The warp gate teleportation felt different from the dungeon teleportation. It seemed more forceful, even though they weren''t traversing to a different dimension. Warden guessed that teleportation within the same realm was more challenging. Despite his high attributes, Warden experienced a moment of lightheadedness as the teleportationpleted.


    His eyes widened as he discovered tall, majestic buildings all around him. Warden had expected to be intercepted in a simr warp chamber, but it seemed teleportation worked differently than he thought.


    "You!" a loud voice boomed from behind him.


    Warden turned to find Aurel, staring at him in disbelief. "Me?" he responded with a baffled look.


    "What are you doing here?" she asked, sounding suspicious. "No, don''t tell me you got a rmendation letter?"


    Warden brought out the letter from his inner pocket and showed it to her. Her expression changed to a scowl.


    "How did you get it?" she asked. "Just yesterday, you were asking me all about it like a buffoon."


    "I have my ways," Wardenughed.


    Aurel snorted. "Noble ass," she muttered under her breath, probably thinking he got his rmendation letter through his connections.


    This girl really didn''t seem to have a filter on her mouth, and she was so presumptuous. But then again, she had to work two years to get her break, while Warden did get his letter through a connection. So, he didn''t berate her, only smiled, which seemed to make her even more infuriated.


    "You have a problem with nobles?" a new voice interjected.


    Warden turned to find a few eyes on them, mostly the people who came with the teleportation. He hadn''t considered there would be other people with them who wereing to take the test as well, which was an oversight. The warp gate was the only way for people from Navin toe to the academy. Of course, there would be rankers arriving at the same time as them.


    The guy who asked the question really had the face of a noble. His blond hair was slicked to his scalp, giving him a handsome schr-boy look. With an expensive-looking mage''s robe draped on his body, along with various rings and enchanted items on his person, it was easy to consider him a noble.


    "What do you want?" Aurel asked.


    "Nothing," the schrly youth said. "You seem like someone who looks down on nobles?"


    "Oh, no, no," Aurel said. "I think it''s the other way around. I just hate how they get away with things with the power of their daddies."


    "What''s wrong with that?" the guy said in a dismissive tone. "Without your parents, you wouldn''t even be here. Thest thing you''d want to do is be ungrateful for the things they''ve done for you."


    Aurel had a quizzical expression. "Can you believe this guy?"


    "Yeah, yeah, you tell her, noble guy in a fancy suit," Warden cheered from the side. "Tell her how she''s disappointing her parents."


    Both of their eyes turned to him, the schrly fellow with a perplexed look, and Aurel with her usual scowl.


    "You''re having too much fun, it seems," she said.


    "At least I''m not disappointing my parents," Warden replied, shing his white teeth, which made her groan.


    "My parents are damn proud of me!" Aurel shouted.


    "Then why are you making such a fuss about it?" the schrly guy asked, seemingly unaware of the dynamics at y. He was a youth, no older than twenty, who likely had a sheltered upbringing to be this naive.


    Aurel shot him an incredulous look as if she were arguing with someone utterly clueless.


    "Don''t worry about her," Warden said to the guy. "It''s probably that time of the month for her."


    "What?" the youth asked, confused.


    "You know?"


    "I don''t," the guy admitted, genuinely clueless.


    "Really?" Warden was baffled when the guy shook his head. He turned towards Aurel. "Can you believe this guy?"


    "I can''t believe you," Aurel yelled at him and stormed into the academy.


    "What''s her problem?" the guy asked, puzzled.


    Warden was about to answer, then thought better of it. This guy really seemed tockmon sense. Even Warden, who had lost all his memories, hadn''t lost hismon sense. But it appeared this dude was truly clueless.


    "By the way, I''m Gene De Rossi," the young mage introduced himself. "My ss is Elementalist."


    "Cool," Warden replied, shaking hands with him. "I''m Warden, and that''s just my name. I''m like a warrior."


    "I can tell," Gene said, pointing at the sword Warden wore at his hip, its length reduced by a third.


    Perhaps these guys had somemon sense, albeit at a toddler''s level.


    "Isn''t your sword a bit short?" Gene asked, his eyes filled with curiosity.


    "It''s like that when unawakened," Warden exined. "The size grows when it''s charged with energy."


    "Really? How long can you make it? Can you make it thicker as well?"


    "Not as much as I''d like, but it serves its purpose well."


    "Wow! Can I see it?"


    "Now, in public?" Warden asked, hesitant. "Wouldn''t I get into trouble for that?"


    "Unless you hurt someone with it."


    "What are you two talking about?" a familiar feminine voice interjected as a new figure approached them.


    "Oh, June," Warden greeted her.


    The expression on her face was priceless. He was pretty sure she had overheard most of their conversation and was questioning her decision to rmend him to the academy.


    "An elf!" Gene eximed, his enthusiasm taking a new level. "Wow, I have only seen pictures of them before, but even up close, she''s so beautiful. Ethereal!"


    "Keep it in your pants, Gene," Warden said. "The garden already has a goat."


    Gene''s expression was that asking to look again. Everything went over his head, however, June was far from being dull to not understand hisment.


    "Stop making fun of him and prepare for your test," she said. Her expression betrayed nothing about what she thought of hisment. June was more strict inside the academy.


    "I''m not making fun of him," Warden said. "I''m making fun with him. There''s a huge difference."