Oracle sat in his room, checking the sheets of entry for the new students. "Looks like we got a lot of prominent students this year. We got the heir to the throne of the Elven Kingdom, Grato. We got the 4th prince of Atntisa, Davier, who is known as a genius. We got the 3rd prince of Voltrea, Astra, who is taken very lightly and considered as a person who won't win the fight for the throne and is regarded as a maniac who killed his own... We got the Dwarven Kingdom Duke's first son and finally, the mage who is already a 4-star at the age of 16—the mage known as the true genius, Hito.

  "Next up, the swordsman Astra."

  Astra steps up to the ball and puts his right hand on it. The ball shows '--'. "What happened? Did it break?"

  "I'm sorry, I think the ball broke, so please put your hands on the ball again."

  Astra takes his hand off and puts it on the ball again. It once again shows '--'. Astra turns to the professor with confusion in his eyes.

  "Kid, we can't find your power, so you will go to the B css as it is in the middle."

  "Whaaaaat?! B?!?! No, I should be in S css! Put me in S!"

  "Kid, I don't care if you're a prince. The ball did not give any number. You should be happy I did not put you in F css. If you talk about S css again, I'll send you to F. If you understand, leave and go to your css."

  "Okay, sir." Astra leaves, saddened. "How will I be the venure if I am in B css? I have to find a way to reach S css."

  Astra enters his css.

  "Oh, we got another student. Please state your full name and take a seat."

  Astra goes to the teacher, faces the students, and his golden eyes shine. "I am Astra Van Vontrea. Thank you for having me in your css."

  "He's Astra Van Vontrea, the kid who killed his mother."

  "Yeah, that's him—blonde-white hair and golden eyes."

  Murmurs from a part of the room spread. Astra heard them loud and clear but still ignored them, knowing he could not do anything about it.

  "Okay, everyone, be quiet, and Astra, please take a seat."

  Astra looks down as he walks to an empty seat, but as he is going, someone pulls his shirt. He turns around to see the elf he rescued motioning for him to sit there and making a sign to sit with her. He does not disagree and sits next to her.

  "What's wrong with that elf?"

  "Yeah, why is she sitting next to a murderer?"

  More murmurs came from the css.

  The elf patted Astra and made gestures to try and cheer him up.

  Astra looks at her. "May I know your name?"

  The elf looks at him and quietly says, "M-My name is Sylvia." She spoke nervously.

  "Oh, hi, Sylvia. Can we be friends?" Astra extends his hand for a handshake. Sylvia blushes, nods her head in agreement, and does not take his hand.

  "Okay, Arcanians, listen to me. Let me introduce myself. I am Sara, the professor of css B, and I can give recommendations to the principal if you deserve to increase by one css or decrease by one. So if any of you want to go to S css, better do well in my css."

  'I can still reach S css. I have to reach there before this year ends.' Astra's eyes are full of determination.

  "Your first practical test happens in 3 months, but before that, I will teach you the basics of everything. If you do very well in the exam, for example, if you reach first pce, you will go up a css. But don't forget that every single student attends this exam, even students from css S." Sara smiles. "Get ready for Arcanium."

  After the csses, Astra goes to leave for his dorm and notices that it is small room. "What? I should stay here? Now I have to get to a better css." He becomes more determined.

  The next few days of school were all simir. Astra goes to school, talks to Sylvia, listens in css, then goes back to the dorms and compins about it. After a few days...

  "Only one week left for the practical test, so better get ready for it, my students. Now, css is dismissed, so you may leave for your dorms."

  Astra got used to the dorm and sleeps on his bed. "The exam is in a week. I have to get first, or else I will have to stay in css B."

  He hears murmurs from outside. He goes to his door and puts his ear against it to listen.

  "You all remember the pn, right? We break that murderer's legs on the eve of the exam. Don't forget."

  "Oh damn, am I that big of a threat that they have to break my leg?" He smiles."Let's see whose leg is broken before the exam."