Chapter 75
Loren, the secretary of the student council, had a commoner background. Now turning 23 this year, he’d matriculated into the Academy back when he was 19 years old. He just barely managed to get in, narrowly squeaking past the standards set by the Academy.
However, that didn't mean he lacked ability.
It was just that the baseline for talent at Galshdin Academy was astronomically high. At his level, he could immediately occupy intermediate-level positions no matter where he was dispatched, even if he was on the lower end of Academy standards.
He had a mediocre appearance and a mediocre personality—a relatively typical disposition that was so average, it was honestly hard to come by.
He was one of those students who seemed to be simultaneously present and absent from the student council.
"Sir, we have a letter for you."
"Really? Thank you."
The letter—a white sheet of paper—was delivered to him as he wrapped up his work for the day.
Loren looked at the letter, his name the only thing written upon it, with a puzzled face.