Curious gazes flickered to where she and Miss Dragon were, the two beauties locked in a tight embrace.
Yet Summer's eyes were on the gate's entrance, where travellers and students moved in steady waves, their figures hidden in the shifting crowds.
The gate was a tall, imposing wall of black stone and metal. Its surface glimmered with a flash of grey, as magic breathed through its materials.
Ciel, despite failing to recognise the spell involved, realised why Summer's stare was frozen.
Surprisingly, it was not troubles but rather a familiar figure that occupied her attention.
"Can you… Lower the fee to pass the gate?"
A certain elf, with her blonde ponytail and painted nails, clapped her hands together, her head bowing in an awkward plea.
The gate guard, eying the student uniform on Quia, merely squinted his groggy, overworked eyes.
"ID Plate? Adventurer license or invitation letter from the academy?"
