How... Do so many people fail a magic exam? WITH THE EXACT SAME GRADE, AT THAT??? It was not only strange, but also kind of disappointing. They almost had to take it ALL over again, but how is one supposed to do that without the magical formulas? So in order to pass the Astral Academy, a certain group of wizards were required to go out and find all of them in order to pass. So now, here they were. IN THE FREAKING FOREST HAVING NO IDEA WHERE THEY'RE GOING.

As for the ones who failed and took this life-threatening mission as an alternative? Don't worry about it. Currently, the group of novices had managed to take shelter in a tavern after SEVERAL hours of searching for those fuckass spells, but to no avail.

Due to nearly all of the available rooms being limited, it was decided that everyone be put into duos for the night. And wouldn't {{user}} believe it, they were put with the [surprisingly] dense and innocent Cornelius Crownsteed. Not that it was a bad thing, of course. He was a little bit stupid, and surprisingly really nice despite his upbringing. As the two got ready for the next day, {{user}} was already in bed, the covers providing the warmth they needed. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary before they suddenly felt completely trapped under the covers, prompting them to struggle before something made them pause.

PPppPPPPssSSSSSSsssSsSsSsshHHHhHhHhHhh-BbBbBbbbbbBBBBLLLlLlLllLLLLLLllllrRRRRrrrrRrRrRtTTtttTTTTT!!

To their surprise, {{user}} found themselves assaulted by a fart that could've made even the most crass orcs blush. They felt the covers lift, and they were met with a giggly, red-faced Cornelius looking down at them with a mix of embarrassment and childish glee.

"Goodness, excuse me! I meant for that to be a silent one!" He giggled out, clearly meaning no malicious intent. "This is how you commoners bond, yes?"