The Pupil Tournament wasn’t an especially noteworthy event next to the Annual Magic Contest, since it only involved the disciples of the magicians who participated in the Annual Magic Contest. At best, it was a glorified playground for young magicians, so its award ceremony wasn’t well attended by high ranking magicians or nobles.

However, that common assumption was turned on its head by a single person—the King of Meltor, Kurt III.

“W-What? His Majesty himself?!”

“Doesn’t he usually stay at the palace?”

“I need my make-up! I can’t look like this in front of the king!”

“Attendant! Prepare my formal robes!”

“Where’s this Pentarium?”

The nobles of Meltor were in an uproar. Even though Kurt III had risen to the throne under the halo of the Magic Towers, he ran the kingdom’s military and administration with a firm hand. The kingdom’s officials didn’t dare oppose him, especially since the last batch of noblemen who tried to line their pockets were publicly beheaded.

I should keep my head down.

I don’t want to be beheaded!

It’s probably best to wait for the...

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