Ronan didn't care about the Runic Arts Club.
Not really.
Sure, the Runic Arts were powerful. Control, traps, territory denial, communication.
But that wasn't the reason he had stepped forward.
His gaze shifted slightly, and it locked onto a gorgeous woman with blonde hair and streaks of silver.
Seraphina Valon.
That was the real value the Runic Arts Club held.
Ronan took the application sheet and filled it out with no hesitation, his handwriting clean and deliberate.
"Thank you for submitting your application," the attendant said. "We will inform you once your application has been accepted."
"Understood."
He handed it back casually.
"Most people hesitate before applying."
Seraphina's voice echoed from behind him.
"Well, I'm not one to waste time on decisions I have already made."
Seraphina gave him a beautiful smile.
"I am the same in that regard."
