The day of the Adventurer's Entrance Examination--we were riding in the middle of the traffic of the royal capital.

　We were running in the middle of the traffic of the royal city.

Hey!　Not just in time!

"Hurry up or we'll be late!

It's Cecil's fault. You were so close to gaining magic. You were going to be hunting goblins forever!

I had no choice. It was really only four points away.

　Cecil's eyes perked up.

　The goblin hunt at the ruins was going well.
　We were gaining points and the two of us were gaining two magics.
　But we got stuck in, and more importantly, I got into it, too, and before I knew it, it was the morning before the entrance exam.

　We immediately headed to the royal capital.
　The peddler who had us waiting for him flew us there and we were running frantically, trying to get there at the start of the exam.

　Eventually, we find the Adventurer's School.
　With no time to view the majestic building, I jumped into the schoolhouse where the exam was held.
　The students were already sitting neatly in their designated chairs, waiting for the exam to begin.
　Then we barged in, looking noisy.

''Se-Safe!''

Well, the instructor isn't here yet. That's good. I didn't think we'd get there in time.

　Sarasa patted her chest down as she caught her breath.
　Cecil wipes away the sweat, too.
　Then she turns to me.

'For now, I'll just say thank you, Lacelle. But--'

Yeah. We're rivals from here on out.

Yes. But it would be nice if all three of us could pass.

　We dodged a light high-five.
　We each sat in a chair with our respective exam numbers on it.

'Good grief. That's why I have a problem with rednecks.
You have no idea what five-minute warning is.
Does the countryside have a concept of time to begin with?

　Someone chuckles at us.
　I look at it.
　They are quite well dressed.
　Their hair is trimmed with hair oil, and some wear jewelry around their necks.

　Probably a nobleman........
　Moreover, they are 【Mages (wizards)】.

　Even though it's called an adventurer's school, not all students become adventurers.
　Some become knights, while others like Cecil and Sarasa take over the family business.
　But in order to legitimately exercise magic, they must complete their education at the Adventurer's School. This is the school to get that certificate.
　Without the proof of an adventurer's school graduate, you can't even get a job using magic. The future of those who are not, the future of those who fail to do so is always bandits or low paying jobs.

　That's why the school attracts people regardless of their status or race.
　Even as far as I could see, the school was crowded with candidates of the human race, elves, beast race, and dwarves. It's truly a salad ball of races.

　An examiner walks into the classroom.
　He greeted me lightly and started talking about the schedule.

　The content of the Adventurer's School examinations are divided into three parts.
　The first is the written and essay exam.
　Next is the basic ability test.
　The last is the practical test.

　Test papers will be handed out right away.
　I was given a fill-in-the-blank answer sheet.
　That's when I realized something.

"Excuse me, examiner.

What?

''It says, 'Circle your occupation magic,' but I don't have my occupation. In this case, what should I do?

Hmm?　What do you do for a living?

　The examiner, a man in his late twenties with jet-black hair in a ponytail, narrowed his eyes.
　He flipped through the seating chart in his hand.

''Lasser Singh Stark........ [Villager].

　.........At that moment, the examination hall, which had been quiet, erupted into a boil.

''Geehahahahahahaha!　Hey!　Did you hear that, [villager]?
'Why are [villagers] in this place?
Even a [villager] can take the test. That's amazing.
It's not much of a column.
Oh, man. I feel like my stomach is going to collapse.... Hahahahahahaha.

　There was a lot of commotion.
　Naturally, all eyes were focused on me.
　Then suddenly there was a loud noise.
　Someone had knocked over a chair in a big way.

　When I looked, I saw Sarasa standing there.
　She pushed her anger behind her glasses and stared around her with a snap.

'We're on an exam!　Please be quiet!

　It's quiet again.

'That's right, boys. We're in the middle of a test. Quiet.

　The female examiner finally stops her.
　Then things finally settle down.
　But I could hear chuckles here and there.

　I concentrate on the test.
　I look up. My eyes met with Sarasa.
　She turned her eyes away and her cheeks were red.
　But she still peered at me quietly, using the answer sheet as a shield.
　My expression slackened.

　Thank you, Sarasa.

　I thank you in my heart.
　While being instructed by the examiner, I wrote the word [villager] in large letters next to the blank space.


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　The written test ended successfully.
　The venue changes, and now we move on to the basic ability test.
　This test tested muscle strength, instantaneous force, endurance, reflexes, judgment, and magical power.

　You are divided into groups and assigned to each test site.
　They were separated from Sarasa and Cecil.
　Instead, it was the nobles who were in the group.

''Ah. Ah. d*mn it.''
It smells like horse manure.
'Shit!　I'm not following a group with [villagers].
Examiner..... Can I go to the other group?

　They chirp selfishly.
　It's like a baby bird in front of its parent bird that brought its food.
　There's not the slightest hint of cuteness to it, though.

　And although they say it smells, the smell of their own perfume is much more irritating to me.
　They're confusing the exam room with a social hall.

　Naturally, the protests of the aristocratic bondmen were unacceptable.
　We proceeded to the examination hall.

　The first thing that came along was the magic test.
　The content of the test was simple.
　All you have to do is wave your hand over a lump of magical silver (mithril) and let the magic power pass through.
　When magic silver reacts to magic power, it has a property of shining.
　The amount of light is used to measure the amount of magic power.

　The bonbons touched the magical silver one after another.
　They were fussing over the fact that they were the ones who glowed and not the ones who didn't.
　Eventually it was my turn.

''Hey, hey. [The villagers] are about to take the test.
It's useless. It's a [villager].
I thought you weren't going to say a single word.
'Don't do it, [villager]. You'll just embarrass yourself, man.　No, I'm already ashamed to be alive.

　Geehahahahahahahahahaha!

　A vulgar smile echoed through the exam room.
　The examiner who stuck to the hall didn't even show any signs of attention.
　On the contrary.........

'Do you want to stop?'

　The corners of my mouth lifted and I smiled.

　It seems that the examiner shares the story of how I, a 【Village Person】, am taking the exam.
　That's why there's no examiner to blame for the fact that I'm taking the test as a 【Village Person】.
　However, they still don't believe in the ability itself.

　Well then, I need to let them know.


　The fact that Lacelle Singh Stark is here........


　I didn't say anything and touched the magic silver.
　The examiner exhales in a huff.
　He propped his elbows on his knees and dexterously placed his cheekbones in a position to watch the exam.

'Examiner, I have one piece of advice for you. You might want to stay away for a bit.

'What?　You don't have to. Maybe you'll cheat. I'm here.

You've been warned.

　I quickly put in my magic power.
　Instantly, the magical silver (mithril) reacted.

　----ck!

　They all gasped as they watched.
　It glowed red.
　It began to heat up and the surface began to melt faintly.

　In a hurry, the examiner warned.

''Ki, you!　Use your magic....

'I didn't use it. I don't think he's invoking magic.

'Nonsense!'

Hey!　No way.
Magic silver is responding.
It's got to be a mistake.
You're brighter than me. You're glowing!

　It shone even brighter.
　The entire examination hall had already been dyed red.
　Other students and examiners entered the hall, wondering what was going on.

　The moment----.

　Goooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

　It exploded.
　The blast ripped away everything in the vicinity.
　No matter who or what was in front of them.
　Nobles and even the examiner who was in front of me were blown away.

　All that was left was me--and a big crater.
　And it was a big crater.

　I'm not going to be the only one who can do it.
　It was magic silver.
　Naturally, the chunks had also been erased.

　I walk slowly.
　I walked up to the examiner who was coughing kehot.

I'm sorry, examiner, I'm sorry. I've broken the magic silver.

'No, no......... I mean.........

'I'd like to try again, if you would allow me to try again, if that's alright (I'd like to see you again)?

　The examiner's twin eyes reflected my devilish smile.

''Hee!　No, no, you don't have to. It's a pass!　Lacelle Singh Stark!　Your magic level is already at a passable level.

Thank you!

　For a change, I gave him a clean smile.

　I turn around.
　I look at the aristocrat who was haphazardly falling on his buttocks at the bomb site.
　With a single glance, they shuddered like lambs.
　Some of them are already incontinent.
　The one-of-a-kind pants are ruined.

''What's the matter, nobles?　You seem to be a little ill-behaved.... Is it social etiquette to tremble with your butt on the ground like that?

　I challenged him, but he didn't argue.
　He just crunches his mouth.
　He looks just like a baby bird when he does that.

　I walked to the next exam room, with the disgusting aristocrat at my side.