"Good evening, Ezra Ashenlocke."
A female noble first-year student approached Ezra with a polite smile before stopping a few steps in front of him.
She straightened her back and performed the proper greeting posture expected of a noble lady, keeping her movements controlled and respectful.
Ezra returned the greeting.
He slightly lowered his head and bowed with the proper posture of a gentleman.
"Good evening."
Another voice came from nearby.
A male noble first-year student had also approached him, and after greeting Ezra, he gave a polite bow.
Ezra returned the gesture.
"Good evening."
He was beginning to notice a pattern.
Ever since his arrival at the Golden Circle mansion had been announced, more and more first-year students had started coming over to greet him.
A few of them were students he recognized from the same Academy district.
Some were even members of the same club as him.
