CHAPTER 19: ENTERING THE MAGIC ACADEMY
Shortly after the shadow wolf disappeared the hall was flooded by teens dressed in white robes. Their palms glowed with a white light and they rushed over to the unconscious applicants and those with injuries.
The light touched the wounded, and injuries began to vanish. Some of the applicants regained their consciousness while some regained their vigor.
After all the unconscious applicants were woken up the headmaster returned to the stage and spoke.
“Congratulations, all of you are now accepted into the Red Phoenix Magic Academy, your grades for the entrance have been tallied and each of you will be placed accordingly.”
The headmaster turned to step down from the podium before being stopped by the group of angry students.
“Accept my ass! what about the fact that you just tried to kill all of us?”
The headmaster sneered at the new student who made such an outburst. He was a young lad with bright green hair; he barely sat up while holding his shoulder looking at the headmaster expectantly.
“Do you want some milk and cookies?”
the headmaster rhetorically asked then continued.
“Today, two hundred and seventy applicants were attacked by a one commander ranked monster. None of you were killed and none of you lost any limbs.
This creature was one of my contract beasts.
He was fully under my control the entire exam period.
This part of the exam was to test each of your combat levels under the pressures of battle.
After all, that is the only place when and where combat abilities matter.
This test should show all of you that in the midst of a dire situation, your nobility, money and family names mean nothing.
Only the strength you can muster, either from yourself, from the others around you or from your surroundings truly matters.”
The hall fell silent. Each of them looked around as the healers continued their healing.
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The headmaster was right, a beast did not care for lineage or where you started, how hard you tried, or how much you deserved this opportunity. It only cared about results.
The green haired youth bit his tongue after receiving the scolding of the headmaster in front of all the new students. He did not like it but it was true.
He was the son of a very wealthy merchant, while he might not have had a noble title he had better magical trinkets than the majority of the students. However in the face of the onslaught of the shadow wolves he still ended up as one of the unconscious with a deep bite mark in his shoulder.
Even now the healers were still clamoring around him to stabilize his injury.
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The new students after all being healed were all led to their new dorm.
Red Phoenix Magic Academy had three main dorm buildings, one for each year group.
The first year's dorn building was the largest with three floors. The rooms on the first floor each housed three students. These rooms were mostly in shabby conditions and only had three beds with three night tables.
The majority of the new students were placed on this floor, about one hundred and twenty out of the two hundred and odd students.
The rooms on the second floor were well kept, each room had a closet and a small bookshelf along with two beds for its occupants. A little over sixty students were led to their rooms on this level.
Alric was amazed by the sheer size of the building. As the crowd of students thinned, he noticed that the majority of the students that remained were those who had participated in the last half of the fight against the giant shadow wolf.
It seemed that these were the students that performed the best on the exam. Even the kid with the golden mana was with them.
Based on this alone it was obvious the students were given more luxurious rooms based on their aptitudes.
The last set of students totalled to sixteen. When they arrived on the top floor it was flushed with a lush red carpet.
Each room was large enough to hold three students but only one large bed filled the room. A chest was at the foot of each bed. The chest’s design lined with magical runes clearly made it a dimensional item. The rooms had bookshelves filled with books, while the walls were marked by a magic circle.
“These are the rooms for those who scored the highest on the entrance exams.
The shelves are filled with diaries of past students who lived in these rooms.
Most of them eventually moved on to become famous in their own ways.
The walls are built with magic gathering arrays that help in magic recovery, magical meditation and cancels all noises.
If you accept one of these rooms then you automatically accept that the school has the right to any autobiography that is written by you.”
The guide spoke as she led each member of the group to their rooms. Alric was the last person left, his room was on the farthest end of the hallway.
When they arrived, his name was hung on a piece of finely written wood.
Instead of feeling proud, Alric clenched his fist in anger because the name that hung on the door was not his. It was the name he was forced to take in order avoid the genocide of his household.
He had sworn that someday he would revive his family name and let fear consume all those who played a part in its extermination.