So, instead of writing some nonsense again, Noa smirked, crossed out the question, and quietly wrote something beneath it.
[There are no weak beasts. Only the tamers who give up on them are.]
The answer was wrong by every standard this world had set, and everyone would disagree with him without batting an eye.
Noa knew that.
He understood the consequences of writing something the academy wouldn't agree with.
But he did it anyway.
This last question was one he didn't want to answer with a lie.
It felt like he was accepting the fate that people believed he was destined for because of the Graveworm.
Noa didn't want that.
Even if it meant losing a point, he wrote his thought confidently.
Then he stormed out of the room, ignoring the stares he was getting while also not even glancing at the short boy who had walked with him.
'I win, right?' Noa pondered, looking around the hallway.
Before Irina announced the results, at least ten minutes remained.
