Time flowed like water.
In the blink of an eye, a hundred years had rushed past.
It was once again the day of the centennial aptitude testing for Apprentices.
On the Star Highlands.
Flags were raised one after another, representing different camps and noble houses.
Grand Duke Meni looked toward a corner of the camp, where a group of gifted commoners had also arrived here with the help of the Wings of Hermes.
The Shadow Spider, on the other hand, seemed uninterested in sending students away for further study, preferring internal cultivation instead.
In truth, the sorcerer families on Aderson Island knew more or less about the war on the Sorcerer Continent. After all, the fact that most of the Apprentices they had sent there had died unnatural deaths was the best proof.
There were no shortage of more enlightened factions that kept one or two gifted individuals behind for the family to raise.
Yet the force of long-standing tradition was also immensely powerful, and many sorcerer families still chose to place their faith in the Sorcerer Continent.
After all, the official sorcerers aboard the airships could, for the most part, still manage a barely fair approach.
The Meni Family, too, had benefited from this rule.
Relying on several alchemical items and notebooks sent back from the Sorcerer Continent last time, they had gradually amassed sorcerous strength, then destroyed the Rogge Kingdom and established the Duchy of Meni across most of its former territory.
Since it had been a conflict between nobles, they had not drawn the hostility of the nobility across the entire continent.
And precisely because of this tacit understanding among nobles, they were deeply displeased that common-born children could worm their way into these ranks...
Rumble!
Just then, the sound of something tearing through the air came