Becca 1

"Do you have any idea what you just requested. The academy is for nobles or in special cases, which is rare, students with huge potential. Even if I am noble myself, I am only in section B, how am I supposed to help you get in?" Lord Haver asked, his voice filled with disbelief.

"Tch, a noble with not pride," he said, looking directly at Lord Haver. "you have connections I don't. If I win this tournament, my name will carry weight. Combined with your influence, it could be enough."

Elias stepped forward angrily. "This is absurd! Even if you win, you're still just a commoner. The academy wouldn't—"

"Shut the fuck up before I make you." His eyes and mana showed he was not bluffing.

"Silence, Elias," Lord Haver said, studying Luther more carefully. "You've shown unusual skills and strange magic. I admit I'm curious about why you want to enter the academy so badly."