"Kyuu… kyuu-kyuu…"
The examiner let out strange squeaking noises like a small rodent while turning his face toward the priest on top of the castle wall.
The blue-robed priest leaned forward.
"What's the recorded value?!"
"U-um… I-I think it's 95."
"95?! You mean it's on par with Court Mage Lord Etranger?! Are you sure there's no mistake?! …Hm? You said 'I think it's 95'?"
"Y-yes. I think it's 95. No… it is definitely 95…"
"Why are you phrasing it so strangely?"
"W-well, that's because…"
"…?"
"Um…"
"What is it? …Enough. I'll see for myself."
The priest flipped his blue robes and jumped down from the top of the castle gate.
He looked like a man in his 60s, but as expected of someone who managed a church in a fantasy world, he landed lightly—probably using some kind of magic.
The priest approached the target and his eyes widened.
"Th-this is…!"
Then he looked at me.
He looked back at the target. The examiner also stood beside him and stared at it.
