The magic crystal rose into the air…
And suddenly — it exploded.
As the shattered pieces floated down, every student and instructor froze with wide eyes and slightly open mouths.
Shock.
Lunin looked up, confused and anxious.
> "What's happening?" he asked the instructors.
One of them pushed up his glasses and looked at Lunin with a faint, disdainful smirk.
> "Lunin… You don't possess even a trace of magic. That's… surprising. Isn't it suspicious for a noble to have no magic at all?"
Lunin's face broke into a cold sweat. His hands trembled slightly.
"What am I going to do now…?" he thought to himself.
But nothing more came of it. No one asked further questions. The weight of suspicion simply settled quietly on his shoulders.
At that moment, a cold voice echoed from the building's announcement system:
> "All students, please proceed to the classification hall."
Lunin followed the others down the corridor, his mind still spinning.
One by one, names were called out and students were assigned to classes: Class A, Class B, Class C...
And then—
> "Lunin — Class E."
His heart sank.
Class E.
The lowest-ranked class, where the least talented and lowest-born students were placed.
Even with his false noble identity, it wasn't enough to save him now.