"The first contestant to take the stage is Number Thirty-One!"
Madam Marilyn suddenly raised her voice, and the character projection of Contestant Number Thirty-One immediately appeared in the air.
The audience cried out in surprise and delight.
Those supporting this contestant cheered and applauded, calling out his name.
Only Contestant Number Thirty-One himself, in the waiting room, did not look particularly pleased.
Dark raised his head and glanced in that direction.
Ranked thirty-first in the preliminaries was a Holy Church bishop, roughly in his early forties.
Magisters at that age reached their peak in terms of knowledge reserves and magical power control. However, their physical condition would inevitably begin to decline.
Unless they kept training or took Magic Potions to improve or maintain it. This Holy Church bishop clearly belonged to that type.
He was not particularly bulky, but his arms were thick, his muscles bulging like rocks. His hair had completely fallen out; beneath his white cap was actually a smooth, bald head.
According to the records, this Holy Church bishop had once been known as a "battle priest" in his younger days, the extremely tough-minded sort. As he grew older, though he continued training his body, his temperament gradually settled. After becoming a bishop, he became widely known for his charity and benevolence.
"The first one out is Benson?" Professor Harvey said. Dark asked curiously, "Professor, do you know him?"
Professor Harvey chuckled. "When I first met him, he was only knee-high."
Dark said, "You were close?"
Professor Harvey immediately shook his head. "I broke his teacher's leg."
Dark: "Ah?"
Professor Harvey added, "It's fine. I put it back together afterward." Dark: "Oh."
In any case, a Holy Church bishop remembered by a master of the undead was certainly no ordinary person.
"..."
In the meantime, Madam Marilyn