"The next contenders for thebat exams, please get ready in the waiting room as your names are called: Louise Obelia, Be Raiseinler."


    ''Eh?''


    That was Louise''s first thought as she heard her name being called.


    "Louise, I thought your opponent would be another second year?" asked Cecilia, her gigantic fiery snake body wrapping around the whole colosseum. Her massive eyeballs were a daunting sight, and if any of the students had the ability to see spirits like Louise, they would probably run in fear just looking at them.


    "What''s going on, Louise?" asked Tn, Louise''s other contracted high spirit, his gigantic gori body made of rocks reverberating through her ears.


    "I don''t know," Louise replied, her confusion growing. "Maybe the staff made a mistake? I''m pretty sure the one they assigned me to fight was another senior from the summoning department. Maybe they made a mistake?"


    "I repeat for the next contenders for thebat exams, please get ready in the waiting room as your names are called: Louise Obelia, Be Raiseinler" the announcer called out once again.


    "Maybe not?" Muttered Louise as she tilted her head.


    …..


    A day before the exam, the atmosphere in the summoning department offices was tense, with students finalizing their preparations for the uing Joint Combat Exams.


    "I withdraw" dered a young man named Raon, who held a documented paper indicating his withdrawal from thepetition.


    Raon''s professor was taken aback by his sudden request and couldn''t quite understand why Raon would want to withdraw so close to the exam date.


    "What''s going on, Raon?"


    Raon met his professor''s questioning gaze with determination.


    "Professor, I might seem like apletely average student by your standards, but I''m not dumb." He pointed at the opponent listed on the paper.


    "Look at my opponent."


    The professor examined the paper and sighed, realizing his reasoning.


    "It''s Louise fucking! Obelia, the Spirit Princess. I don''t know if you''ve heard, but there are rumors that she''s contracted with a high-ranking spirit the size of multiple houses. You expect me to fight someone like that? No thanks" Raon stated firmly, his decision already made.


    Haah.


    The professor, understanding the dilemma, nodded, and could only sigh.


    Raon felt a sense of relief wash over him as he watched his professors understanding.


    Facing an opponent of Louise''s caliber was a daunting prospect, and he knew that withdrawing was the right choice.


    He didn''t want to be remembered as the student who was swiftly defeated after getting one shotted during the exams. Despite being an average student in the spirit department, Raon still had his pride and dignity as a second-year student.


    "I understand your reasoning, Raon" the professor replied, "but withdrawing at thiste stage is strictly forbidden. The matches are already scheduled for tomorrow. If you''d requested this a week ago, it might have been possible."


    Raon countered "The confirmation of my opponent didn''t arrive untilst night, and now you''re telling me you can''t do anything about it. Is the school trying to tip the bnce in favor of the first years? If anything, it''s the school''s fault for not providing me with information about my opponent until thest second."


    Raon''s professor sighed once again, understanding the weight of his student''s reasoning. It was not an easy decision to make, and the professor sympathized with Raon''s predicament and they can''t exactly force a student to fight if they so choose to withdraw.


    The uing Joint Combat Exams were not only designed to developradery and experience among the students, but it was also, a matter of pride and prestige, from the juniors and seniors from each department, and no student wanted to be remembered as the one who withdrew just before thepetition.


    Leaving now would surely tarnish his reputation. But, in Raon''s case, the prospect of facing an opponent as formidable as Louise Obelia was simply too daunting to ignore.


    "Fine, we can''t force a student to fight if they choose to withdraw. I''ll speak to the staff and see if we can make arrangements for your withdrawal."


    "Thank you, Professor! You''re the best!" Raon eximed with joy, attempting to hug his professor. However, his tion was short-lived, as he was immediately sent flying by a powerful gust of wind generated by a human-sized hawk that his professor summoned.


    "Get out," the professor said with a firm tone, already anticipating the headache that woulde with exining this to the higher-ups.


    On that day, the professors and school faculty members held an emergency meeting regarding the uing Joint Combat Exams, with a specific focus on the number of contestants from the first and second years, as the bnce of thepetition seemed to be tilting in favor of the neers.


    ….


    "Louise Obelia, Be Raiseinler please proceed to the arena"


    Hearing the announcer''s words, Louise made her way into the arena, her every step carrying a sense of graceful confidence.


    The audience erupted into a frenzy of cheers as they enthusiastically supported her, particrly the students from the Spirit Department.


    While it might be expected that the students from the Combat and Magic Departments would be at odds, considering the age-old debate of who was stronger between a sword master and an arch mage, the reality was quite different.


    During practical joint exams and battles, the students from these departments had a mutual respect for one another.


    They knew that in the real world, when they faced actual monsters and adversaries, they would need each other''s strengths and abilities to seed.


    The arena was a testament to the unity and camaraderie that existed among the students, transcending the rivalries that existed in theory but not in practice.


    The enmity that existed between the Summoning Department and the Magic Department was a stark contrast to the harmony shared by the Combat and Magic Department students. In fact, they despised each other.


    The root of this animosityy in the belief held by Magic Department students that those in the Summoning Department were nothing more than sham magicians.


    The Summoners, in their view, relied on their spirits to perform magic, which was a clear departure from the purist perspective of the Magic Department students who relied on their own knowledge and mana to cast spells. This ongoing feud between the two departments led to the division of magical courses throughout the academy.


    The Summoning Department had been established as a response to the relentless bullying and discrimination faced by Summoners at the hands of the Magicians. Summoners, despite their powerful connections to spirits, had felt powerless and undervalued until the establishment of their department.


    Likewise, the Magic Engineering Department came into existence because ofints from Magic Department students about impractical applications of magic in the creation of devices and artifacts. They believed that a skilled mage could perform the necessary magic themselves, and this led to a disregard for the value of the course.


    The Alchemy Department, on the other hand, had a somewhat frivolous origin, emergingrgely from the fact that most mages struggled with chemistry. However, there was a less logical, yet more popr reason behind its creation, which was the illusion of alchemy being a mysterious and coveted discipline.


    In essence, the existence of these specialized departments was a testament to the arrogant and often petty nature of mages, each group believing in the superiority of their chosen path in the world of magic.


    The arena was now the battleground for the students of the Summoning Department and the Magic Department, as there were no senior opponents for them to face. The center stage showcased a sh between the top 1st-year student from the Summoning Department Louise Obelia and the top 1st-year student from the Magic Department, Be Raiseinler.


    The anticipation in the arena was palpable, with a charged atmosphere as the two departments locked eyes, emanating a hidden pressure and exchanging intense gazes that seemed to bridge the divide between them.


    The battle between Be and Louise was not only a contest of magical prowess but also a subtle representation of the ongoing rivalry between their respective departments.


    The arena was abuzz with anticipation as the Joint Combat Exams continued. The audience was eager to witness the battles between the first-year students, especially those pitting magic against summoning.


    The rivalry between these departments had been a topic of discussion for some time, and now was the moment to see how their top students would fare against each other.


    "Reminder for the first-year student Be Raiseinler to please finish your preparations and proceed to the arena, please" the announcer''s voice boomed through the colosseum, its echoes reverberating through the stands.


    The crowd grew restless, waiting for Be Raiseinler to make her entrance.


    It was not umon for some students to take a little extra time to prepare, but as the seconds ticked by, unease spread among the spectators. Had something dyed her, or was there some issue?


    "I repeat, reminding for the first-year student Be Raiseinler to please finish your preparations and proceed to the arena, please."


    ????


    "Once again I repeat, reminding for the first-year student Be Raiseinler to please finish your preparations and proceed to the arena, please"


    Confused murmurs rippled through the audience. The tension in the arena continued to mount as all eyes remained fixed on the entrance.


    In the midst of the mounting tension, my eyes darted across the arena as I sought to make sense of the situation.


    The crowd''s whispers had grown louder, and the confusion was palpable. I couldn''t help but share in their curiosity, my mind racing toprehend the dy.


    "Where the heck is she?"


    …..


    With the sun''s rays warming her room and the remnants of her deep yawn still resonating, Be Raiseinler reluctantly stirred from herfortable slumber.


    Her movements were slow, limbs heavy with drowsiness as shenguidly stretched, her gaze squinting at the intrusive brightness that filtered through her window.


    "Heuung.."


    A sleepy mumble escaped her lips as she raised her hand to shield her eyes from the overbearing morning light. Be''s room was in disarray, as it always seemed to be, with a broken rm clock on her nightstand. It was a casualty of her past anger, a mute witness to her earlier battles against the concept of early mornings.


    ncing at the clock, her eyes widened in surprise. The digits confirmed her worst fear – it was well past noon. Be''s alreadyzy voice dripped with an extrayer of lethargy as she muttered to herself.


    "I''mte...."


    Panic set in as she suddenly became aware of her impending appointment at the arena. Be knew she had no time to spare, and she needed to shake off her morning stupor quickly.


    ….


    "Where the heck is she?" I muttered to myself as I tried to get up from my seat, my curiosity piqued by Be Raiseinler''s sudden absence.


    But just as I was about to search for her, a brilliant blue light materialized right in front of me.


    Znngg!!


    Be Raiseinler had teleported right before me. Her sky-blue hair swayed gently, though it was somewhat disheveled with tiny bed hairs sticking out. Her attire was equally unkempt, as she wore her school uniform instead of the standardbat shirt and robe the school typically provided.


    I couldn''t help but wonder, ''Did this girl just roll out of bed?''


    "Can you tie my hair, please?" she asked, handing me a few hair ties. I stood there, momentarily perplexed by her unexpected request.


    "Student Be Raiseinler, please finish your preparations and proceed to the arena," the announcer''s voice rang out, bringing me back to reality.


    Quickly gathering my wits, I began to neatly tie up Be''s hair. Fortunately, I was well-practiced in this skill, as my mother had always allowed me to tie her hair when needed.


    After I had swiftly tied up Be''s hair, she made an attempt to move towards the stage. However, I grabbed her gently, halting her in her tracks.


    "Wait," I said, carefully buttoning up her disheveled shirt. "There, done."


    With a nod, I ushered her onto the arena stage. The sudden appearance of Be at the arena hadn''t gone unnoticed by the audience nearby.


    They began to silently talk amongst themselves, specting about our connection.


    "Hey, was that Be Raiseinler?"


    "Are they friends?"


    "I heard rumors that the two of them were dating."


    They couldn''t have been more wrong, but I opted to disregard their spections and turned my attention to the uing fight. Despite the unexpected circumstances, this battle piqued my interest.


    In the novels, Louise and Be had never fought each other. But based on Tristan''s confrontation with Be in the story, it was clear that Louise might be at a disadvantage in this match, I just don''t see her being able to break free from Be''s illusions.


    As both contestants entered the arena, cheers erupted from the magic and summoning department students, showing their support for their respective representatives.


    "Start" the announcer''s voice echoed through the arena.


    Thud...!!


    Suddenly, Louise''s body slumped to the ground, her eyelids drooping as she fell into a deep slumber. Her gentle breaths indicated that she was in a profound state of sleep. The audience watched in stunned silence, struggling to fullyprehend what had just transpired.


    With drowsy eyes, Be nced up at the judges seated above. Her meaning was clear, and the judges quickly provided their scores. The announcer then made the deration.


    "Winner Be Raiseinler!"


    It turned out to be the shortest match in the history of the academy''s jointbat exams, ending in a mere four seconds.


    The audience remained in a state of disbelief, trying to process the astonishing oue.