Who Is Chosen?
Éditeur: EndlessFantasy Translation
Although the conference of Dark Magic Region had ended, many Spell Casters were still waiting. They had set their gaze upon the tall tower standing mighty in the far away sky.
Everyone knew that the Seventh-level Spell Casters had watched the event here. If they fancied any of them, the person would be accepted into their tower. Once they became the student of a Seventh-level Spell Caster, it would be a sudden rise of life for them.
Of course, it was not that the Seventh-level Spell Casters would take students in every single conference. Only those they had taken a liking to would be taken in as a student.
Thus, everyone was still waiting silently.
"It's here!"
Wizard Leo said in a calm tone as the bloody-colored vertical eye on his forehead shone a faint red light.