Dragon Necromancer: Starting With First Dragon Bloodline-Chapter 30: Questions

’Here we go,’ Noa muttered and searched for his name.

Thankfully, it didn’t take him too long to find what he was looking for, and after spotting the number, he glanced at Thalia.

She had also located her name, peeking at him eagerly.

"We are in separate classrooms," the girl said, her head hanging low in disappointment.

"It’s alright," Noa answered, patting her head. "Let’s go and do our best. I will be waiting for you in the hallway."

Thalia didn’t refuse his touch.

But hearing his declaration, she pouted. "Young Master, do you really think you can write the exam faster than me?"

It was a challenge.

And the cute maid had no intention of backing down.

Seeing this, Noa’s grin widened. "Wanna bet?" he asked, remembering the wager with the First Dragon.

Thalia glanced around.

She checked if there was even time for them to bicker like always.

But upon noticing that others still had to leave their spots, and Irina didn’t seem to mind, she nodded with a chuckle.

"You may know a lot about beasts, but my knowledge is more diverse. There is no way you are beating me," Thalia stated proudly.

Not only was she confident, but she also exuded an excited aura.

The bet with Noa ignited fire in her heart.

"Then," Noa narrowed his eyes, beaming as well. "The loser must fulfill one wish of the winner."

The maid didn’t refuse.

On the contrary, she had a face that said, "Bring it on!"

With her expression remaining unchanged, Thalia took the lead and began running, intending to reach the classroom first.

Knowing that the exam wouldn’t start before Irina made an announcement, Noa didn’t quicken his pace.

He just strolled silently.

The hallway was so pretty and exquisite that it would have been a shame not to look around for a bit.

Most of the students, especially the ones who weren’t used to this lavish lifestyle, also moved slowly, eyes wide, basking in the majesty of the ornate walls.

"It’s great, right?"

Suddenly, an unfamiliar, low voice spoke to him.

"I bet they had to spend a shit ton of money for that. It would have been so much better to use it for something better. Such as..."

A short boy no younger than him, with a worn-out outfit, was a chatterbox.

He talked to Noa out of nowhere, his bright green eyes gleaming.

But before he could complete the sentence, Noa chimed in. "Such as what?"

It was nothing but a casual conversation for him.

The stranger held no importance whatsoever, yet he still spoke to him, intending to build connections for the future.

"I don’t know," he answered truthfully. "It’s not like I have money to know what to do with it. But I am pretty sure there was something better they could have invested in."

Noa shook his head.

He said nothing and kept walking leisurely, believing that the boy would find ways to strike conversation again.

His guess turned out to be true.

It happened quickly.

"That girl you were with," he said, putting an arm around Noa’s shoulder. "She is your girlfriend, right?"

Noa had no intention of clearing things up.

He just ignored him.

"What a lucky bastard," the boy added in his usual friendly attitude, walking beside Noa. "She is a real stunner. Any tips on how to get a girlfriend like her?"

"You are maidenless, huh? I doubt you can change that," Noa teased and found the room.

Irina, or more like her projections, stood in every class, silently observing students with curious and judging eyes.

The boy wanted to argue, but the woman spoke first, forcing him to swallow the words.

"Everyone has found their positions. The examination starts now!" she announced, and the moment her voice reverberated in the closed room, a thin piece of paper appeared in front of Noa.

There were about 20 students beside him who looked at their desks.

The paper had a green flame, as if it wasn’t even real—just like the projections that looked exactly like Irina.

After that, a glassy quill emerged before him in a green hue of mana particles.

Noa arranged them neatly and looked at how questions began appearing in a fine, magical ink.

[Q1: Define the First Mental Threshold and its impact on mana control.]

’Easy,’ he thought, scribing something with a smile plastered on his face. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

[The First Mental Threshold strengthens comprehensive abilities, basic pattern recognition, and lowers mana waste up to 10%...]

This was the part of the answer Noa put down.

But was it the most reasonable and correct information he had?

Of course not.

The system told him with better accuracy, but the books he had read for the past few days said otherwise.

And because he wanted to be accepted, Noa gladly wrote down wrong or lacking answers.

[Q5: If your beast experiences mana poisoning and you are on the verge of being consumed by mana you can’t handle, what is the most optimal method to halt the process?]

This one was trickier.

Not only did it cover basic mana understanding and its theories, but it also asked how to handle one of the most dangerous situations a tamer could face.

However, after unlocking the Second Mental Threshold, Noa’s memory had been enhanced.

The boost was enough to let him recall almost everything he had ever read.

[I would place the beast in its elemental array while powering it with opposite elemental runes to sever the mana link.]

There were countless better ways Noa could list to solve this problem.

But the answer he wrote down was the most well-known and recognized solution that the entire world agreed with.

Less than twenty minutes later, Noa found the last question.

It was the easiest and most straightforward question to date, almost guaranteeing free points for every test taker.

’What an irony,’ Noa thought and internally glanced at Ashe, who stayed in his mind palace.

[Q32: What is the weakest beast ever recorded and why?]

Without a doubt, the answer was the Graveworms. Everyone could agree that this was the unbroken rule of the world, and no recorded exception existed.

But Noa knew it wasn’t true.

He was the only one who had ever seen a dragon’s true might.

So, instead of writing some nonsense again, he smirked, crossed out the question, and quietly wrote something beneath it.