"Whats about Manusha?" Mahipal asked, giving a glance towards the door. "After all you're here for the smith guild. "
"Wouldn't it be wrong?" Ishit said, "I mean... it would be cheating. Moreover, the test would decide my future path. "
"Ah! That is just rubbish concocted by spiritualists. " Mahipal said. Ishit could see his hands fidgeting. There was something wrong with the man. What had he witnessed in the mirror?
"Tell me. Would you really change your path because of the test result ?"
"No. I will still try."
"Then it is decided. Your mind's type is Manusha. " the headmaster said as he walked over the door.
Ishit didn't follow him immediately. Instead, he quickly bent over and picked up the small mirror piece, which he was hiding under his foot. Surprisingly, it was still fiery red.
Ishit hurriedly put the glass in his pocket and walked out.
