"By the way, I still have to attend class later. I hope those big shots can behave themselves..."
Char thought worriedly, "I heard that the tens of thousands of academies in the Wizarding World will be holding a unified competition this time, gathering the most outstanding young generation for concentrated training to cultivate the pillars of the future war. I hope I can get a chance too... Forget it, that's unreliable. It'll be enough if Saya can secure a spot..."
When it came to himself, Char still lacked confidence deep down. In his own eyes, he might be fairly decent, but compared to the countless geniuses of the Wizarding World, he was still a long way behind. Only a true genius like Saya had the chance to contend with them.
Just as he was considering how to help Saya obtain a spot, a somewhat hoarse voice sounded beside his ear. "You seem to be worried about something?"
He instinctively jolted in alarm and hurriedly turned his head.
Before his eyes stood an old man roughly two meters tall, clad in a black robe that concealed his figure.
Only half of the old man's face was flesh and blood. The other half was made of brown machinery, and Char could even see the mechanical gears within steadily turning.
Facing the man's calm gaze, Char felt as though he had no secrets at all before him. He could not help growing nervous. After hesitating for a while, he flushed red and said, "I'm not worried about anything..."
The man expressionlessly swept his gaze over the others nearby and said calmly, "Is that so? Perhaps that truly is the case. But as an elder, I feel I should remind you of something. It is useless to merely think about many things, because a