"Come with me," the second-year student said to Elias, gesturing for him to follow.
"Thank you for the help," Elias said to the girl who had helped him, not thinking much about the kind of past she might have had related to her practicals.
He turned and followed the young man.
"Wait," the girl suddenly called out. "Before you leave, I have a question for you."
"Huh?" Elias looked back, coming to a halt. He maintained his calm exterior, even though he was somewhat worried about what she might ask.
"What is your name?" Fortunately, the question was not related to the land of fables.
"If that old hag doesn't like you, then you can't be ordinary. Which family are you from? And what was your rank in the first test?"
"My name is Atlas," Elias answered calmly, without showing the slightest fluctuation in his expression. "Atlas Rezin. I don't come from any significant family, so you probably haven't heard of my family name."
