Even Reinhardt could feel it, the tension tightening like a drawn blade. His eyes narrowed as he tried to process everything.
The woman continued.
"The position of an Arcanist is extremely sacred and below only the Seven Gods in Valdonia. It cannot be selected randomly. Only those individuals who have distinguished themselves shall be considered for the position."
Reinhardt's eyes narrowed slightly as he processed it. So this was not merely recruitment. It was selection through survival, a system where only those who could stand at the peak of this war would be granted that title.
The woman continued. "To qualify, you must accomplish one of the sanctioned feats of merit. Either slay a Dragon Lord recognized under Imperial threat classification, or achieve equivalent contribution in the subjugation of an S Class designated demi human nation."
