Although the original story had a professor mention that Veronica, the Saintess of the Church of Light, had headed straight for the grading room upon arriving at the Magic Tower, it had never shown what she actually did inside.
That left Greg unable to know exactly what would happen in there. The only thing he could be sure of was that he had done everything he needed to do as well as he possibly could.
Not only had he copied down every word of the collective wisdom produced by countless discussions and tests in the player community, but he had even held his handwriting to the same exacting standards he had used to cope with exam-oriented education in his previous life.
He believed anyone who laid eyes on his answer sheet would immediately be drawn to it.
After all, that pleasing neatness was a silent bonus in itself.
Of course, Greg wasn't counting entirely on an excellent set of answers on a sheet of paper to make Veronica approach him of her own accord.
Doing so well in the Preliminary Debate was really just the setup.
His real trump card lay in the second round of debate.
During that round, Veronica would openly attend the debate hall as an observer, allowing him to showcase himself more directly.
He believed that two outstanding performances in a row would definitely draw her into approaching him.
"Ugh, I really don't know if I'll pass the Preliminary Debate. It's all Greg's fault!"
Victoria, who had been eating beside him, suddenly put down her spoon and complained.
Greg retorted helplessly, "Wait, what does whether you pass the Preliminary Debate have to do with me?"
Since conversations with Rom and Colwin always somehow veered toward romance, Greg had used "I'm going to spend some time with