Chapter 13: Blank
The voices were forced to die down. There were no students of the Imperial Academy that weren't intelligent. The exams were strict, and fools could neither slip through the cracks nor cheat.
If Teacher Fern was going so far as to push Theron to the forefront, then she already had blinders on. There was no amount of dust they could kick up that would change things. Much the same way there were no useless students in the academy, there were likewise no useless teachers.
In the case that Theron truly was worthy of this placement, there was even less reason for them to complain.
None of this changed the fact that many were unhappy with how Teacher Fern had gone about doing things, and that unhappiness was naturally transferred to the youth many of them didn't know rather than the powerful Gold Mancer none of them could offend.
Throughout the process, Theron remained silent. Teacher Fern had expected to see some sort of reaction, but he sat there just the same.
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The class was brought to the exchange room. This place was little more than a theatrical court of sorts, designed with the Imperial Capital in mind.
It was designed not much unlike a theater, if said theater's stage was surrounded by seating in all directions. The stage itself was a circular platform that followed the layout of the room, and the spectator's area was divided into four, opening up four paths for entry.
By the time many of the seats were filled, Theron stood behind a wide podium with Malaya, waiting for their opponents to arrive.