The Mystical School's greeter was a young male First Rank Mage with black eyes, tousled brown hair, wearing the standard greeter's robe, holding a wooden Magic Wand embedded with a glimmering blue Crystal.
At that moment, he was slouched on a sofa in the Mystical School's waiting area, casually twirling his Magic Wand in his hand, bored out of his wits while waiting for possible newcomers.
Before Anvis's arrival, no one had been in front of him.
In fact, within the entire Pamir Academy, the Mystical School was considered a very niche system. Every year, there were only a handful of newcomers, and they were mostly the offspring of minor Nobles and wealthy merchants.
Not everyone could be as prescient as Anvis, and most people who joined the Mystical School just ended up wasting their time.
"Hello, excuse me, is this the waiting area for the Mystical School?"
