The Tales of Draconic Warlock

We woke up early in the morning. There is a test that I had to go through today in order to gain entry into the Royal Academy. In fact, this test determines entries to the other four academies as well. There would be some observers from these academies.

If one fails to get entry into the Royal Academy, but they did well in the test, then these four academies would most likely pick them to attend their academy.

For me, the other academies don't matter, only the Royal Academy matters. First, it was because I am a noble-born and it would be a matter of prestige to the nobles that their children have to attend this academy. Secondly, the facilities here in the Royal Academy are more advanced when compared to others, or at least that was the talk.

Royal Academy was backed by the Royal House itself. So there is a high chance that the information is true. So this would be the best place to hone my skills.

I am at Tier-4, so there was no need for me to increase my levels that much. My main concentration was to improve my skills. Only by doing so would I be able to surpass my peers or else I would forever be left behind and would be another extra character in a story whose life doesn't matter.

The training facilities here support almost all the skills. Even some rare skills can be sufficiently improved here through the training facilities. Of course, it was not possible for every other skill, but as a person who has too many skills, the need for these facilities for me is much more than when compared to others.

It was only a half an hour's journey to reach the academy from the capital, if you used the transportation means that were provided by the academy itself.

These transports are like trams on Earth and as they operate regularly, there was no problem finding a transport to and fro between the capital and the academy.

After reaching the academy, my father and I were separated. It was the same for everyone here. The participants for the test had to take a different route compared to the guardians that came along with them.

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"Welcome future guardians of the Gleseria", an old man appeared out of thin air and announced majestically.

The old man took a glance over the youngsters who were ready to take the exam in order to enter the academy. He smiled and spoke, "It is so good that there are many good seeds this year around".

"Normally in these situations, it was customary to make a big speech, but I am not a man of words. So I am going to say only a few words. My name is James Hestain. I will be your Headmaster if you are able to pass the test".

"If you pass the test, you'll be provided with the best of the best in the kingdom. So I say this, do your best in the test and I promise you that you have a chance to reach the pinnacle and the resources required to do so".

"Good luck to everyone", he said and disappeared the next second.

Hmm, he really is eccentric as my siblings said. This old man was the headmaster since Eritrea went to the academy. To survive such a long time in a place like this, he should be doing something right.

The most likely reason that he was able to stay as headmaster was because he was a Tier-8 mage. This is what many ay the reason why he was able to stay for so long but I don't agree with that.

Strength may have given him the position but without some correct choices that he made during the tenure, I don't think that he could have survived this long.

Once the headmaster left, a clerk appeared on the stage and started to call the participants one by one onto the stage. This is the part of the test where they check our status.

To gain admittance to the Royal Academy, one has to have reached Tier-1. To many commoners, this wasn't possible. So most of the kids who would get into the academy are either rich or from noble families.

Even though the commoners usually don't get the admittance, there is a chance that they can get into one of the other four. If they can do that, then their lives will be changed forever.

"Magnus Frotwolf"

Finally, it is my turn. I slowly walked onto the stage and placed my hand on a stone tablet that was dark in color but had some ancient markings on it.

A minute later, my status panel appeared on the monitor that was connected to the tablet.

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Name: Magnus Frostwolf

Age: 14

Class: Warlock

Rank: Tier-1

Level: 2

STR: 36

STA: 38

AGI: 49

DEX: 11

HP: 3200

MP: 4600

Class Skills: Shadow Bolt; Shadow Shift;

Skills: Evade Lvl. 10; Dodge Lvl. 10;

Weapon Arts: Intermediate Staff Arts Lvl. 8;

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I adjusted my status a bit to show that I am indeed better when compared to others. Since I am a Warlock which is considered a Spellcaster profession, the main attribute is Mana, which should be good enough to qualify for the entrance. The other attributes are not that important.

I could have awed the spectators by showing a high attribute value and skills but I am not stupid to attract everyone at this point.

There is another test, where everyone has to compete against each other. If I showed all my strengths now, the others would group up and attack me. There is a high chance that it could spiral out of control and I may lose in the end.

There was also another reason why I didn't want to show off at that moment. It was because before I walked up to the stage, I felt many gazes on me. Most of them were curious gazes, trying to pry my details but some of them were outright malicious.

I don't know why there are that many who are against me but I recognized one of them. It was the one I confronted at the gate of Winter City because of my idiot cousin. He definitely has thoughts about killing me.

If I show too much power, it may cause me to lose my chance to enter, unless I show my full power, which is not my plan for the near future. Showing my true strength was part of the future that was a bit away from now.

So I decided that in the second part, I would turn more eyes and that would be the best course of action.