Having one magus to another, acting as what seemed to be a personal guide and escort, did allow Emery to catch a glimpse of how much privileges the privileged class acolytes had in their hands.
"We will see each other many times in the future, so I hope to know you well, Ambrose!" said Magus Ramora with a smile on her face.
"Just call me Emery. Emery will be fine.. Senior," replied Emery repectfully.
The smile on her face widened slightly when she saw how Emery reacted.
"Aaah, you are not like other privileges, aren't you? ..humble and polite, do you..? Too bad.. You might not last long here with that kind of attitude."
Magus Ramora looked like she was in her late 20s, just like how Magus Xion looked. However, Emery could roughly perceive her strength from the aura she gave off; she should at least be a Half Moon stage Magus.
"No! No, not there! This way." said Magus Ramora quickly when she saw Emery walk in the wrong direction.
