Clint walked through the long hallway with the dorm paper Elwyn gave him. The building was quiet compared to the noisy courtyard earlier. The wooden floor looked polished, and the walls had lamps that glowed softly.
Every window had curtains with the academy's crest. It really did feel like a place only wealthy students could enter.
Clint looked at the paper again. Dorm A–7.
"Tsk. Finally," he muttered, turning left and counting the rooms.
When he reached the door with a small metal plate that said A–7, He twisted the knob and pushed it open.
The moment the door swung wide, two guys inside the room jumped in shock. One of them almost fell off the bed, grabbing the blanket like someone caught stealing food.
The other sat up straight, frowning sharply.
"Do you not know how to knock?!" the guy with the frown snapped.
Clint raised one eyebrow and stepped inside without care. He looked around slowly.
