Chapter 96: Nyss Blackwell
The entire atmosphere immediately changed. The crowd became restless as they exchanged excited glances. Everyone wanted to know who were the top-ranking students of this year.
Elanora smiled seeing the students so excited, "Calm down, dear students. We will call the top-ranked students one by one. There are a total of nine who performed exceptionally."
Arya leaned forward slightly in anticipation, "Are you excited? Mr. Topper?" she playfully asked Orion.
He chuckled in response, "I want to see who else is there. I only remember Sylvia from the test."
"Hehe, at least we three are among them," she cheerfully said.
Vice Dean Elanora’s voice echoed gently across the auditorium, each word slipping like silk into the ears of the students, drawing their attention like moths to flames.
"There are ten students whose performance during the entry trials stood out from the rest. While their ranks are numbered from tenth to first, do remember—most of them are separated by mere margins," she said with a calm smile. "Only the top two hold a noticeable gap from the rest."
She glanced toward Vice Dean Hargan who gave a simple nod, confirming her words. The tension in the auditorium grew thicker, hearts beating a little faster as every student silently hoped their name would be called.
"Let us begin," Elanora said, lifting a thin slip of enchanted paper from the podium. All the students seemed to hold their breath.
"Tenth ranked..." Her voice was smooth and calm. "Kale Duskfield."
A tall, lean boy with short light green hair and a green-trimmed robe stood up from the third row of noble seats. His expression was mixed—half pride, half embarrassment at being the last of the top ten. Still, applause rippled through the hall.