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I expected it to be all right, but Clay was quite relieved to hear Jebedy's affirmation.

"I see."

"I can't believe you didn't come to class when you could have done this."

"For some reason, I didn't feel like it... All right, as a compliment.

"Yeah. Praise is right, but is school a place where you go or stop when you feel up to it? Chew."

Being an excellent wizard, it was impossible to cheat on Professor Jebedi's test, which was sensitive.

Since it was the professor himself who knew it better than anyone else, he returned Clayo's answer sheet with various questions pressed.

Clayo is just happy to be a step away from the army, and his expression is a little relieved.

His calm response made his class even more surprised.

The whole room's eyes were on Clayo in the back seat.

It doesn't make sense. It's a miracle that Isiel got nine questions right.’

How... A kid who never came to class once gets it all right? It's impossible even if you take all one semester.’

'Oh, my...'

Clayo, sitting in a nonchalant mood, was not happy to get all the questions right, and felt like an adult who didn't care about the score.

Cell stared at Clayo, who sat one line across with eyes full of interest, and Isiel, who turned his head to the back, also shot Clayo with sharp eyes that seemed to be capable of killing people.

Clayo didn't even notice the girls' gaze as he looked at the grading reviews of the returned test papers.

To calm the disturbance in the classroom, Jebedi continued the class.

"Come on, quiet. I'm done with my notes, so this time, I'll take the final practical test."

The atmosphere of the lecture room, which had been calming down, has become chaotic again. There was a reason why Jebedy's class was notorious.

"You usually take the test by knowing and training, but what you prepared for the test is not your knowledge. All right, everybody, get your practice pads and get them together at the training ground."

"Group 1 30 will definitely draw two types of magic on the floor of the training ground and even evaluate the activation of the function by injecting ether. As you know, a magic formula doesn't function if a stroke is wrong. Even so, more than 90% of expressions are correctly drawn and reflected in the evaluation."

Holding a baton-length practice round, the children stood in groups.

Although the weather was not hot at all due to the cool breeze, some students had sweat under their ears.

"For 10 people in 2 trillion, try to draw six kinds of magic. But if you open the circle and start the magic school, I'll give you a perfect score."

"Wow-wow-."

"What's the reaction?"

"Teacher, I don't have a friend in my freshman year who can open a circle yet."

One of the students in Group 2 was jabbering. One of Jebedy's eyebrows popped up.

"Don't call, can't everyone do it if you can't? If you haven't neglected your training in circulating ether to the heart, you can open enough circles for the first year."

"So when did the last freshman who opened the circle come out?"

"It was 52 years ago. All right, let's stop talking. I will demonstrate first."

Jebedi picked up a winding wooden cane and banged it down on the floor.

In an instant, the circle ran over the training ground and out of the school's boundaries.

In the warm golden light that covered the whole school, the students who were in class held their heads out of the window.

"The dean of the Capital Defense College said that the entire school should be able to be in the circle on an external basis."

Jebedi is Albion's only big wizard, and the title is Master.

Behemoth said that Professor Jebedi's ether level was 8.

The 8-level wizard's circle is one kilometer in diameter, with eight magical slots.

If there were eight slots, it meant that eight magic meals could be activated at the same time.

The 'understanding' function of 'promise' has begun to work. A golden string floated over Jebedy's head.

[8 Level Wizard]

Title: Patience of Mercy

As soon as the professor's circle unfolded, a huge expansion of magic came to mind from the floor. Clayo opened his eyes wide.

'[Wind] [Fresh] All three of them are magic tricks from the last test. Three at the same time! This is amazing!’

Worth the death by heart. The three overlapped and were complex, but the components could be identified. The exquisite combination of the union was a natural admiration.

cried Jebedy, who looked around the table once.

"[Flame, Peace]

The leaves on the trees on the campus were all rumbling together. The birds in the forest flied up in surprise.

The fresh wind gently swept all the students' hair. For a moment, all the unpleasant sweat cooled down. I felt light.

The scale and complexity of the magic that I saw last time were different.

Clayo ran away from his mother.

"This is magic, and you don't develop it and you just use it for research?"’

The last manuscript, Jebedi, did heal Arthur every dangerous moment, but he didn't have this great ability!

'fifi' is not just a person and a case. The magic has changed!’

Soon the wind died down and the leaves stopped shaking. The students couldn't even breathe.

He was a professor with excellent ability to inspire people.

Even Clayo's heart rate was getting faster, so it's hard for teenage children.

Jebedi, who was satisfied with the students' eyes being colored with respect and awe, opened his mouth.

"Students who have drawn more than eight law schools should come forward. I'll evaluate you first. Ripe Angelium, Leticia Angelium, Isiel Kishion, Clayo Asher."

The four called out to stand in front of the students and close to Professor Jebedi.

"Who's going to go first?"

Three girls and a boy looked into each other's eyes. Clayo quickly took a step forward.

"I'll go first."

"Yes, Clay. Are you going to draw a magic school or try to open a circle?"

"I'll open the circle."

I heard Isiel swallowing his breath behind my back.

If he had been able to speak, he would have shouted, "You liar!"

Clayo clasped the practice round, trying not to look back as much as possible.

'I didn't want to say anything in one mouth. You're in a bad position....’

Now that Clayo has already fallen out of sight, there are not many ways to choose.

Originally, he intended to hide his power in moderation.

But when Behemot learned that he could not get more than 50 points in the basic fencing course, he said, "You're worse than this scarecrow. The magic foundation is to get 100 points no matter what. Otherwise, your savings and my liquor will be blown away!" he insisted.

When it comes to grades, Clayo believed in Behemoth completely.

As a result of following Behemoth's short-term hell camp, I was able to finally open the circle the night before yesterday.

It was thanks to Behemoth, who could feel the energy of Ether, who learned how to circulate Ether by hitting the stomach and back and shoulder 100 times.

'You have to cycle properly to increase the level of ether. It's not just the outside, it's the heart that spins. After you pull it out! Imagine a circle and draw a circle around you!’

Even now, the chewy voice of the behemoth seemed to be ringing in my ears.

Just after seeing Jebedy's enormous circle, I felt a bit flat, but as I learned, I circulated Ether to my heart and stretched the wand forward.

A golden circle rose from under Clayo's feet. Despite his efforts, Clayo's circle size was about 2.5 meters in diameter.

'Where is this? Normally, you can't even open it, so you should be this satisfied.’

"Wow…!"

"What a circle!"

"It's a circle!"

"That's incredible."

Angelium twins were equally beautiful in their voices, singing as if they were singing. The noisy hum of the students was overwritten.

It was a noise that didn't come into Clayo's ears, which focused on implementing the law school system.

It was easy to think of the Majeure School, which I memorized in my head, but when I added Sunhwa a little later, it didn't overlap and bounced off.

The floor began to spring up a magical figure. Along the shape of the ceremony, the ether grew and shone.

The loading is already done.

'I can't do it. It was too much to join.’

But there was only one, so I could find the right statement in the book I read over there.

'Sorry, Mr. Moon. It's because I don't have Moonjae. Let's borrow a phrase.’

"[The strong wind shakes May's soft buds!]]1)”

The brilliant magic was on fire.

The magic that was invoked was not the level of the wind.

It was a storm.

A single point-reduced storm shook the boy's circle violently.

Brown hair flapped violently and the jacket of the school uniform was completely overturned.

The wind trapped in a narrow circle became a golden gust of wind and reached sky-high. It was as if the nucleus of the typhoon had been present over the training ground.

Clayo's light body was lifted up and down by the wind. If I did something wrong, I thought I would soar.

As he struggled to keep himself in the wind, Clay quickly came up with a new school meal.

There was no time to think of a good statement.

"[Excluding the Protector!]"

Flop-flop-

The light of Ether was so brilliant that no one seemed to see him floundering and falling.

Clayo, who frowned in a dazzling light, stood up as if nothing had happened again, shaking off his dusty school uniform.

The Ether storm lasted for a few more seconds, and naturally stopped.

There were no more admiring students.

In the nearest lecture hall, not only the students but also the instructors and assistants who were lecturing were leaning out and looking down at the training ground.

It was definitely a two-level circle. Only one kind of magic expression was properly expressed in it, but the power of magic matched that of a four-level wizard. It was a tremendous talent.

Jebedi opened his mouth in a solemn voice. The way he looked at Clayo was so serious.

"…you're the first freshman to do this since the first grade, when you opened the circle 52 years ago, Clayo Asher."

"Is that so?"

"The student's name was Jebedi Pussis, and he is now the only eight-level wizard in the Kingdom of Albion."

"No, you're good at painting your face with your own mouth."

You`re probably a senior who can refer to your moves. Your score is perfect. And from next semester, I recommend that you consider taking a second-year class."

1) Sonnets 18,William Shakespeare.