Bess gritted his teeth and said, "No matter how mysterious you are, so what? I don't know if you have done something else on the core of the machine and intentionally said that it was carved with a magic inscription. You know that the students of our school can't do magic at all, but in the end, you can say whatever you want to say."
Although he thought what Allen said was probably true, Bess was unwilling to accept the fact that he lost.
He was the apple of everyone's eye. How could he lose to an unknown prick? He had no choice but to mess around.
The other onlookers agreed with him.
Allen looked at Bess with disdain and then turned to castellan and the dean.
"Since you insist, I'll ask castellan and the director of the school to be an intermediary. Can you check whether the mark on the core of my machine is a magic inscription or not? From now on to the end of the examination, I will never get close to it. Can you rest assured?" Allen said helplessly.