"...This is a high-tier exam sheet, Sirton," muttered Headmaster Hareth Vonzelle, his gaze scanning the paper before him. "It's far too difficult for the entrance level."
Sirton leaned back casually in the chair across from the headmaster's desk, one leg crossed. He twirled a small pen in his fingers like a tiny wand. "Exactly. And that was the sheet Verin received."
Hareth raised a thin brow. "Are you sure this wasn't an administrative error?"
Sirton gave a short, bitter chuckle. "If it were just an error, why does this sheet only appear in Verin's copy among all those distributed that day? And more interestingly..." — he slid another sheet across the desk — "...the girl answered everything flawlessly."
The Headmaster read quickly. Silence. His fingers tapped gently on the black wooden desk. "Logic... spirit contract analogies... even comparative theories from the Spirit of Existence Department..."
