Those around listening intently began betting one after another, using Allen's assigned class as the topic. And the ever so capable magic instructor Emmy jotted down who bet on what.
The most popular choice to bet on was Class A, but since Allen was from a remote countryside whose na they had never heard, so had doubts about his academic performance and so a few votes went for Class B and C.
A class had up to 20 people, and only 100 students would be admitted from the entrance exam every year, so classes ranged from A to E. However given Allen's mana capacity and his performance in the practical exam, he was confird to be placed in Class C the very least even if he just barely did good enough in the theory exam.
Once the bets were settled, Dew continued to speak.
"...As for what happened later, I presu you lot must have already figured it out from the video. He had made an impromptu strike but that was just a bait to probe my attitude in the beginning. Then when I followed up with a horizontal sweep which had almost no chance of injury, he dodged with his special move and countered with a roundhouse kick to my face. After watching his first move and the roundhouse kick on his 3rd move, I'm sure he was using his body-strengthening magic at full power — or closer to that — despite that damned soil setup of old man Godorfun which made it harder to walk on. I an, considering his running pace in the morning, I've no doubt he must have already finished adjusting to the soil by the ti he walked to the reception, keeping his pace to sothing no different than usual."
"If I may, I have two questions."
Dante, the one with the muscular jaw but had a kind look, raised his hand.
"It was indeed a sharp roundhouse kick but I don't think it was on the level that could touch the forelock of the 'Efficient Operator' Dew Owiel, the captain of the Knight Order's third legion."
"Hmm? Ah, was it hard to understand from the video angle? Well, I just underestimated him... That brat deliberately placed the wooden sword slightly to the right of my line of sight, adjusting in which direction it would be deflected. The trick was to guide my gaze to check if the flying sword wouldn't hit the clueless students standing there while he took advantage of that opening. Then his roundhouse kick ca from a dead angle which caused to react late."
"Hmm, I see. I also got the answer to my second doubt. No matter if it was to create an opening, suddenly losing your weapon would be a great disadvantage. He even ca up with a way to make a counterattack by securing a weapon imdiately from a nearby student."
"That's the crooked part about that brat. Looking back, he didn't show any interest in the other examinees, which seed unnatural. But depending on the situation, he kept them as his insurance to take them into strategy when needed. Don't you think his spirit is quite rotten?"
"...I can't say anything about spirit, but as old man Godofrun said, he indeed didn't sound like soone who would be inept in studying..."
"...Alright everyone, that should be enough. Let's get back to grading..."
Mujikke tried to interrupt, however,
"...Speaking of which, old man Godorfun, did you see the footage of Dew-san's practical exam after that?"
Justin suddenly spoke with a grin.
"Hmm? Not yet... Was there another interesting lad?"
So of them must have seen it, as they avoided eye contact awkwardly.
"After that, not a single examinee ca to Dew-san! Not a single one! I couldn't see clearly from my position, but after getting tricked by that student, he must have had one heck of a furious expression! Ahahaha."
As Parch laughed boisterously, not reading the mood, a vein bulged out of Dew's forehead.
"There's no way I would be seriously mad at a 12-year-old brat!"
Justin swiftly stepped forward to supplent.
"Indeed, if anything, Dew-san looked to be in quite a good mood after that. He kept waiting for another strong-minded examinee to challenge him with a fierce grin. Though as more and more examiners avoided him, his face gradually turned depressed..."
As Justin fanned the fla, the ever-so-capable magic instructor Emily swiftly changed the image projected on the monitor. In it was the back of the Dew, waiting there all alone, with a lancholic expression.
"Ahahaha! This angle is perfect, Emmy-chan!"
Parch burst out in laughter once again, inciting others to follow as well.
"Stop showing that! All of them were cowards, choosing their examiners based on expression! The ones who ca straight to at the beginning were decent, but the rest were utterly diocre! Have their levels dropped or sothing?!"
"Fufufu. Well everyone, don't laugh. It was after having fun with an interesting toy. So he must have been quite excited and unintentionally leaked out so of his aura… Though I also wished the examinees were more gutsy!"
Godorfun put a leash on everyone's fun. Finally, when everyone reigned in their laughter, Mujikka urged everyone to continue their work.
"Co one, this should be enough now, so please return to grading, everyone! We are already behind schedule compared to last year! We're short on ti!
Everyone was about to head to their respective work when the magic instructor Emmy murmured in a soft voice.
"Ah... The reason why the examinees didn't co to Dew-san. I think I happened to see it......"
Everyone stopped in their tracks.
clatter-clatter
Emmy operated the magic tool once again.
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