"Magic Level: Level 3!"
Hearing the examiner's announcement, the boy clenched his fists, his face impassive. His nails dug slightly into his palm, bringing a sharp pain, but it was nothing compared to the ache in his heart.
A stir went through the testing hall as the crowd began to murmur:
"How could the Evans Clan's genius end up like this? In just one year, he's fallen from a Level 10 Talent to Level 3."
"Who knows? I've never seen anything like it. I heard the Evans Clan even brought in a Priest from the Holy Hall Church, but they couldn't find anything wrong. It's probably Hawke's own fault."
"He probably got arrogant and squandered his talent."
