Friday wasn't far away. Avina only had time to prepare her mentality before she was ushered into the interview. In front of her was a table and behind said table were 3 judges. All of them didn't look pleased and instead, carried a stone face along with a cold personality.
"Melis?" one of the judges asked. It was a middle-aged lady with glasses perching on her nose. Since she was originally looking down, she only lifted her eyes to stare at her.
Avina gulped. Interviews weren't hard, it was the people who were conducting them that were hard to please. Especially people like these that don't show a friendly attitude at all.
"Yes, I'm Melis Alimbert," Avina answered obediently. She twisted her fingers and waited for the next question.
"Why do you think you deserve to be the Grand Magus?" the old man to the right asked. He rested his chin on his hands and looked at her with flat lips.
