"I underestimated this human," Ramiela muttered to herself.
He was more amazing than she initially thought. Thus, she decided to take him more seriously from now on.
'I realized today that my previous spell was very inefficient. To create one that is even more powerful, I have to make it logical. Thus…' Lawrend thought.
"O' great Amber, be my electron, turn to sprite, overwhelm and kill my enemies, Levin's Descent!" Lawrend shouted a chant.
*BOOM*!
A thick lightning bolt fell from the sky and connected to Lawrend's finger. Suddenly, a golden lightning bolt escaped that outstretched finger and turned into countless thunderbolts that created a firework in the sky that stretched to almost a third of the capital city as it easily tore through the defensive barrier around the Lightning Department.
That is to say, the capital city was much larger than the other cities in the kingdom. If it was in the skies above a city like Lanika City, then it would have encompassed the whole sky.
The long trails of golden lightning created a beautiful scenery that would forever be etched into the hearts of the people in the capital city.
"Impressive!" Verkoli exclaimed in amazement.
If that had struck the city, it would have decimated a lot of the buildings. It was deserving of a spell that an Arch Mage used.
"..."
The instructors were all speechless. They were all Arch Mages here. They could clearly tell that Lawrend's lightning magic was a cut above them all.
"It worked," Lawrend said as he clenched his fists with a smile.
"T-That was derived from my older brother's Beginner Mage spell?" Xervius asked in disbelief.
"Mm." Lawrend nodded his head.
"I… I have no words. You're amazing. To think that my older brother's spell would be transformed in such a way…"
"I understand you right now. Even I'm speechless," Galak said as he patted Xervius on his shoulder.
"It's all thanks to everyone in here. If it weren't for all of you displaying your spells to me, I wouldn't have made that spell," Lawrend said as he looked around him.
Instantly, the eyes of the instructors widened in joy. They felt happy to be recognized as a part of the creation of such a powerful spell.
"You're too humble, Lawrend. You deserve all of the credit. Even I, can't modify a spell and create it into a more powerful one," Verkoli replied.
Instead of Lawrend being humble, he should be the one as he was humbled by the insane talent and power that Lawrend displayed.
"Hahahaha… It's nothing," Lawrend replied with a laugh as he scratched the back of his head.
'I-I can't believe it. This human is so talented…' Ramiela thought to herself in disbelief.
If someone told her that a human could be this talented before, she would have scoffed at that person before kicking them to the ground.
Elena: "Master is so cool…"
Aezel: "Master is so talented…"
Aleshia: "That's our Master…"
Suddenly, an old lady appeared above the sky out of nowhere. She had wrinkly skin and a loose robe around her body with a sword attached to her waist.
"Verkoli, what's going on here?" the old lady asked.
"We found a talent. Definitely more talented than me," Verkoli replied.
"Even more talented than you? Who? I don't remember the kingdom having someone as talented as that," the old lady replied with a curious look on her face.
"This guy," Verkoli said as he patted Lawrend's shoulder.
"Who is she?" Lawrend couldn't help but ask.
"She's the Mountain Sword of the Sword Guild. Her name is Julianne Geo," Verkoli replied.
If you couldn't remember, a Mountain Sword is as strong as a Grand Mage. Her strength was somewhat on par with Verkoli.
She landed on the ground in front of Lawrend and approached him.
"Nice to meet you. What's your name?" Julianne asked.
"Lawrend Horiel," he replied.
Julianne extended her hand and shook his hand.
"I can't wait for the day that you become a Grand Mage. The capital city would be glad to have a mage as talented as you in our ranks," Julianne said.
"Thank you," Lawrend replied.
"Enough chit-chat. Lawrend, do you want to graduate already? I don't think the academy has anything left to teach you. I'm also too ashamed to take you in as my disciple," Verkoli said as he asked Lawrend.
"Can I become an instructor then?" Lawrend asked with a smile on his face.
"Instructor? Hmmm… You'd need a solid understanding of the field you will be teaching in," Verkoli replied.
"Alright. Before then, let me be a student," Lawrend replied.
"Are you sure? You can just browse through the library if you want to quickly learn," Verkoli asked.
"No, thanks. I want to enjoy my last bit of school life while I still can," Lawrend answered.
"Okay, sure. Don't bully the other students though. Keep a low profile," Verkoli said.
"Of course. I'm not a scumbag," Lawrend replied.
"You heard that, everyone? Starting from today, none of you will talk about what happened here," Verkoli said as he looked at the instructors around them.
"Yes, sir!" the instructors responded.
None of them would dare break their words under the watch of a Grand Mage and a Mountain Sword. They can try to run wherever, but they will never be able to outrun a Grand Mage or a Mountain Sword.
"Sir, what's going on here?"
An old man appeared. He was wearing a black cloak with a beautiful violet embroidery of a bird. He had a staunch face and gray hair.
He held a long green staff in his hand.
"Oh, Dean Master. Perfect timing. Lawrend here is now a Fourth-Year student," Verkoli said.
"I see. He passed the test. More importantly, what was that about?" the Dean Master asked.
He thought that Lawrend was already a Third-Year who simply became a Fourth-Year. He didn't think much about it.
"What are you saying? Lawrend was the cause of that," Verkoli replied with a proud look on his face.