The girl sitting behind Arthur was Luna Harper, one of the female leads—the so-called mage prodigy of their generation. Though not a noble, her status rivaled that of any aristocrat. As the granddaughter of the Water Mage Tower Master, her name carried weight and respect.
And right now, Luna was fuming.
From the moment she was a child, she had always been first—praised and admired. Every accomplishment inflated her ego, every victory solidified her superiority.
But now?
Now she had been beaten.
By him.
Arthur Ludwig.
And not just in one test—but in all three.
When he leaned back, smugly brushing his hand through his hair and saying, "Well, it's not my fault I'm a genius," it was the final blow to her pride.
Her nails dug into her palms as she stared daggers into the back of his head. She had never been second to anyone.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!