Doggone Academy - Chapter 87

Chapter 87. Entrance Exam (9)

The frightened birds flew out of the forest.

The dust completely blocked the view.

Cecil was knowledgeable about explosions, but could not understand what had happened.

She thought it was a spell because she felt mana.

“This dust is annoying.”

“The dust got inside my clothes.”

“Quick, find that guy!”

There was instant chaos.

Several flashes of light appeared inside the dust cloud.

Only a few shouts were heard.

Soon, all sounds ceased.

The light breeze began to blow away the dust.

The fight was almost over.

The masked man slowly emerged from the dust cloud.

It seemed to have taken him less than three minutes to resolve the situation.

She did not see any scratches on him.

He was no less competent than Abel, Zion, Luna, Victor and Naiad.

But he worked discreetly so as not to attract the attention of others.

Cecil looked at the masked man with a smile.

She couldn’t believe that he was her partner from the beginning of the exam. It seemed like it was a blessing that she had separated from her colleagues.

The man motioned for Cecil to follow him.

She shook the dust off her clothes.

The knights lay unconscious on the ground. Their steel swords were broken.

She did not see any wounds on them.

It seemed strange to her.

The mage’s face was so pale as to be unrecognizable.

She didn’t ask the masked man about it, she was sure he wouldn’t answer.

Cecil murmured.

“He’s quite competent.”

The man stared at Cecil.

“Don’t you want to say anything?”

He rummaged through his pocket for candy.

He had always given her one, but this time he pulled out five.

“Is it because I told you a compliment?”

He shook his head.

“Is it so I’ll keep this a secret?”

He nodded twice.

Cecil groaned.

“It’s frustrating, but I’ll do it. Can you take off your mask and sing a song?”

He lightly laughed.

“I didn’t expect you to be able to laugh too. I thought you were a wooden dummy.”

Now she felt more comfortable near him.

The man forced her to grab the candies.

“He’s just selfish.”

Cecil popped a candy into her mouth.

After walking for a while, Cecil looked back for a moment.

The Planteras carried the unconscious men back to the starting point.

“Stupid, don’t come back.”

***

There was a small chapel on a section of the Grace Range. A garden decorated with evergreens stretched around the chapel.

The place was marked on the map as a base.

Large rocky peaks that pointed south cast a shadow over half of the base.

About 60 applicants lay down in the shade to recuperate.

Occasionally, the Planteras carried unconscious applicants to the base.

Alchemists or magicians attended to them.

This looked like a hospital ward.

All this he knew from Sylverine. Until now it was simply a process for applicants to use up the supplies they had brought with them.

The real exam was beginning from the moment the food and potions were to be obtained from the resources of Grace Range.

The applicants had to make a decision, get to the top slowly with a large team or get to the top quickly with a small team and earn more points.

They were to separate at the base because Cecil was going to meet her colleagues.

He had gotten a little closer to her, so he was satisfied. He regretted doing it when he was masked, but at the moment he couldn’t think about it.

She looked around for her colleagues.

At that moment, someone shouted from the chapel.

“Sister!”

A woman ran toward Cecil.

“Trisha!”

The two embraced as soon as they were face to face.

She was disgusted when she saw Cecil’s skirt.

Cecil pointed at the masked man.

“I had so much fun with him…”

Trisha looked at him bewildered.

“You had fun?”

Their appearance made them stand out from the people around them.

In addition, they both had a little dust on their clothes.

This could be misinterpreted.

Cecil introduced him.

“This is my Candy Bag. Or Candy for short.”

A candy bag? She said bag of candy?

He believed that he should readjust his relationship with this woman in the future.

Trisha didn’t doubt the strange introduction.

“Thank you for taking care of my sister.”