Although he didn't use the designated recruitment channel, and insisted on humbling himself to take part in the apprentice assessment, it was clear he carried Count Hillfin's letter of recommendation.
In the carriage, Taufu, who was taking a nap, couldn't help but let out a "pup-pup" laugh like a small pig.
Even with the wind and snow as cover, that laugh was still clearly audible.
She wasn't mocking the dream-chasing young man; she thought the boy was naive but not bad, just someone who followed blindly.
However, seeing the sneaky Demon King and the pleading Mage, she couldn't help it — how could these adept scholars be so cowardly?
As Giselle stuttered, not knowing how to explain this monumental scandal, new sounds came from the sky.
It wasn't the cry of a Griffin, but a more ethereal horse neigh.
Everyone looked up and saw a carriage drawn by four white winged horses descending slowly from the clouds, landing in the snow not far away.
