Sylvia began casting her spell. Her magic circle formed slowly, drawing the eager attention of the entire class. As a leading candidate for the next Archmage, the students were keen to see what kind of magic Sylvia of Iliade would create. 0

From the start, her spell demonstrated a mana volume that far surpassed that of most professors. She skillfully wove her spell with immense mana.0

“Huh?”0

However, as Epherene observed closely, doubts began to surface. She could see it clearly—Sylvia’s magic circle was flawed.0

Swooosh—!0

A fierce wind whipped through the field, distorting the space around them. The ground was scoured, and Epherene’s robe billowed in the gusts. Deculein observed Sylvia in silence. Her spell continued to amplify but failed to produce any tangible effect.0

Sizzle-crackle…0

The concentrated mana scorched the ground, surging and contracting with intense energy. Sensing the imminent threat of an explosion, Deculein intervened, severing the magic circuit. 0

The spell was safely dismantled, and the field fell silent. The Debutants whispered among themselves, surprised by Sylvia’s failure.0

“I failed.” 0

Sylvia, whose spell had been dismantled, remained unfazed. She looked up at Deculein and hesitantly said, “I still have a lot to learn.”2

However, Deculein’s gaze was cold as he shook his head, clearly disapproving.0

“Professor, this is unfair,” Sylvia said, biting her lip.0

“What is?” Deculein inquired0

“You told me I have nothing to learn because of my skill, while the less competent receive more instruction,” Sylvia argued.0

Some Debutants shifted uncomfortably at her words.0

“It doesn’t make sense. Those who excel should receive more attention and guidance.”0

Sylvia believed she was the most deserving of his teachings. Meeting...0