Sylutia and the others stepped forward together, drew a wooden lot, and, according to the number on it, boarded a black-curtained carriage bound for their departure points.
Today, she wore a gray-beige robe, simply cinched at the waist with a belt that showed off her slender figure. Inside the robe hung a lantern and two swords at her waist.
The other students were dressed in all sorts of ways, carrying the weapons and creations they had prepared.
According to the rules of the assessment, they could buy their weapons and some armor or have others make them, but any other combat consumables had to be made by the students themselves.
Limited by their personal rank and family resources, the vast majority had prepared weapons and equipment no higher than the First Order. The students were still unable to handle or make proper use of creations of a higher order.
"This is the place." A rider's voice came from outside the carriage. At the same time, the curtain was lifted, letting Sylutia step down.
The black-haired girl pushed aside the curtain and alighted lightly, then thanked the rider who had escorted her.
"Thank you."
The rider glanced at her with some surprise, then rode away.
"Be careful tonight." Just as Sylutia thought he was already far away, his voice carried over from the direction he had left. She turned around.
"I understand." She bowed again in thanks.
Would it be dangerous here at night? Sylutia looked up at the mist-shrouded mountains ahead, then stepped into them.
The forest was quiet. It had probably rained recently, as the fallen leaves on the ground were damp, making no sound beneath her feet.
She hadn't gone far before Sylutia found a branch in the forest to use as a probe, pushing aside the