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"Class C still doesn't seem interested in taking up our challenge." Clara walked through the door of Lucius's office at the Workshop to fill him in on a few things.
Lucius wasn't working; instead, he was reading the news in that day's newspaper.
It was already nighttime, so the only light coming in through the window behind him was moonlight and the glow of an extraordinary—yet artificial—city.
"It's been more than 24 hours," Clara said. "Should we cancel it and issue a new one?"
"That's not necessary," Lucius shook his head. "They think a class coming up from Rank F isn't worthy of facing them, so they'll wait until the last day to accept it."
"But that'll waste our time," Clara protested.
"Overall, it doesn't matter. Reaching Class C will be enough anyway."
"Don't you want to reach Class B? At the rate we're going…"
