Then.
He looked at the two who had spoken earlier again:
"The spell is too simple?
Then learn it as quickly as you can.
The less time you take, the higher your evaluation. Once all the trials are over, whoever has the highest final score will become the heir.
As for the mediocrities complaining that a whole day isn't enough.
You aren't worthy of inheriting everything our Torian Empire had.
Also, none of you need to worry that someone might have learned this spell beforehand. This spell is an extremely rare type, and it has remained buried since Tolian was destroyed a million years ago."
The magical construct's face was calm, without the slightest ripple of expression.
Hearing this, the vast majority of those present shut their mouths and began racing against time.
But the Descenders who were Clerics, or simply Warriors and Hunters, kept shouting:
"Hey, hey, hey! Seriously? We get kicked out if we fail? We can't even stay here and watch?"
"Hey! Don't be like that, buddy! We spent a fortune just to qualify to come here. You're putting us in a really difficult position."
"At this rate, we'll have to get lost in twenty-four hours."
"Let's talk this out! Can't you let us stay? Please, buddy."
"This isn't right! We came by ship. If we're thrown out, won't we end up right in the sea? Buddy, you're going to get us killed!"
Realizing something was wrong, the Descenders began clamoring.
This infuriated some of those who had been concentrating on studying the spell.
Why were these idiots so annoying?
They really wanted to twist these bastards' heads off, one by one!
Some set up soundproofing Barriers around themselves and continued studying the spell in peace.
Others began cursing:
"Shut up! You damned idiots!"
"You hateful Descenders