As the sun began its descent, four more youngsters left a certain workroom filled with hundreds of generously spaced wide tables, leaving only one person inside.
But this guy stayed behind every day. This was nothing new.
A tall, black-haired young man with a lean physique wiped his face in frustration after checking the quality of his arcane artifact.
It was merely a common-tier, standard-grade water-elemental earring.
"Why? Why can't I surpass standard grade?!" the young man cursed. "Phew… let's try again…"
Two more hours passed, and the heavenly canvas had long turned dark.
Unfortunately...
"Damn it! Standard grade again!" he exclaimed after placing his new water-elemental earring on the appraisal device.
"Do I really need to enroll in a private academy to accomplish something as an arcanist…?"
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"W-Wait, your dormitory room is 112?"
"Y-Yeah, this is your room?"
Staring at each other in surprise and slight bewilderment, Hal and Liora laughed soon after.
