This time, however, his choice of training room was different.
"Impact Absorption Room. Three hours."
The words were spoken with certainty as he approached the receptionist's desk.
The receptionist, a woman who had been casually reading a book, raised her gaze, her eyes narrowing slightly as she studied him.
"You're a Mage, aren't you?" she questioned, her tone carrying a hint of skepticism.
Ashok did not bother with explanations.
Instead, he responded with a roundabout dismissal, his voice calm yet firm.
"My identity is that of a student with credits."
A clear, indirect way of saying: Do your job and don't ask unnecessary questions.
The receptionist's expression darkened slightly, her silent glare lingering on him for a moment.
But she did not argue.
Without another word, she deducted the balance, assigned him a room number, and handed back his ID card before returning to her book.
