Heka had aced every single question, her knowledge of monsters and safety protocols putting mine to shame.
It stung, just a little.
I was supposed to be the clever one, the one who could talk his way out of anything. But Heka had beaten me fair and square, and I had to respect that.
She'd grown up in a world where this knowledge was survival, where knowing the difference between a wyvern and a dragon could mean the difference between life and death.
I made some silly mistakes and got 7/20, and was pardoned after I gave the cute receptionist the tearful puppy dog eyes.
It's very effective.
She'd sighed, waved her hand, and declared that I'd shown enough effort — which was her way of saying she couldn't resist the face.
The passing mark was 10, though.
Anyway, the moment of truth was here. They had started preparing the Cheval Spiritual Screener for me to discover my class.
