On the day the midterm exams at Soul Academy begin, the academy’s morning starts before the sun even rises.

Someone, who had promised to study all night in their private room, was lamenting their own pathetic self, realizing all they had done was smear their friend’s notes with their own pillow.

Third-year students, who were already used to staying up all night, looked like they were closer to death than life, sluggish and weary.

Among those who believed they had prepared well, many were nervously trembling, unable to hide their tension.

“Lady Partlan, is something the matter?”

One of the …