The setting sun was slanting towards the west, the rolling heat wave was fading, and the tweeting sound of the cicadas was gradually subsiding. However, the castle was still a little stuffy, as oppose to Sleeping Island surrounded by the sea.
Evelyn who was covered with sweat walked up to the second floor and opened the bedroom door, a burst of coolness suddenly enveloped her.
"You've had a long day of the test," A black-haired woman who was looking mature and capable said with a smile, "Well, how did it go?"
Her name was Scroll. She was the oldest witch in the Witch Cooperation Association and a very friendly senior. Evelyn could feel the care and concern from her after getting along with her for only a day.
"I... don't know," Evelyn said with a little frustration, "the others had cast their ability while His Highness only asked me a few questions when it was my turn. Was it because... he felt that I'm useless?"
