Nox's POV:
I'm currently on my way to see the selection test of the enchantment representative. As they are currently in the middle of selecting the three representatives for the academy this year. The representatives are picked from among the 1st, 2nd and 3rd year students who compete in one of three schools of magic:
Spellcasting Enchantment Spirit magic
Normally the ones picked are among the 3rd year students, but…
"And the winner is tester Kenji representing Aiko from 2F! She will be representing the enchanters of Shiro Academy this Walpurgisnacht!"
Before me, in the dual arena, stood a brat number 3 covered in a pentagonal armor made from wood. The selection test consists of two parts:
The creation part, where the student makes an enchanted item in as little time as possible using the material provided by the school.
And the practical test, where one of the testers belonging to the class of the student is picked to wield the magic item in combat.
Brat number 1 is a golem maniac. If it's about making anything but a golem, she loses motivation quickly and makes half assed enchantments, which is why I was sure she wouldn't do well after seeing her table full of nothing but daggers and swords. It would be a feat to behold to make any functional golem out of those in the time she had. Hence, brat number 3 would have a hell of a time trying to win with whatever half assed contraption she coughs up. Therefore, I had left to watch brat number 2's match instead, certain that the two brats would fail. only to return to this.
"WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?!"
"Oh! There you are Professor Sun! You must be proud! She is the first student from class 2F to ever win a ticket to Walpurgisnacht in the history of Shiro Academy!" The professor of class 2B said as he came to mockingly congratulate me without a hint of malice in his tone, in his fancy graduation hat and robe that I kind of want to wear to my next class.
"Hay professor 'What's His Face'! What the hell happened? Where did that brat get that armor golem from? There wasn't nearly enough material for her to make a full body armor golem like that! SO, WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?!!" I was in too much of a shock to bother remembering the professor's name, as I was shaking him by the shoulders for an answer.
"Would you stop bullying the professor, you weirdo!" My friend-zoned Graybeard said as he stopped me from wringing the life out of this friendly guy that I'm sure was making fun of me for losing a bet against my students he would have no possible way of knowing about.
Graybeard has been grumpy ever since I ditched him to perform my Christmas miracle. I've received countless complaints about some scandalous professor who spread misinformation about the school faculty. Being the upright citizen of this great academy, I of course went to investigate who this evil doer was, but it seems whoever it is an evil mastermind. Every clue he left pointed right back to myself, which can only mean one thing. He knows I'm on his tail and spread lies about me to the ignorant masses to hinder my investigation, while at the same time creating a scapegoat for him to pin his crimes on. To this day I still haven't found the scoundrel, hence why my poor ignorant Graybeards cold attitude towards me.
"What's this about! Isn't winning with that cheap trick enough? Do you have to sow chaos wherever you go?" Professor 'Who's It's" spoke up. No doubt harboring vital information about the criminal.
'Why was I here again? Oh right! The brats!' I thought to myself, as I recalled a more pressing matter than my ongoing investigation.
"I want to know what happened? I left at the start of the creation phase of the selection to watch the spellcaster selection. Hence, I am unaware of what transpired in my absence, though I don't believe the material for that golem armor was amongst the provided materials my student was handed." I asked, trying to regain what little credibility I had as a snob amongst the professors despite slipping up for the umpteenth time.
The professors looked at me suspiciously, like they didn't believe me. Ever since that scoundrel slandered my reputation, I've been accused of being the one behind nearly every suspicious or weird event that just so happened to take place near me at the time. Hence, whenever something strange or out of the ordinary like saying a class F student winning a tournament or an angry letter from a certain family goes missing. I'm always treated as suspect number one.
"You're not pulling my leg, are you? Were you really not the one who came up with the idea?"
"Came up with what exactly?"
According to Graybeard, my brat number 1 had bent the rules a bit. In the official rule book, it said that only the material provided by the academy may be used to make the artifact. And apparently, I had forgotten two very important things. The fact I had taught brat number 1 how to make that chalkboard golem I showed her back at the start of last semester. And the fact that the table the material was presented on was also technically provided by the academy.
That resourceful brat had immediately pushed all the items of the table and modified my chalkboard golem into a full body armor golem made from magically enhanced wood. She had beefed up the defense of the golem to the max, while structuring its control mechanism off how my body enchantments worked. If it wasn't for the fact the other brat had spent all last semester learning about that specific subject, then he wouldn't have the knowhow to pilot that golem in the first place. If only I hadn't taken my job so seriously, I would still be looking forwards to Walpurgisnacht.