“Well… this is a bit… simple,” Noah remarked, taking a tentative bite of her food.
“Yeah. I wish there were a little more to it,” Syrah agreed.
“Oh well, since it’s like this, there’s nothing we can do about it,” Noah shrugged.
“Stop it!” Stella clenched her fists, watching as Noah and Syrah teased her.
She couldn’t help but wonder when the two had grown so close; their camaraderie was undeniable. Meanwhile, Ian, the main cause of this playful discord, pretended to know nothing, humming innocently nearby.
“Annoying…” Stella thought to herself, barely resisting the urge to smack that smug smile off his face. It irritated her even more that she couldn’t.
Noticing Stella’s clenched fists, Syrah recognized that her patience was running thin and decided to ease up on the teasing.
“Oh, come on. Isn’t is alright? I don’t ask for much; just someone good-looking and with a reliable summon,” Noah joked.
“… Are there many around you?” Stella inquired.
“Around me? Oh, right—I forgot! Ian isn’t engaged, is he? Ian, will you marry me?”
“No,” Ian replied bluntly.
“Ah—I’m so hurt,” Noah laughed, though she continued the lighthearted teasing.
Stella, however, could only stew in frustration, caught between wanting to retort and holding her composure.
‘Why did I even say that out loud?’ she thought, inwardly cursing her own mouth. She tapped her lips thoughtfully with her fork, aware that other cadets were beginning to glance her way. Embarrassed, she quickly set her fork down.
It was unbecoming behavior, she reminded herself. As a noble, she had to be mindful in front of others. Determined to regain her poise, Stella finished her meal with a straight back, waiting gracefully for the others to finish as well.
“Oh, right.” After their meal, Noah, now sitting back and relaxed, suddenly remembered something and addressed the group.
“Did anyone see the notice board? It looked like they were posting something about a test.”
“Ah—the ranking match?”
“Ranking match? What’s that?” Noah asked.
Stella blinked. For a moment, she forgot that Noah, being a commoner, wouldn’t have the same knowledge passed down to nobles.
“Yes, it’s a survival test for all grades,” she explained. “They’ll rank us based on how long we last.”
“So, it’s just about lasting long?” Noah asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Endurance alone shows strength,” Stella replied with a smile.
The survival exam was one of the Academy’s major events, where cadets from all grades and skill levels would participate in a mass test held simultaneously.
“There are rules, though,” Stella continued. “Simply being strong isn’t enough to win.”
“What are the rules?” Noah asked curiously.
“Well, for one, you can summon a summon for only thirty minutes per day. The magic tools monitor this limit, and anyone who exceeds it is eliminated immediately.”
These conditions allowed the teachers to keep order even in a large-scale test.
Ian, sitting nearby and half-listening, felt little interest in the event. It wasn’t something from the game, and he doubted achieving 1st place would do him much good.
But just as he thought this, the familiar system window appeared in his mind.
[Side Quest!]
[Achieve 1st in Ranking]
[Rewards: Permission to enter the Imperial Treasury, Emperor’s Interest.]
“Huh?” It was the first time in a while that he’d seen a system notification. He didn’t usually enjoy them; they only popped up to issue commands and disappear.
Yet, this reward—access to the Imperial Treasury—piqued his interest.
***
That afternoon, as they gathered for class, Oliver stepped into the room and glanced around at the cadets before giving another announcement.
“I’m sure most of you have seen the notice by now. There will be a special exam next week.”
The cadets were already aware. This closed exam had its contents and date openly disclosed to a select few. However, this privileged information had only been passed among nobles; commoners who’d become summoners through latent talent had remained unaware, and no one seemed inclined to mention this disparity.
The whole setup reminded Ian of an exclusive club where insiders exchanged knowing glances, making him chuckle bitterly. ‘I wouldn’t stand a chance alone either,’ he thought.
Several conditions were outlined for the special exam:
1. Summons could not be called for more than 30 minutes a day.
2. Food and bedding had to be sourced on-site.
3. Direct confrontations between cadets were prohibited.
Breaking the rules, surrendering, or becoming incapacitated resulted in immediate disqualification, with the Magic Artifact expelling violators from the test grounds.
The first rule, however, held the most significance: no summon could be used for more than 30 minutes. The limitation effectively curtailed high-level summoners. Without it, the 3-star and 4-star summoners could easily dominate.
With the time cap in place, recklessness was risky. Encountering another cadet with no summon time left meant an inevitable disqualification.
‘This rule seems biased toward those with connections,’ Ian mused, noting the tactical advantage. In this exam, having allies was essential.
After class, cadets began gathering in groups, evidently intending to form alliances like they had in previous tests. Ian watched, feeling a strange sense of déjà vu. However, when he noticed the cadets giving him slightly unfriendly glances, he raised an eyebrow.
‘What’s their deal?’
Soon, he realized that Syrah and other 3-star summoners were also being avoided. The other cadets were intentionally excluding high-level summoners from their alliances.
Their strategy was straightforward—by isolating the 3-star summoners, they aimed to increase their own chances.
It wasn’t a bad tactic, Ian thought. Yet, he couldn’t shake the feeling that their plan had a significant flaw.
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Funny like in most isekai as a noble MCs fail to make a wide net of connections. Interacting only with sselect few, mainly correct and future harem members.
Thanks for chapter
the huge flow is the fact that the high ranking summoners can make a group of only them. then what would the low ranking ones do? there’s still strength in numbers because if all groups targeted them then it would be hard bur that would require bot just teams but all low ranking summoners collaborating, but they want to win too and noone wants to be cannon fodder