In the government building.
"…"
A receptionist looked at her wristwatch and saw that it was about thirty minutes before closing, and the government building had turned empty.
Most had already taken their test and had either left back home in disappointment or had already gone over to the Selection Mansion.
It was about time to close the doors as well.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
The bell dinged above the door—it was a bell that was often seen in shops—and the receptionist moved her gaze to the door.
Wearing a black coat, boots, and deep shade of gray trousers, a young man walked in with a slightly sickly-looking face.
It looked like he'd been sick for a while.
"Hello, have you come to take the test?"
The receptionist asked with a smile.
"Yeah…"
Kiernan, with his gray hair falling over his ears, replied with a slightly unhealthy-sounding voice.
"Please, sign these!"
