7,200 credits.
You need to collect that amount from the 12,000 credits offered by the Academy.
That is an absolute requirement for anyone dreaming of being a Magia Vander to advance.
Crims Serbe.
Stier Viola.
Sion Ulster and Colette Loire. You both pass.
Hey, what are you doing?
You're trying to punch it, even though you're a student of the Academy?
Use your wand!
Let alone using magic, he can't even get a dent on a golem.
As expected of a Learner. The eternal spellwork flunkee.
Sagius Leo.
Zephros Claw.
Lihanna Owenzaus...
...and Wignall Lindor.
You both pass.
Freeze.
Damn you, Julius.
He even took our golems.
Julius Reinberg, you pass.
Both of you don't seem to be slacking.
There's no reason to.
Since the banquet is upon us.
Lihanna, Wignall.
Let me declare war on you two first.
I will use my newly mastered "trump card" to beat you.
Treat it as a glove.
I'm looking forward to it, Julius.
Wow!
As expected of the top three.
Miss Perfect and Wignall the Elf.
Including Julius, they're the only three students with more than 10,000 credits.
Some think the number of credits you earn is a reflection of your abilities.
Let alone advancing to the Upper Institute,
I don't even have enough credits to graduate.
And this is my last year here.
You're in my way, Flunkee.
Stay out of my sight.
Sorry, Julius.
Another easy pass. As expected of the top three.
I'm sure you'll get scouted at the Grand Magic Festival.
I see. It is that time already.
Are you afraid of opening your eyes again?
Do you hate being like a stranger to yourself?
Even if you realize you have no talent
Does that become a pretext to keep running away?
To respond to the screams echoing within
Who is there to answer them?
At least, in the few moments of your life
I want you to be an honest actor
What if today is that day?
Are you afraid of opening your eyes again?
Do you hate being like a stranger to yourself?
But you've realized, haven't you? Your body can't stop moving
"If I think of you, who I can't bear to lose, my fears seem trivial."
Even if I expose my life and sing
In time, you will understand
Will it end here?
You wouldn't want that, would you?
(Episode 4: Festival Eve)
Your only hope is to get scouted at the Grand Magic Festival!
Huh?
Trying to advance with just credits from writing and praxis is not realistic.
There were cases of students getting scouted without earning 7,200 credits.
Well, that's true.
Everyone's thinking about that during the Grand Magic Festival season.
The Grand Magic Festival.
A big event is held once every two years at Rigarden Magical Academy.
It holds several contests,
and draws in High Mages from the Tower, hoping to scout promising talents.
Listen, Will.
The Festival is a place for different factions to fight over the best students.
You can even say this is where admission to the Upper Institute gets decided.
So, hear this. Thorzeus Fasce the Thunder Faction,
Elleaf Canaan the Elf Faction,
Incindia Barham the Fire Faction,
and Albis Vina the Ice Faction,
those major factions are led by the current Magia Vanders, excluding Masterias Noah.
If any of those factions choose you, you're guaranteed a place in the Tower.
There's no way they just ignore the graduation requirements and choose me.
Or I'd have to do some amazing magic to put the High Mages to shame.
But there are other ways.
I've heard rumors that Watchers will come to look for talented students.
Watchers? Aren't they just one of seven school mysteries?
A no-talent like me has no place to be in the Festival.
I'll be behind the scenes again this year.
Helping with preparations.
But if you enter this year, I think you could change how people think of you.
Thanks for your concern, Colette.
But if I enter, it'll end up being an athletic contest.
Remember that time in the second year? That was bad.
- Hey, that's cheating! - Throw him out!
- Go home! - You're in the way!
Get lost!
The 50th Grand Magic Festival, the most awful festival.
Well, that was indeed...
I got a bad reputation because of that.
I still haven't gotten over it.
Magecraft.
The other one is Summon Guardian.
It feels like the festival is near.
Yeah.
Besides Rigarden, there will be a lot of scouts coming from the Capital.
Even if you can't go to the Tower,
there's still the possibility of taking another career.
The Grand Magic Festival is a great place to showcase yourself, isn't it?
That's why you have to show them about yourself, too!
No way I can. In the first place, I can't even use magic.
Colette? What's wrong?
It's well hidden, but there's a barrier here.
Huh? Not a lock spell?
It's obstructing the view and soundproofed.
I could break it with magic, but...
Kiki.
Can you do it?
You did it!
Way to go, Kiki!
Hidden stairs?
I can hear voices there. Let's check it out.
Let's predict the winner of each contest in the Grand Magic Festival!
Make your bets!
Three hundred for Julius!
Five hundred for Wignall!
Eight hundred for Lihanna!
Backroom gambling?
I can't believe it.
Just because the teachers wouldn't go near the students' locker room,
they dare to do this.
Huh? Sion?!
Flunkee?
Why are you here?!
We just happened to find this room.
More than that, don't be so violent, Sion.
If you harm Will again for no reason, I will seriously get angry.
Well...
What are you doing here, Sion?
You don't seem here to join the betting.
Nothing to do with you.
Right! He isn't here because he cares about the betting odds.
Yeah. It's not like he's worried that Lihanna and others are ahead of him.
There's no way Sion is worried about that, right?
There's no way he's here because he feels left out by the top three.
Be quiet, you two!
Sorry, Sion.
Oh my, so you are aware of Lihanna, Wignal, and Julius?
You are a boy too, after all.
I'm not aware of them.
It's not like I lost to them.
The only reason I'm behind in credits is because I failed a writing test.
I've been training ever since that day.
I'm as good at magic as Lihanna and the others.
Up up high!
Why do I have to explain it to you?
Wait, Sion!
- Sion! - Wait for us!
The biennial festival.
No wonder everyone is so excited.
That's all for today.
Up next is the actual production of the magic potions.
Don't forget to review and prepare.
Kiki, we're done.
Will!
What are you doing after this?
If you're going to the dungeon, I'll go with you.
Sorry, Colette. I have to work at Miss Gina's tonight.
The outskirts of Urbus Rigarden, the Slumland Street.
Today too, the overworked miners, the Dwarves, are laughing and drinking.
Will, come and take this!
The goulard beans are ready!
All right, Miss Gina!
Steady there, Will!
Thank you for waiting, Donnan.
Thanks, Will.
You sure have it rough, huh?
Newspaper delivery in the morning, classes during the day,
and working at Gina's at night.
Since I don't qualify for the scholarship, I have to work to pay the tuition.
That thing's coming up again, right?
What was it?
I remember, the Grand Magic Festival.
If you entered, you could do something about it.
No! No! I'm really not interested.
Stop the chitchat and get to work, Will!
Yes, Ma'am!
Your friend is working more hard than you!
Table three, thanks for waiting.
Thank you.
I want more ale!
Right away! Please wait for a moment.
Sorry for dragging you into this, Rosty.
Working without magic is a new thing for me, so it's fine.
Besides, I can't just ignore when my roommate is in trouble.
One of my workers quit.
So bring me another helper, Will.
That's all right, Gina! He will work enough for two!
And I'm sure he can do it!
Since he's our brother!
Everyone, please give me a break!
But, Will, are you sure about it?
About what?
The wages from the Dwarves aren't high, right?
Couldn't Professor Workner find you a job with better wages?
I don't want to cause more trouble for Professor Workner.
Besides,
I like them.
I like all the Dwarves.
They are honest, like to drink, and are good with their hands too.
They showered me with warmth here.
I have a lot of respect for them.
I see.
Why are we in this dirty tavern?
Sorry, Julius. It's the only place that's open.
Will, aren't they from the academy?
Flunkee?
Don't tell me you work here?
What a nice sight!
A no-talent and barbarians are made for each other.
What?!
Hey!
How dare you look at me like that, Dwarf.
An inferior race that fled here from another world.
This is the human world, and we let you live here.
So know your place!
Long ago, the Dwarves fled after their world was destroyed by the Celestial Host,
and then they came to our world.
This is a tavern, right? Get me a drink and some food!
Unlike the Elves, Dwarves are treated with contempt.
If they laid a finger on a mage, their entire race would suffer for it.
Magic reigns supreme in this world.
The discrimination of the Dwarves is a reflection of that.
But still...
Come on, what are these beans?
I'd get better food in a village.
Are barbarians' tongues can't taste?
Their sweat reeks even worse, it's unbearable.
But still...
You are no better than the filth of animals.
Get the hell out of our country!
Will?
But still...
What do you want, no-talent?
We didn't call for the waiter.
Take that back.
What?
Those beans were grown using the Dwarves' skill and knowledge in barren soil.
Their sweat is the proof of how hard they work in the harshest place.
Those are not something you can look down to.
The losers who can't use magic are licking each other's wounds, huh?
If I say something stinks, it stinks.
And if it's an eyesore, it's an eyesore.
Anything wrong with that?
Who do you think you are, no-talent?!
Get out of here!
You and I are far more savage, mindless and inferior compared to the Dwarves.
It's been a while since someone humiliated me like this.
I'm sure you know who you just picked a fight with.
No-talent!
Lock him up.
Hey! That's enough!
I changed my mind.
I won't be satisfied if I just freeze you here.
Participate at the Grand Magic Festival, no-talent!
That way, I can humiliate you in public.
Fine, I'll participate.
Hey, Will!
Oh, my.
He's seriously angry.
If I win, I'll get you kicked out of the Academy!
And if I win, you'll apologize to Donnan and the others.
Peering through the telescope
I gaze at you
The everyday life I see there is completely upside down
I can't keep my feet on the ground
My heart is in the clouds
Feelings with no destination only become painful
Ah, it's so cruel
The spell "what if" has no effect
But everything would be fine if it were with me
I can't help but think of that
I used to be able to say, "I love you. Do you love me? I love you!"
It was like half-eaten frozen, crunchy memories
(We're stuck in Love)
Not enough, not enough, not enough
There's not enough of you
(We're stuck in Love)
I want to touch you, I want to touch you It's so cold
Before love freezes over
Warm it up, please
Next up, Episode 5 of Wistoria: Wand and Sword,
"On Your Marks."