Black Castle's second floor, Colin walked through the lengthy corridor and arrived at the registration office.
Knock, knock, knock—
He knocked lightly on the door, and soon a crisp female voice came from inside:
"Please come in."
The registration office looked the same as when he had visited last time, still a small room with no significant changes.
Sunlight streamed through the glass window on the right, casting its glow on the only brown desk and further on the gray-haired old wizard sitting behind it.
Apart from this lone desk and chair and the old wizard, there was nothing else in the entire room.
Although the Tin Saint School had thousands of wizards, big and small, just one person was enough to handle the advancement registration work.
This job was probably one of the most leisurely within Black Castle.
Of course, if he remembered correctly, the wizard in charge of registration last time was not this elder, but a witch with brown, thick-framed glasses.
