In the office, Amos took out his stamp, slowly pressing it onto Angel's form, then said with a cheerful grin, "Alright, you have been specially admitted as a student of the Magic Academy. From today onwards, you're one of my special recruits."
Barnes stood to the side, her face filled with anger, yet utterly helpless.
"Is there a difference between special recruits and regular students?" Angel reached out to take the form handed over by Amos.
"You're just now asking that? I thought you'd already figured it out." Amos coughed twice, then continued, "There are a few small differences. For example, special recruits don't need to pay tuition."
"No tuition?" Angel's eyes widened with excitement. His face, which was still soot-covered and unkempt, looked quite comical.
"Uh... is that something to be so happy about?" asked Amos.
