The Mage of Final Exams (1)

Thursday, four days before final exams began.

It had been a long time since I'd attended Dean Raymond's lecture.

The magical barrier construction had finished long ago, but even after that the dean had been busy all over the place handling backlogged administrative work.

In fact, the dean could have skipped today too, but said there was no choice but to make time for the final class and the evaluation report submission.

The class, as usual, was a match against Dean Raymond in the Magic Hall practice annex.

And then.

"..."

I was utterly crushed.

I lay sprawled out on the floor, exhausted from both mana depletion and physical exhaustion.

...Still, the cool floor feels pretty nice. It's getting to be the kind of weather where I start missing air conditioning...