If you train Lv1 Magic Arrow to Lv999 - exiled aristocratic students, train without giving up hope to reach the strongest

Around noon, the entrance exam for the School of Magic began.

The college's large campus is full of exams. Wang Du's college is at its peak as a school of magic. There is no need to do this because the children are gathered from all over the country.

A middle-aged teacher is looking down at us from the high ground and saying hello.

"Young talents! I am honored that you have knocked through the gates of this Academy today! Because we're looking for the best talent again, just like you guys want the best schools! We don't close our gates to something talented! I would love to show my talent and have it learned in this college!

Then after a long talk, I cut it out like this.

"Last! It would be an unexpected honor for all of you, but Carlisle, the court magician, would like to be visited today! I'll talk to you now, but never be coarse!

With that said, the male teacher went down from the high ground.

Carlisle, the court magician.

The moment the name came up, the student turned. Even Laura, who was quietly listening to the teacher next door, leaked the word, uh.

I snuck up on Laura.

"Who?"

"And you don't know...?

"A little neglected to take care of you"

Because I've been stuck for ten years......

Laura explained it to me as a blur.

"Carlisle is one of the top talents in the history of the College and is now a court magician."

The court magicians - about the magicians who were allowed to serve the royal family directly. As a magician of palace service, I am of the highest caliber.

"That's amazing."

"Really. It's unusual to be a court magician at the age of 25."

"Twenty-five!?

Unexpectedly raise your voice. I held my mouth in a hurry and bowed my head around.

Getting to that seat is not easy.

It is a profession in which talented magicians can finally take up years of research and contributions to the nation.

So it's more or less the work of an experienced old magician.

"Twenty-five... are you sure it's twenty-five?

"Yes. Besides, you think you're fixing magic up to Seventh at that age"

Seventh - That is the title of a sorcerer who manipulates more than 700 sorceries.

Over 700 at 25.

That's not the usual talent.

It would also be impossible for students trying to enter the world of witchcraft to get excited.

Soon enough, beyond Magnus, who manipulates the legendary sorcerer 1000 magic...

I mocked myself so small that I didn't sound like Laura.

Once upon a time, a twenty-six year old cereal crush who can only handle one sorcery.

Once upon a time, a 25-year-old court magician dealing with more than 700 sorceries.

It feels exactly like a turtle looking up at the moon. I don't even know how sorry I am for being too different in dimensions.

Laura was right, a man my age and I never changed went up to the high ground.

He was a skinny man with frameless glasses. For a man, he has long golden hair stretched to his shoulders. I guess it's popular with aristocratic girls in the court of Sasha with a sweet face.

The moment the man showed up, the students said, "Whoa!" Raise your voice. An earlier male teacher said, "Quiet! Quiet!" he repeated.

Carlisle opened his mouth after the twitch subsided.

"I'm going to be on your side today and I'm going to tour your exams. Nevertheless, I'm not doing your assessment in particular, and I'm here to audit whether the exam is being conducted properly. So don't get me wrong about that because it's not you guys who should be nervous, it's the school teachers. If you're nervous, you're nervous. Loss, students?

Carlisle lines his mouth lightly with a light tone.

"Ma, but it is. I'm from the Royal School of Magic, so I thought there couldn't be a problem around there. I've already made a 'No Problem' report and it can be an all-you-can-skip situation. So I wanted to see you all work hard and remember your beginnings. I'm just going to let you all look a little more ambitious. Good luck."

When he had a meeting with the dust, Carlisle stepped off the high ground in a refreshing foothold.

It's a man who doesn't have one.

He became a court magician at the age of two or five. I'm sure that talent won't stay just in witchcraft.

I don't care.

There will be no more crossing of my life with that man who runs the road to success.

"Then we'll start the exam!

A male teacher shouted out loud.

We will be assigned a number to the group and will go to the examiner in charge. Me and Laura registered for the exam at the same time, so we split the squad in the same group.

The middle-aged man, the examiner in charge, opened his mouth.

"Now we're going to run the first exam by Magic Arrow!

The examiner's finger pointed backwards. There it was, stretched out on the strut, so tangential that the diameter spread both hands of man.

"I'll have three magic arrows shot from the green line here! The distance is 30 meters! Let me show you your magic control!

I feel nostalgic.

Because I took the same exam ten years ago.

I'm glad it hasn't changed. Because if things change, I'll be out at this point.

Of course, it's no coincidence that hasn't changed.

Magic arrows are the basics of magic. Many magicians are the first to master magic arrows.

In that sense, it's an equal choice as an exam subject.

"Magic Arrow! Magic Arrow! Magic Arrow!

The examiner fires three magic arrows continuously.

They landed near the center of the target with considerable accuracy.

"Here's the thing. Target is protective witchcraft. Don't hesitate to beat it out because it won't break with your student magic!

Examiner continues the words.

"Then have them take the tests in order of exam number. Number 389! Previous!"

Number 389...

... Me.

"I'm coming."

"Good luck!

Laura sent me out.

The students bothered me when I got out of the group and came forward.

From what I can hear in fragments...

"You're not a student, are you, that guy?

"You're a grown man, aren't you?

Apparently.

... Do you normally think so? It's a magic school. Students are overwhelmingly teenage students. There are only prestigious and wandering lives, but a ten-year athlete like me is just unusual.

I heard a laugh.

"Think of the years."

What with the voice. That voice was never many - but I guess many students think the same thing inside.

I can't help but care.

I stood on the green line and reached for it.

"Magic Arrow"

The arrows of light emanating from my hand rushed toward me.

Yeah!

The target splashed all over the wood with a loud noise.