Fateful

The female alchemist and her peers all shuddered at this name. None of them seemed to know why, but it had become an instinctual reaction that none of them even noticed. It was like a veil had covered the entire city, fogging their minds from the truth. 

"—Dyon Sacharro fairly and impartially." 

"I, Venerable Piers, swear a Heavenly Oath to judge…"

One after another, they spoke those fateful words. 

...

Saru and Lilith sat on their knees silently, each one to Dyon's side. But, they seemed to be more serious than even the man who supposedly had his life on the line. Sitting between them, his legs crossed, he stretched his back as though he was already tired of being there. 

"The first segment of the certification test tests your foundation. The mortal grades are piddling but are still required for any respectable Venerable."