Ansu was the first to leave the examination hall.
It was still early morning outside. The warm winter sun covered the dome of the Order Holy See, while the trees beyond the courtyard cast a light layer of green shadows.
The corridor was completely empty.
It seemed he was the first examinee to come out.
But after Ansu left the corridor, descended from the third floor, and crossed the security line, he was immediately surrounded by a crowd several layers deep, cameras and microphones everywhere.
Most of them carried notebooks, pencils tucked behind their ears, white caps on their heads, and briefcases slung over their shoulders;
Their colorful outfits bore all sorts of newspaper logos. The moment they saw the first examinee emerge, they wore the expressions of sharks smelling blood.
Most were reporters, while some were education experts.
To the residents of Farol, the annual Saint Trial was an event of great public interest.
And since Ansu was the first examinee to come out, naturally they were thrilled.
"May I ask, what was the final question?"
This was the question the journalists cared about most.
Ansu looked toward the person asking. The latter's shirt bore the words "Capital Morning Post."
The Radiant Holy See's final question had always been the nation's hottest topic due to its famous absurdity and unpredictability. Many gambling houses even took bets on what the final question would be,
and education experts from various places across the country watched every year to see what area the final question covered.
After all, these were questions personally set by the bishops of the various dioceses.
By analyzing the fields tested in the final question, they could speculate on the Holy See's future examination direction, intentions, and question-setting approach.
The education experts made their money by writing about such things.
What if their predictions turned out to be wrong?
It did not matter. They had already talked those fools out of their money anyway.
Faced with this question, Ansu thought for a moment and recalled what Miss Enya had said earlier.
It seemed rather interesting.
"I've somewhat forgotten the specific details of the question." Ansu scratched his head with a troubled look. "I might not explain it very clearly."
"Just tell us the general content, please."
"Well, the final question was related to mothers and children," he replied.
Ansu thought for a moment, then added, "Because it was too easy, I don't remember it very clearly—only idiots wouldn't be able to solve it."
Even now, Ansu was still putting pressure on the other examinees.
After all, there were still exams tomorrow and the day after.
Related to mothers and children—!
The Capital Morning Post reporter's eyes lit up. Had the Radiant Holy See's scope of examination expanded into the realm of family affection?
What profound humanistic concern.
As expected of a question set by a bishop—its content was so broad and profound.
"Could you reveal a little more?" the Morning Post reporter asked again.
"It was related to hybridization," Ansu answered honestly.
The education experts present were somewhat dumbfounded. Mothers and children, then hybridization—were the questions set by that venerable bishop really this wild?
How were they supposed to predict next year's questions now?
"Could you be a bit more specific?" The reporter carefully recorded everything in his notebook with a pencil.
"It tested non-human types."
Mothers and children, non-humans, hybridization!
What kind of monster did all that make when combined?
Had the Radiant Holy See's examination scope become this bizarre now?
They had known the Radiant Holy See's final question tended to be unconventional, but just what field had it veered into now?
They had known the Holy See's questions were broad and profound, but they had not expected them to be so profoundly obscene!
The education experts were sweating profusely—this had completely exceeded the boundaries of their knowledge.
"C-Could you give us another hint?"
The reporter wiped the sweat from his forehead, his eyes shining with excitement. He already had a feeling that a huge scoop was right in front of him.
"It involved gender transformation and body modification. Oh, and reproduction," Ansu answered confidently.
Gender transformation!
Body modification!
Reproduction!
These devilish words spilled from the lips of this sunny young man, and the deep filth concealed within each one seemed to condense into something tangible, carrying unspeakable, horrifying knowledge.
Cold sweat streamed down the education experts' foreheads as their throats involuntarily swallowed.
Bishop, my dear venerable bishop, what kind of question had you set this year?!
Was the Radiant Holy See about to enter the realm of erotica?!
What should they recommend for next year's supplementary study materials? Eighteen-plus fanbooks from some little bookstore?
Should the study guides be changed to "Three Years of Gender Transformation, Five Years of Hybridization"?
Quite a few education experts and tabloid reporters had already formed preliminary ideas. They immediately began writing, because whoever got this firsthand information out fastest would make the money.
The Capital Morning Post reporter was sweating profusely as well. He coughed and no longer dared to ask anything further.
Watching the expressions on these journalists' faces, Ansu found it rather amusing.
Of course, he knew the truth would eventually come out—the real questions would be released sooner or later—but it did not matter. He would have his fun while he could.
After all, Ansu had not told a single lie. If their imaginations ran wild, that was only because their minds were filthy.
"You're the first examinee to leave the examination hall. May I... may I ask you to leave..." The reporter was even stammering. "Would it be convenient to leave a name?"
Leave a name. Ansu did not really like leaving his name.
He could, but there was no need to.
Whatever they imagined, the ones who would make fools of themselves in the end would be these education experts and journalists.
"Just call me Arthur Sunny, Sunny of the border Sun Family."
After leaving behind his fellow townsman's name, Ansu pushed through the crowd and headed out.
According to the examination schedule, after finishing the exam in the Order Diocese, he still had to report to the Alchemy Diocese—the examiner would announce the Exam Rules tomorrow.
Ansu still had the title of The Newborn over his head, but it did not matter. He had only just arrived in the imperial capital; who would know that The Born was Ansu Morningstar?
The imperial capital was so large, and there were so many examinees.
Besides, he had not lied in the first place, so no one could blame him.
Ansu had only been gone for a short while.
When the reporters saw a second examinee emerge from the examination hall.
Brilliant gold hair, lion-like dignified brown eyes, an aura as powerful and vigorous as the sun, and an untamed, carefree temperament that radiated from him at every moment.
He had also handed in his paper an hour early?
Could this year's questions really be as easy as that Sunny examinee had claimed? the education experts wondered.
"May I ask what the final question was?" The education experts hurried over, looking at him eagerly. "Was it really related to mothers and children, hybridization, and such?"
Even now, they still refused to give up.
Arthur looked at the reporters interviewing him, somewhat bewildered.
The final question.
What had the final question been again?
Arthur Sunny had only done the multiple-choice questions!
But now that he was being grilled by reporters, Arthur could only bluff his way through. He smiled and nodded confidently.
Gasp. The education experts visibly sucked in a breath.
"Would it... would it be convenient to leave a name?" The Morning Post reporter grew more and more excited. He knew he had landed a huge scoop. "So we can put it in the headline."
The headline.
Arthur instantly perceived the danger. He was no fool. If the newspaper printed his name in the headline and his father back at the border saw it, then a few days later his results came out—
—he had failed the exam, yet he had dared to be the second person to hand in early and leave the examination hall?
With such arrogance, Father would beat him to death!
He could not leave his True Name.
He was extremely clever, and his mind rapidly spun as he thought.
He calmly and carefully analyzed and reasoned.
Ansu had left before him. That guy had definitely already been interviewed and had left Ansu's name behind. So he could not leave Ansu's name.
Otherwise, he would be exposed.
That left only one choice,
because Arthur only knew those two examinees.
His clever brain had already found the answer!
"My name is Liszt Moon. Moon of the border Moon Family."
Arthur confidently left behind those final words, then pushed through the crowd and strode away with flair.
Brother Liszt, you could take the beating for him. After all, they were good brothers from the same place—Arthur knew that Liszt had most likely bombed this exam too.
How could someone as clever as him possibly exist in this world?
As for the title of Radiant Lion Cub still above his head, it did not matter. He had not left his name anyway. He had only just arrived in the imperial capital; who would know the Lion Cub was Arthur Sunny?
The imperial capital was so large, and there were so many examinees.
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