Dorothy stood alone outside the arena of the Advanced Magic Academy of Luersk.
This was indeed one of the most advanced magic academies in Nolan. The building in front of Dorothy was no less than the arena of Fort Orson.
There were... so many people.
Dorothy glanced around. Everywhere she looked was full of human and dwarven figures. From time to time, she could see goblins selling drinks and food.
Was there some kind of grand gathering here?
Dorothy was a little confused. A few days ago, when she was competing, she could only see a group of dwarves and some spell casters in the Hearthstone Tavern.
She was glad that she had made sufficient preparations today. Not only did she put on the hood of a wizard’s robe, but she also specially sewed a mask for a stalker.
This way, even if her appearance appeared on TV, Dorothy did not think that she would be recognized by someone she knew... probably.
Wait... she was going to be late!
