“That flame, don’t tell me it’s actually a Shadow Fireball?” The candidates below were completely stunned. The whole room erupted into laughter.
Xavier wanted to dig a hole and throw himself into it. The embarrassed blush on his face extended all the way to his neck.
“Such a shame… You scored so well in the written examination, but it turns out you’re a squib.” The proctor regretfully shook his head.
A squib was a normal person who was innately weak in terms of spiritual force. Although it wasn’t difficult for them to cast low-ranked spells, they were idiots at the practice of higher ranked spells. With their spiritual force unable to support them, they were like machine guns with no bullets.
“Pity… Final score: 0.1 Fail!” The military instructor announced loudly. Everyone around Xavier sighed.
Just as Xavier began to walk away despondently, he saw Crowley walking towards him. “Don’t be upset, everything will get better soon,” he said, and Leylin...