A staff member in gray uniform pointed at the silver-haired man. "Is there a problem here? Please stop, No disruptions."
The man straightened immediately.
He turned polite in one breath. "Of course. I'm just educating them."
The staff didn't care. "Step into the line."
The silver-haired man went first, still smirking like he won.
A scanning light swept across his body.
A holographic panel appeared above the circle, showing his identity data.
The staff read it.
"Name: Rovan Varn. Status: Relocated Citizen. Grade: C."
The smirk froze.
Rovan's eyes widened. "What? That's wrong. I'm House Varn. B-grade."
The staff didn't even look up. "Your family is registered as C-grade residents. No noble status recognized on Proxima."
Rovan's face flushed. "My uncle…"
"Next," the staff said.
Rovan clenched his fists but didn't dare to argue further. He held out his wrist.
The staff slapped a bracelet onto him.
Click.
