Chapter 91: The Rich
The line stretched long before them, a slow, moving river of hopeful applicants waiting to register. Dune, Atlas, and Ned stood in silence, the murmurs of other students filling the air around them.
The academy grounds were massive, with several registration booths set up across different sections. Every few moments, the line shuffled forward.
Dune exhaled as he stepped up to the desk. His turn.
Behind the desk sat a woman with sharp features, a pointed hat, and deep purple lipstick. She greeted him with a warm smile.
"Hello there, young man. Name?"
Dune met her gaze calmly. "Dune."
The woman paused, waiting for a last name. It never came.
Her smile faded. Her fingers tapped against the desk. "Are you... common—?"
Dune's expression remained neutral. "Yeah." He cut her off before she could finish the question. There was no point in drawing it out.
Instantly, her demeanor shifted. The warmth drained from her eyes, replaced by something colder, distant. A barely perceptible sigh left her lips.
"Alright," she muttered, as if regretting the conversation already. "Tell me your Green Neba's name and your mastery level."