The venue for the Cresselfon opening ceremony was located in the middle of a small castle city. In the beginning, there were only a vast circular arena and a few lodging buildings for participants in the expansive plains. However, as Cresselfon gained popularity, businesses formed in the vicinity, and over the course of a few hundred years, it developed into a full-fledged city.
“The accommodations for the students of the Royal Academy of the Loxha Empire are in this building.”
The guard, who started guiding from the entrance of the castle, stopped in front of a three-story building.
The students’ expressions brightened at the thought of being able to stay in a place with a roof after a long time of camping.
“Finally, the camping is over.”
“I want to take a bath in warm water.”
“Rest is still far away. We have to go through the qualification assessment.”
Cresselfon had a unique assessment method.
They set a three-day period to allow participants to enter, and on the afternoon of the arrival day, individual qualification assessments were conducted. Participants had to pass this assessment to qualify for the Cresselfon preliminaries.
Today was the first day of the three-day period.
Although there was little information about the assessment on the first day, there was an advantage in the small number of academies participating.
Students didn’t have to wait for a long time, and academies confident in their students’ abilities tended to gather.
The Royal Academy of the Loxha Empire and the Udik Academy were also among them.
“That’s true. Is everyone in good condition? You wouldn’t be too tired if you hadn’t encountered monsters at night.”
“Triche dealt with those monsters. …The monster skewers were surprisingly delicious.”
About 40 students entered the building.
The guard who happened to overhear the students’ conversation asked the professor in front of him, startled, “Did you meet monsters last night?”
“We did. Seven bird-type monsters.”
“Seven of them?”
Seven monsters were a scale that would inevitably result in casualties.
However, considering that the students’ behavior was exceptionally neat, it seemed unlikely that there were any casualties. Could it be that there were casualties?
The guard double-checked the list of applicants he had confirmed at the castle entrance.
43 people. Everyone arrived safely.
“It was just a joke. I almost believed it.”
The guard, trying to match the mood with a joke, chuckled.
Even if monsters appeared, there were probably only one or two. The professor seemed to have exaggerated.
However, satisfied with the guard’s reaction, the professor grinned and said, “Haha. It could be taken as a joke. Our students are so excellent!”
“Is that true?”
“Well, I’m not saying this because I’m our student. How remarkable it is.”
The professor pointed out Liche’s name from the list the guard was holding and whispered, “Choose her as the winner in six months. You won’t regret it.”
Due to Cresselfon, a city was created, and during the tournament season, various small and large bets were made among the people gathered in the city.
Among them, the most popular bet was to guess the winner of the final.
Even though it would take six months for the final candidate to be determined, the professor confidently raised his thumb as if Liche would inevitably be a candidate.
“Highly recommended.”
Meanwhile, Liche stood near the lodging building without entering.
It was to say farewell to Morgan.
She had already parted ways with Hamad at the entrance of the castle.
Upon hearing the news that the Udik Academy had arrived early this morning, she decided to go straight to the lodging and left without looking back.
“I have to go lubricate my equipment…!”
Morgan also seemed like he wanted to follow Hamad, but for some reason, he stayed by Liche’s side.
The professor also tried to signal, saying, “Shouldn’t Mr. Dayle go now?”
Anyway, Morgan, a student from another academy, couldn’t enter Liche’s lodging. It was now truly time to part ways.
“Nice meeting you. Now we’re enemies.”
Liche joked lightly, extending her hand for a handshake.
Morgan hesitated before finally shaking her hand.
“I’m not transferring to Udik Academy. I don’t want to be enemies with Triche.”
“That’s just talk.”
Liche, accustomed to Morgan’s nonchalant attitude, raised the corners of her mouth.
Smiling elegantly, she looked back at Morgan, who captured the moment within his golden eyes, responding with a smile.
“I enjoyed meeting you too, Triche.”
“See you later. We’ll be living in the same city until the finals for a few months, right?”
“Yeah, that’s right. See you later.”
Morgan bid farewell with a bright smile and left. Liche silently watched his retreating figure and then turned around.
[Contractor.]“Yes.”
[That guy. Don’t get too close.]Liche agreed with Pythos’ words.
Suddenly, Liche’s cheerful expression disappeared, and her face became serious, resembling the expressionless faces of Deon and Blake. Liche’s silver eyes sank low.
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