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- One moment, please.

At the moment of the decision, there was something to contest.

Everyone sends a gaze to the Lord of the Voice.

Who's the one who's going to argue all the time and finally try to connect with what's decided! Those hostile eyes...

The moment I saw the speaker, I wobbled in confusion.

Carlisle, the court magician. I was at a meeting as an auditor for the exam. Many teachers have forgotten to exist because they have been silent until now......

The best talented magician of the day to receive the king's favor all by himself.

That statement is not something that can be neglected lightly.

"What is it, Carlisle?"

The teacher in the summary responds with a hard voice.

"Don't be so nervous. I just want to talk to you a little bit."

Carlisle slapped a piece of paper with her fingers.

"Student number 389, Alberto."

"Can you explain why you're dropping him?

Carlisle took Alberto's paper and read out the ratings written there.

"Alberto. Age twenty-six.

First practical exam. Power, range, and precision are all special A. However, the power to easily destroy the two targets as a matter of concern does not seem to belong to ordinary magic arrows, and I will report any wrongdoing.

Second practical exam. Dispel successful. Zero seconds left.

Written exam, six or eight points. … it doesn't seem to be an excellent score when we talk about it, but the pass line seems to be too far over. "

More Carlisle continues the conversation.

"You look like you're taking too many practical and written exams, but why did you fall?

"Because there is a quota. Sure, he's in a group on the down line, but given the capacity, other students should be prioritized."

"Why?

"Because age is age. Academics grow more in the younger. That is, there are ten years of advantages compared to other students. If that's the case, I'm going to have to get overwhelming results."

"I see. You make sense."

"Did you understand?

"But you can't accept that as an auditor."

Pisces and Carlisle let go.

"The kingdom says, 'Everyone has the right to learn'. You're not impressed with discrimination at your age."

Ugh, and a teacher as a compiler.

Other teachers put out a help ship.

"No, Carlisle. This is not age discrimination. I simply don't get his grades down. The second practical technique goes hand in hand with the time-up and the written exam is mediocre. The first practical technique is also questionable. I can't save you with this."

"Well, that's a pretty powerful objection,"

Kukuku, Carlisle laughs.

"Well, let's put it this way."

Bang, and Carlisle slammed Alberto's paper on the round table.

"Let him pass. I don't know why."

The air in the meeting room solidified.

Here's what Carlisle meant by his words. I don't need an argument anymore. Follow your own words.

A compiler teacher roughed up his voice.

"I'm afraid! I know that's beyond my authority as an auditor for as much as it takes! Are you going to ignore the independence of the College!?

"You're not speaking as an auditor anymore, are you?

"Huh?"

Carlisle laughed and then continued his words.

"I am commanding you as Carlisle, the court magician, who is superior to you. He wants to be admitted."

All teachers in the conference room lost their words.

I can't help it, Carlisle thinks. Carlisle exercised his power. Don't just say you'll crush it if you turn it against me.

"It wouldn't be a big deal, would it? Just enough to screw one student. I don't know what you're talking about, but there's got to be plenty of room."

"That's right..."

The compiler teacher responds with a cracked voice.

"Why is Carlisle so obsessed with the student?

'Cause I thought there was a chance.'

Carlisle said with a strength that was short but would not allow any further questions.

"He asks for admission. Be prepared for that kind of pain if you defy it. Now if you'll excuse me."

Speaking unilaterally, Carlisle left the conference room.

Philbs, a teacher at the School of Magic, visited him as he returned to the Royal Castle's office to clear the paperwork.

Philbs is a man whose short stretched beard is a trademark. Carlisle and I are college alumni and very close.

We're close - somewhere.

He is also one of Carlisle's keepers.

"That's an unforgiving way of putting it, Carlisle. After you left, the teachers were angry."

Carlisle responded resting her work hands.

"Ha ha, I'm not going to take the time to argue crap. I've already made up my mind. Ask them to obey more than they have decided. For that matter, I would use anything with authority or a high-pressure attitude."

So Carlisle tilted her neck.

"So, you think they'll obey?

"You told me that much. There's nothing you can do against it."

"It's very good to know things"

"So - why are you so obsessed with that student? You're gonna tell me, aren't you?