"Name?"
"Flora."
Clara's expression faltered. She felt as if she'd heard the name somewhere before, but she couldn't remember whether it had been in some boring novel or a bard's song. After all, it wasn't uncommon for people to share a name.
"Age?"
"Twenty," Flora replied without batting an eye.
Clara pursed her lips and muttered, "You're only two years younger than me. What's so special about that?"
The next second, she suddenly realized something and looked up at the vase who'd stolen the man she had her eye on. "Twenty? Aren't you an elf? How could a twenty-year-old elf possibly..."
In Clara's mind, a twenty-year-old elf should still be some little brat who'd never even left the forest.
But this elf had no intention of explaining herself. She didn't even spare Clara a glance, so Clara could only take a deep breath and let it go.
After all, the registration form didn't actually require applicants to fill in their age. She'd only asked because she was curious.
"Class?"
"Mage... Apprentice Mage?" Flora tilted her head, as if considering whether the term was accurate.
"Mage?" Clara scoffed, clearly unconvinced. "Can anyone just call themselves a mage now?"
Flora turned to He Xi, her blue eyes full of hurt. "Galen, am I an Apprentice Mage?"
"Yes, you're a mage."
"Did you hear that?" Only then did Flora turn back, satisfied, and lift her chin at Clara. "Galen will split the reward money with me later anyway. I just need to cheer him on from the sidelines."
The disdain in Clara's eyes nearly spilled over.
She had to ask a man what her own class was? Not only was she a vase, she was a brainless one, too! How had she managed to get Mister Galen interested in her?
Clara practically ground