Siltovis.
Annan was so beloved here that if he announced today that he wanted to be City Lord, the noblewomen, young ladies, and female mages would carry him into the City Lord's Mansion tomorrow.
It was also the city with the most enlistment applications—but it hadn't started that way.
Most of Annan's fans were women. They couldn't very well rush off to war themselves, or urge their husbands, sons, and brothers to go.
Fortunately, the man in charge of Siltovis's Diagon Alley was Yuli, one of Olmedo's trusted aides, known as "Annan's Fragment."
Thinking quickly, he had a group of workers make gifts to entice onlookers and put them at the recruitment desk: Annan posters, Mage Robes like Annan's, a day trip to Solz Magic Academy, and even a chance to have dinner with Annan. Successful applicants would receive them.
Annan knew nothing about it, but Yuli figured the City Lord wouldn't mind.
The result? Professionals crowded around the recruitment desk!
Yuli even had to set up a second desk beside it to handle the overflow.
"Name."
"Georgina."
"Ordinary person or Professional?"
"What do you think?" Georgina flicked the brim of her wide mage's hat.
"Spellcaster... Level?"
"Level Six."
An Elite Mage?
The registrar straightened with respect and changed his tone. "Since the fighting at Hell Mountain is defensive, you'll need to join the Mage Corps and follow the Legion Commander's orders. Is that acceptable?"
"Of course! Now give me my gifts! And my chance to have dinner with darling Jack!"
This Elite Mage was as ravenous as a hyena queen.
The registrar had someone bring her a pile of gifts. "Dinner will have to wait until after the war... Fighting could break out at any time, so please take care of your personal affairs within three hours and report