"This is the seminary of Law University. A long time ago, it had another name... the Mendicant Monastery. Oh, good afternoon, Sister! You still look so young."
The master thief Arsene walked ahead, removed his top hat, and greeted the dormitory administrator familiarly. "I'm heading upstairs to look around—to visit Mia. These two are my friends."
"Oh, all right. Do you need a key?"
The sister, wearing reading glasses and knitting at the entrance, did not even look up as she casually replied, "Also, remember to register at the entrance."
"She doesn't have class today, so she should be in the dormitory. We won't need a key."
Arsene chatted familiarly with the administrator, a woman who looked to be in her fifties or sixties and had a rather sturdy build. He kept talking until he made her laugh, then put his top hat back on and headed inside.
"...You really are the idol of middle-aged and elderly women."
Iver snarked, "She genuinely seems to trust you. She just let you in? Does she know who you are? A thief?"
"A righteous thief. She knows who I am—but I must correct one thing. Even young ladies like me."
As Arsene said this, he smugly brushed back the curly hair at his temple and revealed a confident smile.
"You're a master thief..."
Aleister asked in confusion, "Shouldn't you have snuck in quietly? And why did they let us in with you?"
"Huh?"
Arsene froze when he heard this, then realized what he meant. "Ah, right... That might be one of the Iris People's peculiarities.
"A long time ago—before I was born—the Iris People were conservative for a period. Back then, this seminary was still only a monastery. Every day, you could see the sisters sternly reprimanding young monks and nuns... Forget bringing