As Ocasie had said, the headquarters of the True Knowledge Society was very quiet.
With Ocasie's identification, they walked into the ancient castle unobstructed, and didn't even encounter any other wizards along the way.
It was not until Ocasie brought him to a study on the top floor that he saw the first wizard besides them.
"Shelley, I didn't expect you to be on duty today," Ocasie exclaimed in surprise.
The pale sunlight streamed through the round window and into the room, where a petite witch sat in front of a brown desk.
The witch had short snow-white hair that just reached her chin, shiny and smooth like satin, appearing strikingly different from the white hair of the elderly, more like fluffy snow.
Underneath the white hair was also a young face that complemented it, with fair skin and delicate features, looking at most sixteen or seventeen years old.
She seemed to have been reading, still holding a thick book with a black cover in her hands.
