The number of female mages here was not less than the number of men. Most of them had beautiful faces and slim figures. They could be said to be the orchids in spring and the chrysanthemums in autumn. Each of them had their own beauty.
Among them, there were a few who were particularly outstanding. They were like swans in a flock of chickens, but also like numerous stars that set off the bright moon.
For example, there was a woman standing at the very front.
She had long golden hair and deep amber eyes. Her plump mage robe could not hide her graceful figure. Her skin, which was like a bright moon, was shining under the sunlight.
"It's Irene! She's here too!"
"Irene, my goddess!"
"I remember that Irene should be in the third grade this year, but rumor has it that she has already become a tier-4 mage. What a great talent!"