As soon as Beatrice walked in, she saw the same mage sitting at a table, a single piece of paper being visible on the table alongside a needle.
Looking at the talented potential mage, Leylin couldn't help but smile.
"Miss Beatrice, you can sit down," said Leylin as he moved the piece of paper toward Beatrice's part of the table.
Sitting down, Beatrice looked at the silent mage before looking at the piece of paper in front of her.
As soon as Beatrice looked at the piece of paper, a dozen or so page-long contract appeared in her mind.
Seeing that it was a contract, Beatrice braced herself for the worst, but upon further inspection, she felt quite surprised.
Although quite strict, the student enrollment contract into the Shadow Monastery did not seem to be as bad as Beatrice expected, of course, Beatrice could only say that because she has not yet the contract for those with worse talent, otherwise she would know better.
After looking through the contract for a while, Beatrice nodded, it seemed everything was alright with it, the only major thing inside of the contract was the clause that stated what would happen, if someone betrayed the school, just reading it, Beatrice felt something crawl up her spine.
With just a moment of hesitation, Beatrice picked up the needle that was placed on the table before stabbing her finger, a few drops of blood then fell down onto the contract before dissipating into it.
As soon as that happened, Beatrice felt somewhat different, as if a restriction was placed on her, but it did not feel that bad, merely being a weird feeling in the back of her mind.
"Very good Miss Beatrice, after the talent testing finishes we will go back to the school, at that time Teacher Orrel will personally guide your magic training, as to not waste time," said Leylin as he took the contract before walking out of the room, Beatrice following him.
Watching Leylin exit the temporary wooden building, a weird feeling emerged in Beatrice's stomach.
"This is the beginning of my school life," thought Beatrice as she sat down at one of the empty tables and began thinking.
After a while, several more students began streaming in, and a few minutes later a mage also entered and brought them into the room, but as they exited the room, Beatrice noticed something, their somewhat bitter expression.
"That contract should be quite rough," thought Beatrice as she remembered her own contract, in fact Beatrice thought it was quite a good deal, as unlike what Leylin said when she tested her talent, she did not have to pay anything for the school, in fact, she would be able to obtain three elemental stones a month for free.
The contract also did not put too many restrictions on Beatrice, other than not betraying the school, in fact it even included a clause in case the school put unreasonable demands on her.
And as such, several hours passed, with more than a dozen students coming in, and by the time fourteen hours had passed since the beginning of the talent testing spree, twenty-six students arrived here.
Suddenly, Leylin, the mage who had everyone signed their contracts with came into the temporary building.
"Come after me," said Leylin, causing the twenty-six students to immediately get up and follow him onto a path and then an open field where Errol stood alone.
After just half a minute, the same flying ship that brought a hundred students from Beatrice's continent here once again came along, but for some reason, it seemed somewhat darker right now it.
And just a minute later, the ship landed on the field, with its doors opening, allowing the students to walk in.
Suddenly, a voice sounded into Beatrice's ears.
"Come to room number one in thirty minutes," said the voice of an old man, presumably Official mage Errol.
Hearing that, Beatrice truly did not know whether to be happy of worried.
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Looking at the imposing number 1 on the door of the room, Beatrice felt a heavy weight falling onto her heart, but even so, she steeled her heart and knocked on the door.
"You can come in," said Errol's slightly ominous voice from behind the door, causing Beatrice to grit her teeth and open the door.
Looking at the warm room in front of her, and at Errol who was sitting on the chair, Beatrice felt a weird feeling.
"Sit down, and if you want to ask, address me as Mr. Errol," said Errol as he looked at the small library behind him before walking over to it.
"Yes, Mr. Errol," said Beatrice as she sat down on the chair in the middle of the room.
"I have learned that you have mastered the Basic Meditation technique and that you are not aware of anything related to mages, is that correct?" asked Errol as he picked out several books from the bookshelf before placing them on the table.
"Yes Mr. Errol," said Beatrice as she breathed a sigh of relief.
"What do you think mages are?" asked Errol as he continued picking out more and more books from the bookshelves.
"Beings made out of elemental energy?" asked Beatrice, unsure of her answer.
"Wrong, but well, that could be debated, but even so, most mages are not made out of elemental energy, rather, mages are but one thing, Pursuers of truth!" said Errol as his voice became nearly fanatical as he neared the end of his sentence.
"Spells, elemental energy, everything is but a way to reach the truth, you must remember that," said Errol as obsession filled his eyes.
"Yes Mr. Errol," said Beatrice, as she felt quite a bit more relaxed as she found out that this Errol wanted to teach her.
"I went off topic again," mumbled Errol before opening his mouth once again.
"I will be the one to teach you magic while we are on the ship, so as to not waste the time it will take you to get to school," said Errol before smiling and sitting down as well.