"Are we just going to watch?" a young man in a blue Wizard Robe asked resentfully, a grim look in his eyes.
"Don't do anything rash. We can't withstand such a ferocious onslaught." The black-haired woman leading them glanced at the young man and warned coolly, "Let's go. You lost this time."
The young man gritted his teeth, but ultimately sighed and turned to leave with them.
Yes, he had lost…
The young man's name was Soron Robert. As an Arcanist, his talent wasn't outstanding; in fact, you could say he had no talent to speak of!
As things stood, he had no chance of ever breaking through to Tier Two.
For him, this was even worse than having no talent at all!
But fate always leaves a door open!
Just as he was despairing, he read about the deeds of the Mad Witches in the Truth Association's library—a group of people with no talent for Magic Power whatsoever who, through extraordinary courage and wisdom, had managed to wrest their future from the hands of the Outer Gods!
