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conversations.value:  That said, some questions about ancient history had been replaced with ones about more recent events—kind of similar to what had happened in modern Japan. Meanwhile, the magic test had been split into two parts: the basic magic power test and the magic tool wielding test. To be fair, the magic test Claire and I had taken so long ago had been similarly divided. The sections hadn’t changed; they were just administered as their own separate tests now.
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conversations.value:  “You have sixty minutes to complete the test. Please begin.”
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conversations.value:  The students simultaneously flipped their sheets over. Following that, the only audible sound was the scratching of pencils on paper. While the Academy only accepted exemplary students who were unlikely to need to cheat, I still had to fulfill my duties as a proctor. I double-checked the magic-hampering magic tool to ensure it was indeed working as intended. The tool mainly blocked the usage of telepathy via wind magic, an ability I’d directly experienced via Manaria in the past. There might still be ways of cheating via magic that the Academy couldn’t anticipate, so we prohibited all usage of magic during the culture test. I walked around the room, taking care not to make a sound. I recognized many familiar faces from my classes. Among them was Lana Lahna, the girl who always tried to talk to me after each class. It hadn’t been that long since the start of the test, yet her answer sheet was already more than halfway filled out. She’d claimed to be bad at studying, but maybe that had just been humility? Or so I thought, until I saw her roll her pencil. On the sides of her pencil were numbers. She continued to roll her pencil, filling out her answer sheet with the number she rolled—just like the roll of a die. I’d expected too much from her. The next familiar face I found was Eve Nuhn, the girl from the same hometown as Lana and me. She had filled out a third of her sheet and, from what I could see, all her answers were correct. Truly brilliant. Suddenly, Eve turned to face me with her usual look of hatred.
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conversations.value:  "Tsk…"
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conversations.value:  Lana had said something about Eve hating me because I stole her lover, which had to be a misunderstanding. I wanted to talk it out with her, but I hadn’t yet found a good opportunity. The last person to catch my eye was Joel Santana. He scratched his head as he looked at his answer sheet, clearly perplexed by the questions. I snuck a peek at his answer sheet to find it mostly unanswered. The ones he had filled in were mostly incorrect, too. He’d also claimed to be bad at studying. I guess he wasn’t being modest. The test finished without a hitch. I collected the answer sheets and returned to the staff room. Claire was already there, holding a matching stack of sheets.
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