his expression. 

Charlotte had jumped from Advanced, all the way to Master–level magic.

It was like going from a high school athlete straight into an Olympic competition.

Her body simply shouldn't have been attuned to handling that kind of power.

It was borderline reckless.

"Ah."

As expected, there it was.

Thud!

….Charlotte collapsed.


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