The three of them stepped into the room and they saw two people inside the room. One of them, the older one, was sitting down on a chair. Whereas, the other, the younger one, was staring blankly at his boots.
"Oh? Three of you? Interesting." The older man with a gruff voice said, his hazel eyes glinting.
The older man was a burly man in his forties, and his outfit as well as his mannerisms resembled a barbarian. There was a cross-shaped scar on his left cheek which added on to his fierce features.
It was just like the author had described, everything about him screams fierce.
The man was simply named Gom.
Cecil was taken aback, and she couldn't help but step back when Gom directed his sharp eyes towards her.
"You, girl, step forward and show me your right palm."
Cecil obediently did so, and the man guffawed.
"You drank the Widerlich willingly? And you are an earth?" Gom clapped his hands together, thrilled. "Good, very good! You pass, girl! I accept your enrollment!"