Yann's eyes widened at the mention of the college, while Robert's amiable smile froze on his lips.
"Half the college fees, you say?" Robert said, his voice like grinding stones. "Do you have any idea about what you're asking for?"
Adam's smile made him bite his lip. Clearly, he wouldn't answer.
"Listen, sir. You need more than Prestige to enrol." He massaged his brows, then raised three fingers. "A noble background that can be traced back for the past twenty generations. This condition alone turned most youth ineligible, and your family name... I've never heard of it."
He lowered a finger. "Then, you must be recommended by your family head or an archmage who graduated over a century ago. Let me tell you something: there are hundreds of archmages on the archipelago, but none—not even the outlaws—are nobodies."
He lowered another finger, his gaze meaningful. Yet, Adam shrugged as he went with the third condition.
