"I don't know what you're talking about."
Annan cast a spell to open a Teleportation Portal, ending the match to the Elite Ranger's despair.
Ophelia Elf Academy had one Contestant left, but there was no need to continue.
Annan finished his seventh match on schedule, leaving the last one for Alice.
But before Alice could take the field, the final Contestant, his will to fight gone, eliminated three opponents before losing to Theophilus. Caught off guard, he let himself be ensnared by the Living Rope Spell Theophilus threw out, ending the fight.
"I won! I beat an Elite!!!"
Theophilus excitedly hugged the Vice Dean, high-fived his companions, ran over to greet the Contestants from Ophelia Elf Academy, raced around the Gladiator Arena, and shook hands with a bewildered Ceremonial Affairs Department official—
"My... haah... father will... haah... be proud of me."
Amy and the others looked envious. A saying circulated among Siltovis's upper class: only those with no prospects enrolled at Salz.
But if they became the champion Academy, and Theophilus added defeating an Elite Ranger to his achievements, he might even become an heir again...
After Solz Magic Academy came Montreal Royal Magic Academy and Pudding Castle Abbey.
Their battle was just as exciting, though in a different way—less one-sided domination, more tactical maneuvering.
Pudding Castle Abbey was made up of believers in Gods aligned with order. In the Year of Turmoil, when contact with the Gods had been lost, they had lost their Divine Arts. Even so, they had reached the Empire's top ten, only to lose, regrettably, to the uncrowned king: Monte Real Royal Magic Academy.
Everyone looked forward to the clash between Montreal Royal Magic Academy and Solz Magic Academy.
One was the Tartun Empire's most prestigious Academy, with deep foundations. The other had appeared out