Roland felt that his blood was freezing when he noticed their looks. He wondered if he was some sort of lab rat.
Thankfully, Roland saw admiration in their eyes, which relaxed him.
"In any case, Mr. Roland, please register first." Claus directed Roland to the counter. Then, he sat down and said, "Please tell me your information."
"Roland, human." Roland thought for a moment and continued, "Seventeen, male. No bad habits. Favorite activity: reading books."
At this moment, everybody looked at him strangely.
Seventeen… Claus rubbed his face and heaved a sigh, as if he were disappointed.
"What's wrong?" asked Roland, finding it odd. "Is there anything wrong with my age?"
"You look young, but you're quite mature in the way you talk and walk," said an old man slowly. "We thought you were at least twenty-five and didn't know that you're only seventeen."
