"H-He did it, he really did it..."
Korvus slumped in his chair, breaking his portrayed image of a composed deputy for a moment before catching himself and correcting his posture.
Isolde, on the other hand, did a better job.
She wore a modest smile, nodding at those who congratulated her and offering the customary replies.
Inwardly, the headmistress' heart raced wildly.
While this unexpected and initially ignored student lacked the raw firepower, he got everything else decently down, which was somewhat insane given his tender age.
His cunning, decisiveness, and willpower were significantly ahead of his age, at the very least.
A majority of the VIPs in the luxurious Gaora Hall sipped on their wines, donning sincere smiles.
However, there were naturally a number who faked it, mainly those from the aristocracy who believed that if they kept allowing commoners to rise, the value of their status would depreciate.
…Hal ascended the winners' podium with a giddy heart.
