Cecilia clutched the uniform tightly. She felt relieved hearing those words.
After the woman left, Cecilia sat back on her bed, staring at the uniform lying across her lap. It had a badge etched with the building of the academy. Below it were words written in Soineti, Marshall Academy – Summoner's Curriculum.
It was proof that she belonged here.
"I'm really going to be a student… even if I'm weak now, maybe I can change." She muttered to herself as she regained her confidence.
Outside, Sterben watched from the shadows, ensuring that his recruits were settling in. He knew Cecilia's doubts, including the others he had brought here, but he also knew the Academy's reputation. Weak or strong, every student had the chance to grow… and sometimes, the weakest seeds produced the most unexpected power.
