Tristan Hero Military Academy, Department of Swordsmanship.
Of course, she wasn’t without close fellow instructors.
There were those who approached her solely as a fellow instructor, without any political motives.
Those who, like her, were committed to teaching cadets with a strong sense of duty.
And, fittingly, these individuals were also highly skilled instructors.
Akina lightly waved her hand in response to Instructor Jackson’s greeting.
“You’re here early.”
“Oh, of course, I had to be early. If I show up later than Instructor Akina, the other instructors will give me side-eye, and I won’t be able to properly evaluate the candidates.”
“There’s some weight to your words.”
“Haha. I’m just joking. There’s a candidate I’m interested in, so I came early. I want to observe them closely from the second practical test to the third practical test.”
“A candidate you’re interested in?”
Akina raised an eyebrow at Jackson’s unexpected words.
Though he often joked around and made silly remarks, Instructor Jackson had a firm standard when it came to training talents and selecting instructors.
That standard was as solid as a wall, and it was almost impossible to find a candidate who met it fully.
When it came to selecting instructors, Jackson was even more meticulous than Akina.
A candidate who caught his interest? Akina became curious about who this person might be.
“Yes, I believe Instructor Akina might have heard of him as well. His name is Edgar Mulick, a noble candidate. He passed both the written exam and the first practical exam with perfect scores. Although I haven’t seen his swordsmanship yet, he’s ranked at the top so far.”
Instructor Jackson promptly satisfied her curiosity.
However, Akina found herself even more perplexed by his answer.
“Mulick…?”
Edgar Mulick.
It wasn’t a name one could easily dismiss.
It was a name that felt quite familiar to her.
Jackson chuckled softly at her muttering.
“That’s right. He’s Edgar Mulick, the second son of the Marquis of Mulick, from the Great Mage family.”
“…!”
The mystery was instantly solved.
The Great Mage family, the Mulick Marquisate.
How could she not know that name?
A family with a long and illustrious history, having contributed greatly throughout the kingdom’s extensive past.
Furthermore, it was a family known for producing heroes.
If the Crowflin Ducal House represented the most prestigious family in swordsmanship, the Mulick family was the equivalent in magic.
The grand title of “Great Mage family” wasn’t something that could be easily earned, even among noble households.
Moreover, the Mulick family was well-known not only among the nobility but also among commoners due to their renown as one of the kingdom’s esteemed marquis houses.
…More importantly.
‘The Mulick family…’
The Mulick family was led by Brandon Mulick, the war hero of the Kleppe Kingdom.
Brandon Mulick.
A hero with the destiny of the “Mage of Destruction,” a <Mage> whose unrivaled skills in offensive magic were said to have no equal in the kingdom.
His name alone brought a sense of familiarity, but Akina had more than just a passing acquaintance with him.
Five years ago, during the Great War.
Akina and Brandon had fought side by side as comrades on the battlefield.
‘But I heard his second son… was a troublemaker.’
During the intense war, the two noble comrades had shared many stories.
She distinctly remembered hearing about the troublesome second son.
Unlike the other geniuses of the family, he had been born with the destiny of an <Apprentice Mage> and had never properly cultivated that fate, instead living a life of idleness.
A person who was far from hard work and very close to laziness.
The exact type of person Akina despised most.
“…And that son applied to be an instructor?”
“Yes, and for the Department of Swordsmanship, no less.”
“Is Sir Edgar from the Department of Swordsmanship?”
“Of course not. He graduated after three years in the Department of Magic.”
“What…? How does that…”
Akina trailed off in confusion, unable to finish her sentence.
What kind of bizarre behavior is this.
The person who seemed destined to spend his life in idleness not only took the instructor exam, but it wasn’t even for the Department of Magic—it was for the Department of Swordsmanship.
Even though the instructor exam allows for cross-department applications, and even if by some chance Edgar Mulick had been newly chosen by the fate of a <Swordsman>, the Tristan Department of Swordsmanship’s instructor exam was not something to be taken lightly.
But the results already spoke for themselves.
A perfect score on both the written exam and the first practical test.
Even if the practical test hadn’t involved swordsmanship, these scores were not something that could be achieved by someone who was taking the exam lightly.
Akina’s expression twisted slightly, as if she couldn’t believe what she was hearing.
Seeing her reaction, Instructor Jackson let out a hollow laugh and handed her a document.
“Take a look. These are the results from the second practical test that came out this morning.”
Today was the day when both the second and third practical tests would take place.
The results of the early morning second test had just been released.
And on the score sheet he handed over…
“…!”
Strangely enough, from the written exam, the first practical, and the second practical test—every category was marked with a perfect score.
There was only one blank section.
The final part of the exam, where key instructors from the department would be in attendance, was a surprise ‘practical interview’ that the candidates were unaware of.
It was the third and final test scheduled for the afternoon, the demonstration of the Tristan swordsmanship technique.
“Shall we see how it goes? Whether the second son of the Great Mage family just has a strong body and mind or if he really knows how to wield a sword properly,” Jackson said with a grin.
Akina could only stare at him blankly.
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