Chapter 218 An Su: Please Mark It in My File

Magic Association.

The warm and gentle breeze of mid-summer afternoon rustled through the plane trees lining Saint Peter's Street, their dense leaves dicing the sunlight into a scatter of dappled light that spilled onto the Magic Association's ornate stained-glass windows.

The young mages who had come to the capital to report were registering at the front desk, each one beaming with pride and satisfaction, a confident, radiant smile on their faces.

For these youngsters, freshly arrived in Farol, the future appeared bright and promising. They were young and talented, and they believed nothing in the world could pose a challenge to them.

They carried a sense of arrogance in their eyes, utterly dismissive of the surrounding capital's saints.