Hello folks, and welcome back to Wrong Every Time. Today we’re returning to the trials of the First Class Mage Exam, as Frieren, Fern, and an assortment of skilled rivals compete for that vaunted title. Some, like Frieren or the distinguished Denken, simply desire the passage it will grant into the far northern lands. Others crave the boon it implies from the living grimoire Serie, or the momentum it would grant to any pursuit of martial or political glory. Nonetheless, with blood already spilled across the course of the first round, all are willing to put their lives on the line for the sake of this distant prize.
That first round also revealed a great deal else about our competitors, testing them on not just their magical facilities, but also the nature and strength of their convictions. I’ve been consistently delighted to see this exam avoid resolving into pure tests of martial strength, and instead frame its conflicts around how different paths through life might result in different relationships with mortality. Perspectives range from Frieren and Denken’s firm “no award is worth killing for,” a resolve gained through many years of living with their own regrets, to more nuanced positions like Wirbel’s complex relationship with killing, or Richter’s blunt acceptance of violence in pursuit of personal advancement. The weight we carry can only be measured in retrospect; just as Frieren can only now appreciate the joys of her prior journey, so can a sin on the soul only be felt after the act is committed. Let us hope our contestants act with foresight and consideration then, as they continue to negotiate the price of power!