"Is it for real?'', I voice out.
'Am I really admitted to the Royal Court Academy?'
Sit on a chair worn out wooden chair, i can't stop admiring the high quality paper that contrasts with everything in this dilapidated hut.
'How did he manage that?'
No matter how I look at it, it's an authentic [Mazuli Royal Court Admission Letter]. Just to be sure, I hold it towards the narrow window cut into the rough wooden wall. The weak light shines through the paper, and revealing a complex magic seal.
Complex geometric pattern with many foreign characters are shining gold.
'It's the real deal!'
Did he expect me to me, a Fallen noble/ commoner & weak adventurer, to enroll to the academy, defeat the Protagonist and rebuild the family.