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Chapter 826: The Final Marks
🕑 Added 2024-04-13 21:00:55 +0000 UTCChancellor Baelin handed Alex several sheets of parchment. “Here you go; your exam results,” Baelin said solemnly. "You did well, to the surprise of absolutely no one."
The young archwizard took the papers from his mentor, quickly searching for his marks.
Magic Lore: 100%. Alex nodded, pleased with his mark. The exam was probably challenging for most, especially those who tended to underestimate the subject. It had mostly focused on memorisation, and defining different aspects of magical history and lore. There’d been a number of essay questions requiring the examination of different perspectives on the history of magic, and others requiring alternate perspectives on common theories. There was also a mathematical portion of the exam covering spell arrays and magic circuits, that section was meant to demonstrate the depth of the wizard’s knowledge in the practical aspects of wizardry and how comprehensively they understood the building blocks of spells.
Next, were the results of his Summoning Exam: 100%. The written portion was meant to examine the student’s knowledge of the various planes, relationship building, aspects of diplomacy, and how negotiations might change; depending on the sort of being one was bargaining with, and common ways used by summoners to entice spirits into their service. There was also an in depth essay question on pitfalls that often led to a summoner’s destruction by devils and other dangerous servants.
Since Alex had summoned a creature as powerful as Asmaldestre the Unmaker, taking the practical part of the exam wasn’t necessary, and repeating the deed served no real purpose since he'd already exceeded the standard for students of summoning to successfully graduate from the university. Professor Mangal had also personally witnessed the summoning, so she’d written her recommendation without hesitation.
According to her, he'd more than proven himself by reaching ninth-tier.
The alchemy exam, despite alchemy being one of his greatest strengths, had actually been one of the trickiest for him.
Professor Jules allowed him to challenge the Exam for Credit, but she certainly wasn't about to let him go easily.
For the practical portion, he had to assemble complex magical equipment within a time limit, then craft potions using those same pieces of equipment, then purify the potions with certain delicate analytical tools, then use those tools to analyse a substance that was new to him.
Once he finished analysing the substance, he had to use it in a summoning ritual, one he remembered from long ago. He’d carefully planned his steps, then conjured a lesser shoggoth, just as Professor Jules and her research team had when he was in first year. Back then, just watching the process and seeing the results had seemed extraordinary, …but now, it all felt very commonplace.
Negotiating with the lesser shoggoth had been simple: the potions he had purified turned out to be sensory enhancement potions crafted from the brains of Mindfish, which as it turned out, lesser shoggoths found delicious.
He’d used the potion to successfully negotiate with the lesser shoggoth for a portion of chaos essence, then sent the creature on its merry way, and presented the chaos essence to Professor Jules.
The entire time her eyes had scrutinised his every move, alert for carelessness, neglect, him missing or overlooking even a single safety procedure, even for a moment. He’d made sure not to disregard a step…though he was usually less rigid outside the lab. Professor Jules had given him a ninety-five percent, docking marks because, as she’d put it at the time, she found his summoning technique to be: ‘too free and easy, and potentially dangerous.’ And knowing Professor Jules as well as he did, he hadn’t been surprised at that. The written exam was a snap since Alex had memorised enough information from upper year alchemy textbooks to be able to create the exam, let alone write it.
On that section, Professor Jules had given him; one hundred percent, without reservation.
His mana manipulation exam had him guiding mana through what appeared to be a cloud of silver mist. In reality, the mist turned out to be thousands of advanced mana-nodes that Alex had to touch in a specific order. It was tricky, but not tricky enough to stump his advanced mana manipulation skills.
Compared to the nightmarish process he had gone through to rid himself of the Fool’s Mark, it was simple.
And at the end, he’d gotten a hundred percent.
Alex finished flipping through the sheaf of papers, his expression relaxing and growing happier with each one. He looked up to see Baelin watching him proudly across the desk.
So this meant…
“Convocation is at the end of spring semester.” Baelin leaned forward, sliding two forms toward him. “One of those is your invitation. It has the date, time and other information that you’ll need on it. Please fill out the other form as it is the application for your convocation ceremony. I will approve it right away and hand it to Registrar Hobb.”
“It's… “ Alex paused. “Graduation's not that far away.”
“No, it is not,” Baelin said. “There is no formal dress code for graduation, but you will be expected to wear a robe of some kind. We also…” He sighed, placing his head in his hands. “The university will be providing conical hats that you will be expected to wear for the duration of the ceremony.” He shuddered. “They are adorned with designs of stars, moons, and suns, for some unfathomable reason.”
“Oh, you mean like a wizard’s hat?” Alex asked.
“It is not a wizard’s hat!” Baelin stated. “I have known almost no wizards to wear such costumes, nor do I have any idea where the myth that we do came from! I find these spurious hats quite embarrassing, but the university refuses to repeal their use! Bah, a Proper Wizard does not traipse around in a dressed up dunce’s cap! Why would we dress those who are at the pinnacle of academic achievement in caps that denote stupidity!”
Baelin shook his head. “Every board of directors I have ever approached considers them ‘aesthetic’, ‘traditional’ or ‘charming’.”
“Well, I don't mind. As long as it isn't a jester’s cap, I'll be okay with it,” Alex said.
“Traitor.” Baelin’s voice dripped acid. “In any case, on your form you are asked to provide the number of guests who will be attending your ceremony. You are permitted up to thirty individuals.”
“That's a lot! I thought it’d be like five, tops!” Alex said.
“Of course not,” Baelin said. “We have students here from cultures and species that consider entire clans to be their immediate family. I actually argued for a higher cap: there have been students who have wanted their entire village to attend their graduation. Who are we to tell them no?”
“Where does the ceremony take place? Is there that much room, wherever it’ll be? Are we using the stadium?” Alex asked.
The young archwizard couldn’t remember seeing or hearing about a graduation ceremony on campus. Well, he’d heard about them after the fact, but he’d never seen one take place.
Baelin grinned at Alex’s question. “‘Are we using the training stadium?’ he asks. No, we are not! Graduation takes place in a more spectacular location than that: after all, you are graduating from the greatest school of wizardry in this entire world, not from some simple country school.”
“Fair enough.”
“Everyone is to assemble on campus at the designated time and place, to then be taken to where the ceremony will take place,” Baelin smiled. “I think you will be pleased to see it. So, be ready! You only graduate once for the first time: maybe you will return to do graduate studies, but that is an altogether different affair. Anticipate it, be ready for it, and most of all, enjoy it.”
“I will,” Alex said, leaning over the desk to fill out his form, writing the names of everyone he wanted with him: Selina, Theresa, Brutus, Khalik, Thundar, Claygon and the Lus.
He paused…then added four more names. Alex doubted they’d be able to attend, but he still wanted the option of inviting them, just in case they could make it.
“Done,” he said.
“Excellent,” Baelin said. “I must catch up on this paperwork. It continues to loom over me—and looks like I've hardly made a dent in it since my return—so I shall allow you to carry on with the rest of your day. So tell me, what will you do with your time, now that you no longer have formal classes?”
Alex froze at that.
It was true.
He didn’t have classes anymore.
No more undergraduate classes.
Acknowledging that felt sad: he was happy to graduate, since it meant he’d officially be a wizard and was moving on, but at the same time…it felt like he was losing something.
“Having trouble wrapping your head around the fact that classes are over for you?” Baelin asked him.
“How’d you know?” Alex said.
“I have seen that look on thousands of faces just prior to graduation,” Baelin smiled. “Many thousands, not surprisingly, over the centuries. You are no doubt pleased that you are going on to the next stage of your life, but you are also realising that you're about to leave a significant experience behind: one you can never revisit in the same way. Graduating students often end up wondering if they have made time to examine what the experience has meant to them before it has passed them by.”
“You hit it on the head, Baelin,” Alex admitted. “Feels like some of my classes are a blur…in a way, the Mark of the Fool kind of changed the experience for me.”
“Indeed, but it was your experience. Treasure it. In any case, you never answered my question.”
“Oh!” Alex shook himself. “I'm going to do some training with Cedric, then I’ll go tell my family that I passed.”
“Very good,” Baelin said. “Well, don’t let me keep you from sharing your exciting news with your loved ones.”
“I appreciate it, Baelin…” Alex said. “Thanks, thanks, for everything.”
“For everything, so far,” the chancellor said. “I doubt we are done with each other quite yet.”
Alex laughed. “True. Alright, see you later.”
“Goodbye for now,” Baelin said.
With that, the young archwizard teleported back to his room in his family’s home above the bakery, putting his exam results on his desk.
He paused for a moment.
It was quiet in the apartment, aside from the noise coming from the bakery downstairs.
Theresa, Brutus and Claygon must already be in Thameland.
Selina was at school, and the Lus were in the villa.
Alex felt a little disappointed that no one was at home so he could share his news with them. Maybe he could teleport to where they were after he got Cedric's lesson set up.
He shook his head, looking at the stack of parchment.
There lay the sum of three years of work, hard work, and in truth, what should have been four. Each sheet of paper represented a part of his evolution—from apprentice to full-fledged wizard. Soon, the sheaf of papers would be replaced by a degree.
That degree would provide him with a wealth of opportunities and choices. He could choose graduate studies and do research if he wanted to teach a magical subject that interested him. Wizardry had given him the chance to gain wondrous abilities, meet unique people, and have a lifetime of exceptional possibilities; anything from sitting on the Generasi Wizards’ Council, to creating transformative potions, devices, and other alchemical items, to being sought after by empresses and merchant princes around the world, to exploring different worlds.
As an archwizard he could do almost anything he wanted. Untold opportunities were waiting. He might choose some, or he might continue on his current path of building his businesses, at least, until he decided to do something different. He had the time, after all. Especially, if his plan to extend his life worked, once the Ravener was defeated.
In the end, graduating and earning his degree felt surreal, almost like a waking dream.
He had accomplished so much in the last three years, yet these pieces of parchment made things feel different. Special. Maybe, because of the depth of what they represented. Perhaps, as time passed, he wouldn’t think of them and the degree he’d be getting just as much. He wondered if Baelin remembered every accolade he'd received over the course of his millennia of life.
Probably not.
But for now…
You are no doubt pleased that you are going on to the next stage of your life, but you also realise that you're about to leave a significant experience behind: one you can never revisit in the same way.
…Baelin’s words came back.
And, he took the moment to reflect, to stop and think on the experiences that had brought him to this point. His journey with his family from Alric. His battle against the mana vampire on the Red Siren. Mastering the Mark of the Fool. Taking the Art of the Wizard in Combat for the first time.
His good friends, and how they supported each other.
The professors he’d met.
The knowledge and experiences he gained.
He took a breath and performed his grounding exercises, he breathed and reflected. He let every bit of it soak into his bones.
“I thank the Traveller that I came to Generasi,” Alex whispered.
After reflecting and being deep in thought for a time, he opened his eyes, nodded to himself, then teleported to Thameland.
He was looking forward to graduation.
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Author's Note
Hello forty-one cool fools, almighty chosen, wise sages, and mighty champions! Thank you for your support!
So! To all my readers who are still in school, let me tell you something that I actually wasn't able to convey in this chapter.
Getting your final marks...ever...is a surreal experience, but it only truly becomes surreal in the year+ or so after you graduate. Because at first it doesn't really hit you that-for the foreseeable future-you never are having exams again, never getting marks back and so on.
And you don't really realise-if you grew up with like a ton of public schooling-just how...different life is after they come in.
Then you're just walking around one day and it strikes you "I am never getting an academic exam again or marks" and it's wild.
Speaking of Marks! The Mark of the Fool webtoon is coming along well! I'm getting some permission to show you some of the artwork, but we're getting closer to the launch though I can't say exactly when yet.
I do, however, want to announce that a friend of mine Eligos who writes Re:Monarch had his webtoon launch yesterday!
You can check it out here. Art's real pretty. https://www.webtoons.com/en/fantasy/re-monarch/list?title_no=6280
Alrighty, I will see you all on Tuesday!
Comments
Trevor Mergen
Thanks!
Justin Crisler
When I graduated from Law school it was very surreal. After undergrad, Masters and JD I couldn’t imagine classes being done. It was a good two years before I transitioned and really felt like an attorney.
Rishain
He did invite the Lus.
matthew gilley
Curious if blood magic was left out on purposes or overlooked. And how rude to NOT invite the Lus to graduation when he had so many he could take. They live in the same city. Bad son Alex. Bad.
mant06
For those wondering the author of Re:Monarch anounced the release date of the comic roughly a month back on RR.
Joshua Little
Thanks for the chapter.
Skruf
She's graduating at the same time, why would he invite her to her own graduation?
Torauth
Didn't he auto-pass because his paper got published?
Torauth
And no Isolde invitation to his graduation? Expecting that's just an accidental omission
Decide
No blood magic exam?
Nick BF
Thanks for the chapter
Harrison Brown
This chapter name is the biggest tease
