That day, the sky was faintly bright.
Colin left the inn early.
He wasn't sure whether it was due to witchcraft, but despite the world's frequent use of steam engines and the burning of a vast amount of coal, the sky still remained a clear blue, showing no signs of pollution.
The orange sun rose gradually, and the beautiful clouds dazzled in the sky.
With a heart filled with anticipation and joy, he quickly reached the gates of Tin Saint School by public carriage.
He thought he had arrived early, but upon seeing the school's grounds, he realized that the space outside was already surrounded by many wizards.
Roughly counting, there were about twenty or thirty.
Stepping off the carriage, Colin approached the edge of the crowd, maintaining a certain distance, and waited silently like the other wizards.
The school gates were still closed, and Matthew hadn't given him an exact time... It seemed he had arrived too early.
