"Zheng Qing?!"
Professor Montreya scrutinized the young wizard in front of him with his characteristically stern gaze, his tone firm and yet tinged with a hint of curiosity.
"Yes, Professor Montreya. It's a pleasure to meet you."
Zheng Qing clasped his hands in front of his stomach, nodding slightly with restrained courtesy as he unfolded the reply slip given to him by Professor Montreya and handed it over—just after passing through the bronze small door, the Bull Head that served as the doorkeeper had spat the slip back out, returning it to the young wizard.
Professor Montreya extended his hand but did not take the slip. Instead, he reached out and grasped the cost student's wrist.
Zheng Qing's arm trembled slightly but ultimately he did not withdraw his hand.
"Su Councilor said you want to understand yourself as much as possible," the professor said, pinching Zheng Qing's wrist between two fingers, as though taking his pulse, but also as if holding him to prevent escape.