The Commoner Students did not show any hostile looks toward the noble students' group. Instead, their faces were full of longing, their eyes revealing the thought: I could take their place.
Everyone hated privilege; everyone yearned for privilege.
Those who had come to take Sigma University's assessment entered the inner space of the Spaceport. They were immediately given a warm welcome—or rather, they basked in Count Werner Mazuh, the vice principal's reflected glory.
The Viscount governor of the port accompanied them the whole way with a smiling face.
"How're we getting there later?"
"By spaceship, obviously!"
In the crowd, a few people whispered to each other.
"I know we're taking a spaceship. I mean, what's the procedure?"
"My cousin who graduated told me Sigma University sends upper-year Senior Students from the Tactical Command Department to pilot spaceships made by Senior Students from the Spaceship Research Department and the spaceship maintenance and construction departments to pick us up. Inside the ship, there are also robots and things like that jointly made by Senior Students from other departments, responsible for protection and maintaining order."
When the people around them heard that, question marks practically filled their faces.
Senior Students?
Could they really handle it?
They did not trust these future Senior Students of theirs.
They were all students themselves, so they knew very well what students were really like in private.
"Relax. The ones who get to participate are all outstanding students ranked in the top ten of their departments, future nobles without a doubt. Besides, the teachers and directors of each department are present throughout the entire production process. Nothing will go wrong.
"And to put it bluntly, even if it's just for a perfect personal résumé, they'll put in ten thousand times the effort and won't dare be careless in