My arm is squeezed.
　My muscles creaked a little from the rather strong force.
　I turn around to see the girl who was standing there, the one who had been arguing with Wormile.

　Red hair with twin tails.
　She has fishing eyes and is smaller than me in height.
　Her round little face made her look like a kitten.

　The kitten let out a "huff" and growl.
　Any minute now, it was extending its claws from its fingertips and glaring at me, trying to pounce on me.
　At least it doesn't look like it's a fan begging for my autograph.

　Then, even though I didn't ask, the girl warps her still childishly shaped chest and begins to introduce herself.

'My name is Relivia Dee Dillivan. It's not like you don't recognize this name, is it?

Come on, I don't know.

Na!

　Lelivia was momentarily speechless.
　But she was furious as the flames quickly flared up in her chest.
　Seeing this, I quickly began to defuse the fire.

''It was a joke. ........I see. So you're Iolada's sister.

I knew you knew it!　That's right. Iolada is my big brother.

　Hmm.....

　I didn't expect Iolada to have a sister like this.
　If I come to think of it, the color of her eyes are the same dark blue.
　Also, the expression on her face when she's angry is similar.
　However, this sister over here seems to be a passionate person, unlike her brother.....

　Then, Relivia slurriedly drew her slender sword.

　It's suddenly against the rules.
　Drawing swords except for practical tests is prohibited.
　It seems that there are many problem children this year, such as trying to use magic.

Let's play, Racel Girrell Stark. I will avenge my brother!

　Hey. You don't have to kill my brother.

　Well, now I understand the purpose.
　I wondered why a person from the distant Aistivan Empire came to take the exam for the 5th branch - but it's nothing - she was simply a sister who cared for her brother.
　You're hardcore for coming this far away.

I know, I know. Don't be so hard. Don't worry, your chance to fight me will come soon enough.

Soon?

　Lelivia blinks her eyes at Kyoton.

　I look around.
　Candidates were beginning to gather around me.
　Most of the examiners would be gathering.
　They seemed to have come to watch me rather than to see what all the commotion was about.

'Just as well...'

　I activate my [Warrior (Warrior)] magic.

　[Expanded voice]

　He spoke so that the assembled candidates could hear him as he magically strengthened his vocal cords.

He said, "It's customary to have candidates compete against each other in the practical test that is held after the basic ability assessment test. But we've decided to do away with it this year.

　Candidates buzzed.
　While the turmoil spread, a breath of relief escaped.
　Perhaps they were friends who had applied for the test.
　That means there is no more fighting among yourselves.

　I continue to explain.

"This year's practical test is to beat me - or Lacelle Gillel Stark.


'Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!


　There was a scream.
　The examiners held their heads in unison.

''Mm, I can't........''
I can't believe I beat Mr. Lacelle.
I'm a hero in this country.
"I heard you took down a legendary S-ranked hexenbiest.
"I took down an A-list hexenbiest when I was seven years old.
There is no such thing.

　It's a lot of weakness.
　But there were a few of them who smiled at me.
　Perhaps they are confident in their skills.
　One of them is Relivia standing in front of me.

　With a huff, she slashed the air and turned her slender sword and finally tucked it into its scabbard.

'Interesting, isn't it? Until then, your head--I'll let you keep it.

　You were going to take my head off.
　I take it back.... Iolada and Iolada don't even have the same personality.
　That bastard. How in the world can we spoil her and produce such an extreme sister?
　I want to roast my Sheila's nail polish and give her a drink.

　As it was, Relivia walked away.

　But my explanation continues.

"You want one-on-one time, that's fine. But don't worry. I'm dealing with everyone in this room...

What do you mean everyone?
What do you mean?

　The questions fly.
　I tell them like it is.

'I understand there are about thirteen hundred people taking the test this year. We'll take on all of them at once.


　In other words, it's Lasell Girell Stark vs. 1300 candidates.


'Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!'

"1,300 people...
All at once?
You mean we can attack at the same time?
'What?　Then there's no amount of money.
'Question!　What happens if we win with that?

Even if your writing and basic skills are poor, we're going to make sure all of this year's candidates pass.

'What?　Seriously?

I'm not going to lie.


　Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!


　The candidates were a hue and cry.
　Some were gutted and some were happy to hug each other.

　This exam wasn't something I had thought of on a whim.
　I had been wondering about the old-fashioned practical test since before I entered the school.

　It is true that a mock match between candidates would be a meaningful way to increase competition.
　However, since the opponents were completely randomly selected, it made it difficult to compare their abilities.

　But this time, there's a comparison to make, me.
　What kind of approach the examinee would take against Lacelle Gillel Stark would be the basis for judging, so it would be easier for the instructor to score.

　You would think that the less offensive professions would be at a disadvantage, but this exam only looks at how you try to beat me, and the victory or defeat itself doesn't come into play in the decision. In that respect, it was the same as the old test.

　There were two more reasons for changing the content of the exam.
　By keeping the students concentrated around me, I could protect them.
　If something happens, I can respond immediately.

　Lastly, it is to find any hostile individuals who may have blended in with the candidates.
　I've taken measures, but it still won't be all that much.
　That's why I decided to go hand in hand with them in person.
　1,300 candidates will work together to fight me.
　A melee was inevitable.
　They wouldn't let this opportunity pass them by.

Thank God!
I'm not doing very well with my writing.
"I have the basic ability to...
But can we win with 1,300 men?
It's fine!　There's 1,300 of them.

　I feel like I've already won.

　Kukku.....
　Ignorance is a good thing.
　No matter how high a wall it is, it can be an innocent pleasure.

　Hopefully, I'll be able to find someone who can entertain me.