Chapter 11: I Will Kill You If Need Be
Each department at Irasios Academy had its own difficulty curve when it came to the entrance exam.
But out of all of them, the Warden Department was the most brutal, so tough that it barely accepted anyone.
Contrary to what people might expect, the exams weren't long and drawn-out trials.
They were quick. Efficient. Ruthless.
After thousands of years, the academy had streamlined the process, making it easy to sort the worthy from the hopeless. Especially because of the amount of aspiring applicants.
Even so, the acceptance rate remained a brutal one percent. Being a noble didn't guarantee a spot.
...Okay, maybe it did.
In most cases, nobles dominated admissions, not because of status alone, but because they had been trained from birth.
Wealth meant better tutors, better resources, better everything. The playing field was never really fair.
When Verena looked around, it was all nobles, nobles, and more nobles.
They stood at a distance, their gazes wary like she was some kind of celestial plague.