Three days later…
Merlin, Catrine, Luna, and Margaret stood at the edge of the battle arena.
Merlin was positioned between Luna and Catrine, with Margaret to Luna's left.
The prospective students couldn't hide their jealousy toward Merlin.
Each of the three girls was breathtaking, with her own distinct charm.
Luna was elegant and distant, her figure striking—particularly her full chest and slim waist.
Catrine radiated an ice-queen aura, causing anyone who looked at her to instinctively bow their head.
Margaret, in contrast, carried a calm, approachable presence.
Her upbringing in a wealthy family was evident in her demeanor, and the constant, gentle smile on her lips made her irresistible.
"Damn… who is that boy? How can he be so lucky to have three goddesses at his side?" One of the prospective second-test participants muttered, clutching his chest in disbelief.
"He's Merlin Clay. If you're thinking of protesting, go ahead," another replied, smirking.
