Episode 59. midterm exam (1)

“in a bad mood.”

Holden looked sadly at the frowning girl with a large black ribbon in her hair.

Eugene was already the head of the first year of the Ministry of Magic, but he was always extremely anxious that someone else would lose first place.

Originally, he was a child with a strong desire to be recognized by others, but on top of that, he recently lost a magic duel to an E class student, and his anxiety symptoms got worse.

As worry and anxiety piled up, Eugene fell madly into the magic tool that Filetta had given him.

Even today, it was difficult to count how many times it was dried.

‘still… .’

Holden did not give up and carefully placed his hand on Eugene’s shoulder, who did not intend to leave the magic lab.

“Eugene, now he can’t beat you. So let’s go in.”

“No. Other kids besides him might come after him. How do I know if another unique spellcaster or Aspect Wizard might be hiding more in Year 1… !”

Eugene bled again from his wrist.

There were so many scars on her slender arms that it was hard to see, but she didn’t care.

The sad girl forgot the pain and applied the liquid flowing down her wrist to the ribbon.

The black ribbon that greedily sucked her blood turned red and began to burn the surroundings black, and the haze that rose from the heat distorted the scattered snowflakes and petals.

“Eugene… . It cuts your soul.”

“I’ll do as much as I won’t die. Didn’t Piletta-sister bring you here because you can see that limit?”

“please-“

“therefore! Leave me alone! Although he is a user of Aspect Magic, which is as rare as Unique Magic! Do you know how I feel?”

‘… .’

Eugene’s fading soul and Holden’s distraught mind were distorted little by little by the black heat.

‘I’d rather have midterms come soon… .’

For some, it was extremely painful, and for others, the 3 weeks that were so busy that I didn’t even know how it was passing, went by slowly.

* * *

In a lecture room filled with the sound of a pen tip tapping on a desk, there is a girl who walks around as if wandering through the test room, but does not receive anyone’s attention.

“Mister, he is cheating.”

Meriel approached the student she pointed out and tore the test paper right on the spot.

When a student who committed cheating without even making an excuse was expelled, the atmosphere in the exam hall became even heavier.

“Is this fun?”

After I sent a glance to Ina and Karin, who freaked out over Meriel’s self-talk, to focus on the exam, I notified the nervous students.

“As notified in advance before the exam, cheaters will receive 0 points immediately upon detection.”

I heard from a Mint student and found out that the school’s paper-and-pencil evaluation system was more lax than I thought.

In the practical test, a lot of manpower was put in to evaluate the student’s ability relatively transparently, but the written test did not.

Is it because the school considers the importance of the written test low, or is it because they are not interested in students in lower classes? . I have never seen a professor faithfully monitoring the exam hall here.

Most of the test questions are only numbers modified from last year’s questions, so if you get a genealogy from seniors, it’s not that difficult to get close to a perfect score without even reading a book.

So, no matter how hard the lower class students who didn’t feel mana tried to score in the written evaluation, they couldn’t get good grades because their practical scores were low.

Unreasonable evaluations that are not directly related to effort and results, professors who are not motivated to teach, and students who are trying to get grades comfortably and easily.

Perhaps many of the students currently playing in the entire school district may not be qualified to be there.

“30 minutes before submission.”

Students’ hands were busy. The time limit is 180 minutes, and unlike other exams, no students have yet to leave after submitting their exam papers.

The midterm exam is literally a test to check the level of students in the middle of the semester.

Considering that the class taught the basics of magic, it was already difficult to demand high creativity from the students.

Therefore, creativity was evaluated in the final exam, and this exam focused on evaluating the basic skills that fit the purpose of the class.

From multiple-choice questions that ask for the meaning of magic language, to subjective questions that fill in the appropriate word or number in the magic formula blank.

Lastly, essay-type questions that must include the given words and transform the magic formula.

When students first received the test papers, they would have felt that the essay type was the most difficult, but the level of difficulty would not be surprisingly high because the intention of the questions was clear.

Instead, I hid some of the subjective questions that require high thinking skills.

‘If I solve the problem without thinking, it will be a big problem.’

Since we paid attention to the distribution of scores according to the difficulty of the questions, the ability to discriminate was also clear.

A bitter smile came out when I saw the faces of some of the top students whose faces were white, but if you are a student who studied hard, you will be able to receive honest scores based on your efforts.

The children who came to my office separately and asked questions about things they did not understand seemed to calmly go through the calculations.

Except for one… .

“please… !”

Yuri, who was wringing her hair out in the corner, suddenly started praying and rolled the pencil, unaware that I was silently watching.

Degur. Took.

“… .”

It wasn’t until the pencil that had been rolled too hard fell under the desk that Yuri froze as if she noticed my gaze.

“… don’t get up from your seat I will pick it up for you.”

“sorry.”

Yuri’s face turned bright red as he heard breathless giggling from all sides.

I could briefly look at her test papers while placing a pencil with numbers on the desk.

‘Are you going to focus on filming this problem and checking other problems? That might be a good strategy, but… .’

“Use your judgment carefully.”

“… Yeah.”

After confirming that Yuri had regained her senses and focused on the test paper, I was about to go back to my seat.

Degur.

“… ?”

This time there was a new rolling of the pen from the other side.

15 minutes before the end of the exam, Carol, who hadn’t left her seat yet, was rolling her pen with blank eyes.

If it were Carol, she would have been able to hand in the test papers and leave within an hour… .

‘Is this exam that hard? I can’t… .’

“Carl, in case your physical condition is-”

Degur.

For a moment I thought I was mistaken.

‘This… .’

Black color.

There were no white spaces on Carol’s test paper.

Under the essay-type questions written so that the intention of the test was clearly visible, the densely written numbers were coloring the test paper black.

‘I wanted to evaluate basic skills rather than creativity… . Are you saying you can’t be satisfied with that much, Carol?’

Carol, who had filled even the back page of the answer sheet with math formulas, continued to roll her pencil as if she had not heard my voice as she was completely immersed in the black sea.

* * *

uh- uh uh-

“Shut up, please.”

ugh… .

“shut up! I’m going to die of rage, but I’m whining next to you.”

red baby. As soon as they came into the world, they were sacrificed to the superstitions of uncivilized humans.

Saein Saeparang, who was training in a forest a little far from the school, dismissed the commander’s whining.

The situation of being eaten by one’s own people and becoming a ghost is the matter of the spirit, and dealing with the spirit is a separate issue.

The spirits are vengeful souls. Among them, there are those who killed innocent people who had nothing to do with their deaths, and even if they didn’t kill people, if they couldn’t suppress their emotions, they could turn the world into a mess.

In other words, since they were living with a bomb next to them, the attitude of the Rang people toward the ghosts had to be sharp.

Nevertheless, the reason why they keep the ghosts by their side to watch over them and work to cleanse them of their sins is only what the wolf god Flone wants.

“three. cool down a bit Can’t you just be quiet during break time?”

“Telvin, as a human being, can you understand how I feel-”

“Yes. It must be absurd even for me to see an old friend from the same department run away.”

Sae-in had no interest in the paper-and-pencil evaluation, but he had prepared harder than anyone else for the practical test to compete with Inna.

In particular, for the evaluation of magic dueling, where skills are competed in combat, I tried so hard that I asked Professor Telvin for a sparring match this time… .

“Is there really no chance of me meeting Ina in a magic duel?”

“doesn’t exist. I suggested it to the principal several times, but the only answer was that the opponent for Dalian must be from the same school.”

“damn… .”

“Don’t worry, keep training. Ina said that she went to the Ministry of Magic to overcome her limits. You should go further.”

“I was going to bet everything on this magic duel… .”

“three?”

Telvin, lying on the grass, reached out and caught the wing of a flying butterfly.

“Do I really have to beat Ina in the test? There must be a way to visit Ina and fight and win… ?”

“that’s… .”

“Is it because of the magic dueling rules? Since the number of guardian spirits is limited to one at the test site, I’m asking if you think you can’t beat Ina if it’s not within that limit.”

It has already been more than two hours since Telvin sparred with Sein today.

I came out to get some fresh air… . By now, the vice-principal would be scouring the school.

Leaving Sein, who had hardened, behind him, Telvin got up from his knees.

“If you beat Inna like that, you won’t feel comfortable in the end, right?”

“… But you can’t even fight yourself! Don’t you remember the last time you got into an unauthorized fight and almost got expelled? Even then, Professor, if it weren’t for your help-“

“It would be like that if we fought without permission. So, I will grant permission.”

“What… ?”

“I will defend it as the culture of the Lang people, so go and bump into it to your heart’s content. I also wonder how much Professor Ian has changed Ina.”

* * *

‘Princess Euril, have you read the newspaper department’s monthly magazine?’

‘no. Haril, did you write anything good about it?’

‘Yes, it was plastered with stories about the student council and Holden?! How did you bring that stubbornness? He doesn’t listen to the principal.’

‘… somehow?’

Holden joins the student council, and the place is back to life.

Rize, who was taking on almost all the work by herself, had an executive she could rely on instead of Ina, so her depression symptoms have improved a lot recently.

The gloomy atmosphere of the early days of the relaunched student council had faded to some extent, to see if Darby and Eugene, who had a bad temper, were also taking care of Holden.

‘More than anything.’

The biggest benefit was the perception that a half-Scharp would join a bad organization.

Ian, who is friendly to the common people and is fully supported by inferior students.

In addition, while confronting Ina, who is loved by everyone, the student council was misunderstood as a den of evil.

“It’s not a misunderstanding, isn’t it true?”

“Shut up, Filetta. Come on, brush your hair.”

“Afterwards.”

In the student council president’s private room, sitting at the desk where Euril was working, Filetta muttered as she looked over the personal information of Professor Ian’s faction.

Yuri, Mina, Frill, Carol, Sepia, Ina.

“A week later.”

“Evaluation of the magic duel? yes. I made them draw up the brackets as you said, and added a disqualification clause when using unique magic.”

“Has there been any response from Ian’s side?”

“What? Maybe it’s because I’m busy with midterm exams these days?”

“Then there won’t be a big variable.”

“So, let’s comb your hair now.”

“… Is this so urgent?”

“It’s my hobby.”

Knock. Knock.

While Payleta and Euril were arguing about their hair, someone knocked on the door of the private room.

“wait a minute.”

Euril, who had been brushing Filetta’s black hair, hurriedly pushed her into the closet.

“… princess? This is Heryl.”

“what’s the matter? come in.”

“That… . Lost in the lead department… I said I found it, so I brought it for now.”

“… Mia?”

When Haril opened the door, a blue-haired Rang followed her in.

“… Mia?”

“Yeah… . I’ve never been to a place other than the Magic Tower of the Special Combat Team… .”

A man who had a wild nature that could never be tamed, but did not know the road well, confidently asked as if he did not know anything about fear.

“Where is Ina?”