Chapter 33
District Magistrate’s Office – Blackridge
District Magistrate Raset had just leaned back in his chair, rubbing his tired eyes. Another long meeting with greedy guild owners had drained the last bit of patience he had left. His job wasn’t easy—managing the city, responding to dungeon breaks, handling the damn damage reports that followed—and always keeping an eye on the guilds who tried to claim dungeon spoils like vultures.
So when his office door swung open without warning, he nearly snapped.
"Can you knock before entering!?" he growled, glaring at his assistant.
The secretary froze at the threshold, flinching slightly. "S-sorry, sir. It’s urgent."
"It always is," Raset muttered under his breath, reaching for his cup of cold coffee. "What is it now?"
"The students from Etherlight Academy of Awakeners are here. Their names are... Dravis Morningstar and Ezra Celestrian."
Raset didn’t react at first. Etherlight was famous, sure, but students from elite academies visited often. Blackridge was a dungeon hotspot, after all—an ideal place for field training.
But then the name Morningstar hit him.
He jolted upright, spilling a bit of coffee on his desk.
"What the hell? Why didn’t you lead with that?! How long have they been waiting!?"