I returned to the dormitory immediately after the exam ended. I looked at the answers that were given to me after the end of the exam and graded it myself. Out of the 29 questions, I answered 17 of them. I guessed the remaining 12 by rolling Baron Samedi's dice. I started by grading the answers that I solved. I wondered how many I had gotten right.0

“One, two, three…”0

I got four questions wrong. Considering how lax I was in studying, I could say that I did fairly well. Next, I graded the questions that I guessed by rolling the dice. Honestly, I didn't have high expectations. I just thought it would be fortunate if I didn’t get them all wrong.0

"..." 0

The result was shocking. I got a whopping 2 out of the 12 questions right! I might have scored better if I had picked the answers in a column. I thought that Baron Samedi's dice might have some sort of special ability, but it was absolutely useless. 0

I really hated Baron Samedi right now. I hated him like crazy... 0

I looked at the exam paper I had finished grading. It was raining heavily—so much so that I wouldn’t have been surprised if a flood warning was issued. 0

"Dan Wedo, come out." 0

[This isn’t... my fault…!]0

“Then whose fault is it?" 0

[The stupid... Prophet’s....] 0

The Loa of Rain, Dan Wedo, disappeared after saying those words. I was a little annoyed, but what he said wasn’t wrong. Sacred dynamics was a subject that I had no confidence in, and it was a subject that I had no interest in doing well in either. However, seeing how the results turned out, I couldn’t help but feel a pang of regret. I kept thinking that if only I had studied a little harder, would the outcome have been different? Such thoughts kept popping up in my head.0

[It's too late to regret now. Since you didn't study, it's only natural that you did poorly on the exam.]0

"Yes, you're right,"...0