Andre recognized the special messenger bird at a glance, a tool specifically bred by the School for communication.
He immediately got up and walked to the window, retrieving the letter from the parrot's beak.
The parrot let out a satisfied cry, then flapped its wings and vanished into the sky.
As he unfolded the paper, his golden slitted pupils swiftly skimmed over the contents, a hardly restrained delight appearing on his face.
The kind of joy was not a polite smile for social occasions but a genuine ecstatic happiness that even made his dragon eyes involuntarily contract and expand.
"Ron is about to arrive at the Royal Capital?"
August noticed the change in his grandson's expression and inquired. His voice was calm, but his gaze was unusually wary, as if facing a potential threat.
Andre's lips curled into a smile, his eyes sparkling with a victorious gleam, like a gambler seeing the perfect hand:
"Not only that, he has successfully promoted to Official Wizard."
