Reborn As A Nephilim: The Rise of A Manaless Prince

Arvell stopped himself and turned around.

'It's her?'

Taking a look at the woman, Arvell realized it was the same woman he'd seen from the written examination.

The one who used chantless magic to produce walls earlier, so they couldn't cheat on their exam.

Antoinette stepped forwards and pointed at Arvell.

"This commoner disrespected me, so I am educating him on his place in the world. If you understand you may leave us."

The woman looked at Antoinette with a deadpan expression.

"Of course, you're the one causing the issues."

"Huh? What was that supposed to mean?"

Antoinette glared at the woman.

"I am a noble! I can have you executed for speaking to me that way!"

The woman massaged her forehead with a sigh.

"So this is why the headmaster argued so vehemently that day…" She mumbled to herself.

She looked around the scene.

"From the looks of it, no one was injured. So I guess I can let it slide," She looked at Antoinette as a fierce pressure exploded out of her, "but if you try something like this again, the consequences will be grave."

Bombarded with a sudden oppressive force, Antoinette and her goons fell to their knees.

Their faces were drenched with sweat, and a suspicious yellow puddle began to form underneath them.

'Weaklings,' the woman snorted to herself.

However before she could turn to leave, she noticed something odd.

One of the kids was still left standing.

His appearance was stunning, to say the least, but the woman was more interested in something else.

'That look in his eyes… I can feel a strong determination from this kid.'

The woman's mouth curved up into a small smile.

'This kid is interesting.'

After throwing Arvell one last look she left.

Watching her leave, Arvell could feel a cold sweat trickle down the back of his neck.

'That woman… She's dangerous.'

Lykos looked at Arvell with a deadpan gaze.

'She's a 5th circle mage for a reason.'

'Right…'

While talking with Lykos, Arvell smelled something sour permeate the air.

Looking around for the cause of the smell, he found 5 small yellow puddles slowly approaching his feet.

"Ewww!"

Arvell instinctively cringed in disgust.

Before the yellow puddles could dirty the elegant black shoes that Wilfried had given him, Arvell quickly vaulted over one of his aggressors and landed on the other side.

Effectively leaving their 'encirclement'.

"Don't tell me I got any on my shoes…"

Arvell meticulously scanned his shoes, looking for any liquid that may have touched them.

After a few moments, he smiled.

"I'm clear."

The surrounding students also began to notice the small yellow splotches on the ground.

"This guys actually pissed themselves!"

"Eww! That's disgusting!"

"They acted so high and mighty when they tried to beat that silver-haired guy earlier, but look at them now!"

"Speaking of the silver-haired guy… Where is he?"

"Hmm? He was just there?"

Some students began to look around, but no one could find Arvell.

It was as if he had vanished into thin air.

"Hmm… Maybe he ran away in terror?"

"Running away is still better than pissing your pants."

Some of the surrounding students began to chuckle amongst themselves.

"That's true."

After a few minutes, the crowd dispersed, resuming their anxious wait as the academy faculty judged their prior results.

However, due to the events that had just transpired, the group was feeling more at ease.

That incident allowed them to ease their taut nerves.

At least most of them.

A particular 6 examinees, however, were seething in red-hot anger.

"Damn that woman! How dare she make me disgrace myself like that!"

Antoinette stomped her foot on the ground in anger.

"After I get home, I'll tell daddy to p-punish her!"

When Antoinette thought back to that woman's ice-cold gaze, she shuddered in fear.

Shaking her head a few times to forget about that woman, she directed her thoughts to the other person she needed to get revenge on.

"As for that silver-haired bastard… I will make him regret ever being born!"

***

After another 20 minutes of waiting, the academy faculty walked into the waiting hall and posted a large sheet on the wall.

"We have posted the successful examinees from the first 2 exams on the board. If you are among these students, please follow me. As for those who didn't pass, my colleague here will lead you out."

A mob of students all began rushing towards the board, desperate to see their results.

With his enhanced vision, Arvell didn't need to join this mess.

Standing behind most of the crowd, he began searching for his name.

Finding it after only looking for a few moments.

'Arvell Silvanus - Pass'