"Submit your choice?"
Her voice was flat, devoid of any discernible emotion.
"Yes, Professor."
Allen handed over his personal terminal; the application page was already pulled up on the screen.
Lecia ignored the terminal he offered. Instead, she opened the academy's backend system. As her eyes swept over the text on her screen, her brow furrowed imperceptibly.
When she looked up, her perpetually stern expression had slipped just a fraction.
"Are you sure? In just one day, you've chosen your school, your tower, and even your master?" Her voice was half a pitch higher than usual.
