Amaera Castillon was seated in her office. She had been the director of the academy for more than twenty years. She was highly respected because she was an orphaned elf who had managed to reach the ninth circle.
She had long light blue hair just like her deep blue eyes with a metallic gray tint, half-closed, probably from boredom, as she looked at the new students' documents with an expressionless gaze.
Her chest was enormous, heavy and round breasts overflowing from the neckline of her slightly transparent blue dress. Her breasts were so large that they almost rested on the desk in front of her.
From time to time, she cast a slight glance at her many cameras showing the battle royale of the new students.
"These documents are boring to death..." She sighed when her mana suddenly resonated violently.
Her gaze was drawn to a scene. Instantly the room turned to ice.
