DROPPED [DON'T READ THIS NOVEL ANYMORE]

This NOVEL IS DROPPED.

Three weeks passed in the blink of an eye.

During that time, I and the two who were under my wing did our hardest, achieving results that were synonimous with the efforts we put in.

And so, after training and tempering ourselves, we found ourselves seated in our Lecture Hall.

Neron Kaelid stood atop his stage and placed both hands on the lectern that stood erect in front of him.

"The time is here, guys. It's time to select your Familiars!"

Everyone nodded, some swallowed, others looked nervous enough that sweat seemed to pour out of them. No matter how I experienced or weak an individual was, they weren't ignorant of the concept of Familiars.

Seated in my usual spot, now sandwiched between Edward, to my left and Anabelle to my right, I interlocked my fingers together and gave a somewhat excited smile.

'Huu... it's finally that time, uh?