The academy auditorium was flooded with students.
Rows and rows of candidates — some pacing, others practicing small spells under their breath. Murmurs filled the air, bouncing off the marble arches like restless spirits.
It was the Final Selection Day.
Sayaka stood near the center aisle — quiet, breathing steadily, fingers twitching beside her blade. The weight of the Dragon's Breath on her hip was heavier than ever, yet somehow… it didn't feel foreign anymore.
This is it.
This is where I prove I'm not just someone they can laugh at.
Even if… I have no mana.
She swallowed hard.
Up front, the professors and examiners sat in stone-faced silence. On the stage, Principal Faerin was preparing his speech, skimming notes. The air shimmered faintly with enchantments to stabilize the field for the trials.
Sayaka didn't even notice the shadow approaching her from the side—
Until—
"You must win."
The voice was low. Calm. Composed.
Almost a whisper.
But in her ears, it echoed louder than any spell.
She turned her head slightly.
Dev.
He stood beside her, not even looking directly — just enough for his words to reach only her.
"Because I taught you," he continued, his tone even and cold.
"Don't fail."
Sayaka blinked.
…That's all? No good luck? No encouragement?
But somehow…
It meant more than any cheer ever could.
He… actually believes I can win.
From a few steps away, other students looked toward them, their expressions mixed.
"Did he just whisper something to her?"
"What the heck… are they dating or something?"
"No way. He's just mocking her… right?"
Sayaka could feel the stares piercing her back like tiny needles.
But this time…
She didn't flinch.
Instead, she stood straighter.
Lifted her chin.
And smiled softly to herself.
Because I taught you… don't fail.
She looked at her reflection in the polished blade at her waist.
Alright, Dragon. Let's show them.
Even if it's just a flicker… I'll light up the darkness.