134 Unfair Exam

Anakin Disfiegro stopped along with Claire as moderator Yusha announced the winner of the race. 

"Chastity Beverly? Are you serious?" Anakin sarcastically quipped. How in the world did that girl who was simply a daughter of a low viscount defeat the hermit? No—how did she encounter THAT hermit? But then again, Faustina Feuerlon, that girl—was with her!

Anakin took a deep breath. He still got his chance. Curving his lips to a smirk, Anakin slides his hand to his pocket. The crystal wasn't there anymore.

"I win."

**

"Congratulations, examinees!" Moderator Yusha said from the projection. They were now into the Great Hall, regaining their stamina from the race. Faustina glanced around the entirety. The race finished with ten students barely getting into the finish line.

"Now let us display the rank from the first one to finish the race to the last!"