"Submitting your choice?"
Her voice was flat, betraying no emotion.
"Yes, Professor."
Allen presented his personal terminal, the application page already displayed on its screen.
Lecia ignored the terminal Allen offered. Instead, she opened the academy's backend system. Her eyes scanned the text on the screen, her brow furrowing almost imperceptibly.
She looked up, her perpetually stern expression faltering slightly.
"Are you certain? In just one day, you've chosen your school, your tower, and even your master?"
Her voice was a fraction higher than usual.
As a faculty representative for the junior apprentices' general courses, she had seen far too many apprentices hesitate when faced with this decision.
