Chapter Fourteen

All the students that were done with their practical went to the garden where we Prof Conroe had taken us from as we waited for an hour for our test results, I had scored a 99%, which meant that of all the questions, I had only wronged like five. I was second place; first place was some Arthur Feyrith, and he scored a hundred.

From the five hundred that had applied, only two hundred and sixty students managed to be admitted, which meant that fifty percent of the students who applied did not qualify. This was strange because the least score here was a 76%.

"That's not fair. I didn't get in, but that piece of human trash did," an orange-haired boy said as he pointed at me.

I pretended to look around, "wait me? ouch am trash but you lost to trash so what does that make you? Shit yeah shit is worse than trash so sorry shit," I said with a grin.

"Why, you little," the orange-haired boy said as he moved close to me. I got ready to defend myself, but the boy surprised me.

The boy wrapped his fists with flames. Which meant that he could manipulate elements and his element must have been fire. Being able to manipulate elements meant that he was already at red stage or light red. I circulated mana in my mana channels and raised my guard up, but as both of us took a step towards each other, the ground beneath our feet opened up and swallowed us till our necks before closing back up.

I couldn't move my arms. It was like I was being wrapped and squeezed, but it wasn't painful, just restrictive and uncomfortable. The others just watched as this unfolded. The elves were unimpressed with the two of us; it was a mix of disappointment and almost as if they expected us to do this.

The dwarves were just disappointed that there wasn't going to be a fight, and the humans were disappointed that I didn't get my ass handed to me.

"There will be no fighting in Longhorn, Mr. Ragnar. Keep that in mind, and Mr. Oberon, instead of lashing out at someone, you should use that vigor in your studies," the long-bearded headmaster said.

He was on the left side of me, so it was hard to turn since there was a noose made of the earth at my neck. Professor Conroe emerged from behind the headmaster. He separated his hands, which made the ground open up as it released us, and then he stomped on the ground, which made the ground spring us from the holes with platforms.

My tunic and pants were filled with dust, so were some other unsavory parts. I kept patting my clothes and shaking off the dust. The headmaster and the professor waited for both of us to finish before they sent away the students who didn't qualify with a few words of encouragement. As soon as the last person left the gate, they started addressing us. The headmaster's name was Napoleon Leywin; he was the one who orchestrated and designed the tests we did.

He was both the headmaster and one of the founding members of the school. The two explained the history of the school. The school itself was built a century ago after the war among races. This school had been made to encourage the races to live in harmony. Then, blah blah blah, the school has this many buildings, blah blah blah, it taught royals and other stuff that I zoned out of hearing.

"Now before Conroe bores you all, it is my honor to welcome you all to Rivendell. You will be issued with Rivendell's uniform, and the next week you will be oriented here. So, before leaving to your respective homes, leave your address," the headmaster said as he turned around and went back inside the building.

We walked over to Professor Conroe and gave him the addresses. I gave him Vladimir's address, and he must have recognized the address because he raised his eyebrow at me. He was about to say something, but he held himself back.

I walked back to my benefactor's home, and true enough, there was a package with the school logo on the doorstep. I picked it up, opened the door, and walked over to the servants' quarters. I laid the package on my bed, tore off the tape on the box, and dumped everything on the bed.

There was a gray half sweater, a long-sleeved white buttoned shirt, a black tie, black khaki pants, and black leather boots. There was the school badge on the left breast side of the sweater and at the middle part of the tie.

"How do I tie this thing?" I asked myself as I picked up the tie. "Also, do these clothes fit me?"

I undressed myself of my clothes, which sadly had some dust patches. I put on the shirt first, then the pants which I tucked the shirt in, and finally, the sweater. I didn't know how to tie a tie, so why bother.

"Hmm, this thing fits me perfectly. When did they get my measurements?" I said as I stretched myself to see if they got the measurements right.

"Huh, what's this?" I said as I took a letter from the bed.

To whomever it concerns;

To the recipient of this letter, this letter is proof of your admittance. You are among the few in possession of this, which means that you are one of the commoners with enough talent to be admitted. We are pleased to inform you that you will receive a full scholarship covering all your basic needs. Also, you are required to be on the academy grounds on the fifth, which coincidentally is next week, for your orientation. So, we wish you all the best.

Sincerely,

Headmaster Leywin

"Wish mom was here," I said as I finished reading the letter.

"Oh, you got in," Professor Vladimir said from behind me. I turned around, and there was a smirk on his face. "Didn't have a doubt."

"Yeah, I guess I did." I said as I rubbed the back of my name

"Why aren't you wearing the tie?" he asked.

"Oh, I don't know how to tie one," I said sheepishly.

"Alright, come here," he said. I picked up the tie and walked over to him.

"Watch how I do it and then try it yourself," he said as he tied the tie.

"Uhm, Professor?"

"What?"

"Why are you doing this for me? You are not in love with me or anything, right?" I asked.

"Hahaha, you wish, boy. To be honest, I don't know. Maybe because I have a kind heart or maybe just trying to do a good deed, or maybe because," he paused as he tucked the tie inside the sweater.

"I was curious why an orange core peasant has the mana capacity of a dark blue," he said as he made eye contact.

I backed away from him. "Uhm, that's crazy; my mana reserves are normal," I said nervously.

"Oh, please, if I wanted to hurt you, I would have. Even Sandra is way above you, so no worries, Mr. Ragnar. I live for the research. I'll find out myself, or maybe I may earn your trust, and maybe you'll tell me yourself," he said as he walked away.

"Oh shit oh shit oh shit," I said to myself. I took off the tie, opened it up, and tried to follow what he did, mostly because I needed the distraction. I messed up nine out of ten times but the distraction didn't help.

"So, does the headmaster know it? Do the professors?" I said.

"Oh, I did it!" I said as I finally managed to successfully tie it. "Hmm, little victories!"

I undressed from my uniform, folded them carefully, and placed them in my bag. I then went under the covers and tried my best to fall asleep.