"Alright, go on in."
The guard accepted Leonard's admission notice, then quickly waved him off.
Leonard walked forward, but his gaze clung to the neatly folded uniforms on the side.
A male voice suddenly rang out: "Are these uniforms for us?"
Leonard and the others turned to look, only to see a young man with striking, slightly wavy red hair standing to the side, his hand already reaching for a uniform. Clearly, he hadn't really asked a question—he'd already decided these were his.
[Eh, we don't know each other, but man, you've caught my attention!]
[How is someone of this caliber only showing up now?! What a delay!]
[Confirmed, this is the main visual of this dungeon.]
[Why does this guy feel a little familiar to me?]
[+1]
The guard's cold voice rang out: "You're students yet don't know that the school requires uniforms? Your old schools must've had no discipline! No wonder you've ended up here. Rules here are strict—if you can't follow them, you can leave right now!"
