After finishing breakfast, the students eagerly prepared themselves for the assessment. They gathered outside, eagerly searching the surroundings for the arrival of the mage. Suddenly, a fast-moving object caught their attention. Alden, one of the children, exclaimed, "Hey! Look! Something is approaching us at an incredible speed!"

  The children's curiosity was piqued as they all wondered about the mysterious object. Just then, Yota walked over, beaming with confidence. "Hehe! Let this big brother of yours tell you about what it is," he declared proudly.

  Excitedly, Alden asked, "Wow, Brother Yota! Do you know what it is?"

  Yota huffed, "Hmph! Of course, who else but I would know?"

  The children implored, "Tell us, Brother Yota! Please!"

  Yota cleared his throat dramatically and announced, "That, my friends, is a magical matchbox-type thingy!"

  The children stared at him in disbelief, their expressions showing their disappointment.

  Yota felt the weight of their gazes and stammered, "W-What? Why are you all looking at me like that?"

  A voice interrupted the silence. Ric, walking over calmly, tapped Yota on the shoulder and stated, "That is a TX-087 Car from the Velheim Kingdom. It's used for fast travel over long distances."

  Wide-eyed, Yota exclaimed, "Wait, that's not magic?! Then how is it moving so quickly?"

  Ric replied with a hint of exasperation, "Didn't you hear me? I just said it's from the Kingdom of Velheim. Don't tell me you slacked off during class."

  Yota nervously protested, "U-Uhm, no, I didn't!"

  Alden chimed in, "Come on, Brother! You shouldn't slack off like that!"

  Yota, feeling a bit ashamed, mumbled, "Then, you tell us, what is the Kingdom of Velheim?"

  Alden nervously protested, "U-Uhm, Why should I?! Brother Ric asked you! not me!"

  Ric let out a heavy sigh and responded, "Haaa... There are four kingdoms corresponding to the four classes. The Kingdom of Warriors is Alcra, where we live, the Kingdom of Mages is Magus, the Kingdom of Healers is Rivios, and the Kingdom of Alchemists is Velheim."

  The children listened attentively, absorbing the information. Ric continued, "Each kingdom specializes in training individuals for their respective classes, and they have unique traditions and cultures associated with them."

  "W-wait, so you mean to say that's alchemy?" Yota asked Ric, seeking clarification.

  Ric nodded and replied, "Yes, it's alchemy. But why are they here in a car? A broom should be sufficient for a mage."

  As the car arrived and came to a halt in front of the orphanage, the children gathered around it with bubbling excitement. The door swung open, and a towering figure emerged, causing the children to take a step back in fear. The man scowled at them and barked, "Tch! Move away, you pests! What do you think you're doing crowding around a noble's car, huh?!"

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  Seeing the children scared, Yota's anger flared, and he started to march towards the man, but Ric swiftly stepped in, halting his friend's impulsive actions. "Wait, Yota, don't be reckless!" Ric urged.

  Confused, Yota protested, "Huh?! Didn't you hear what that ba-" Before he could finish his sentence, Ric covered Yota's mouth with his hand and whispered, "Yota, that's a noble's car, even though this knucklehead doesn't look like it, he might be a servant of a noble. We can't mess with the noble, And remember, the old man detests curses."

  Ric released his hand, and Yota questioned, "Then, do you want me to keep silent?"

  "No, but insult him in an educated and legal manner without resorting to curses, and without insulting the noble behind him, like this..." Ric whispered calmly in Yota's ear.

  Yota paused for a moment, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. He stepped forward and shouted, "Hey! You piece of human faeces! You son of a witch! How dare you utter such vile words towards innocent children! I wonder how hard must It be for your master to contain a bullhead like you. They must be a very generous human being to handle you, who is a paragon of manners! nothing more than vilest of the garbage dump in a sewer!"

  The man's fury grew, and he started advancing, his voice seething with anger. "You vermin! Now you've done it!" he spat out, his face red with rage.

  Ric moved without hesitation, stepping in front of Yota. He planted himself firmly, shoulders squared, his voice calm but deliberate. "Under the Imperial Law of Alcra, Act 2, Clause 1087," he began, "assaulting someone without cause is a crime. For nobles, it’s a misuse of authority. The punishment? Two years in prison and a fine of 100 gold coins. If unpaid, it’s three years. So, tell me—" Ric tilted his head slightly, a flicker of challenge in his tone. "Can you afford that? Mr. self-proclaimed noble?"

  Malvin’s face darkened, his disbelief evident. "You—what?! A peasant dares to lecture me on the law?!"

  "Stop right there, Malvin," a commanding voice interrupted.

  The voice was firm, cutting through the rising tension. Heads turned as a boy stepped down from the carriage, his polished boots meeting the dirt with a soft thud. His neatly combed blonde hair and sharp blue eyes made his status clear, but his expression was unreadable, steady.

  "S-sir! You don’t understand. He’s an orphan! A worthless—"

  The slap came without warning, a sound so sharp it seemed to hang in the air. Malvin staggered back, stunned. The old teacher of the orphanage stood before him, his hand still raised, his face taut with anger.

  "You call them orphans as if they have no one," the teacher said quietly, his voice trembling—not from fear, but from the weight of his words. "But while I stand here, they do."

  The tension in the air was electric. Ric blinked, caught off guard. His lips parted, but the words came out awkward, hurried. "Why would you...?" He stepped closer to the teacher, lowering his voice. "You didn’t have to do that."

  Before the teacher could respond, Malvin let out a furious growl, his face flushed with rage. "You commoner piece of ****!" he spat, his fists clenched. With a guttural shout, he lunged forward, his arm pulling back to strike the old man.

  But before his fist could connect, a soft yet chilling voice cut through the chaos.

  "Chain Bind."

  A radiant magic circle flared to life at Malvin’s feet. In an instant, shimmering chains erupted from it, coiling around him like serpents and lifting him off the ground.

  "W-what?!" Malvin stammered, his anger dissolving into shock. He struggled, but the chains held him fast, dangling him in mid-air like a caught insect.

  The tension in the crowd shifted as a figure descended gracefully from above. A man with vibrant purple hair and piercing eyes to match, landed lightly on the ground, his presence commanding but oddly serene.

  "I believe that is enough, Malvin," the man said, his voice measured yet firm.

  Malvin’s defiance crumbled. "H-Huh?! Sir Chiron?" he stuttered. "I-I will stop! Please, release me!" he pleaded, his earlier bravado reduced to desperation.

  Chiron, the renowned 5th Circle Mage, ignored Malvin’s frantic cries and instead turned to the teacher and the children. His gaze softened, though his tone retained its calm authority. "Apologies for this disturbance," he said. "My name is Chiron, a 5th Circle Mage. And this young lord by my side," he gestured to the blonde boy who had spoken earlier, now joined by a girl of similar noble bearing, "is Jin Rivious, one of the heirs to the Jin family."