PAID

“Noa, huh… Old friend, it’s finally time for the student you’ve been looking forward to,” Principal Olette said with a smile as she observed the training hall below.

A small figure dressed in black entered the arena. Her expression was calm and collected, showing no trace of fear or hesitation. Her steps were steady, deliberate. There was none of the nervous energy or excitement that other young dragons displayed, nor any timid restraint.

She seemed as composed as if she were heading out for a casual breakfast.

Vice Principal Wilson adjusted his monocle, clearly pleased.

“The best students always go last,” he remarked, never one to hold back on his praise for Noa or the Melkvey family.@@novelbin@@

This scene was a testament to an age-old truth:

*First impressions matter.*

Some characters, some families, only need one glance to leave an unforgettable impression.

Olette chuckled softly, nodding in agreement before adding, “Speaking of ‘last ones,’ have you noticed something, old friend?”

“What’s that?” Wilson asked.

“Due to Adam’s unexpected disruption, we were forced to reinstate the old ‘black-armored duels’ for this year’s exams. But next year, we won’t be able to use this system anymore,” Olette explained, her gaze fixed on Noa with a mix of admiration and expectation.

“This means that today marks the final ‘black-armored duel’ in the history of Saint Sis Academy’s promotion exams. And Noa is the last student to ever participate in it.”

“Every clash, every exchange of blows in this match, will add to the significance of this ending.”

“Our young dragons this year are exceptional, but none have truly dazzled me,” Olette continued. “I hope Noa can surprise us.”