135 Bruiser of Ancient Power

Est, Ian, and Isaac made their way towards the Martial Class Division. It was not only them, but several others from the Magic and Spirit Class Divisions were walking in the direction of the House of Heroes.

Every year, the nobles belonging to these Divisions would look for capable subordinates that they could recruit under their wing. This had been a tradition in the Royal Academy, and the instructors allowed it.

Most of those who belonged to the Martial Class were commoners. Some of them wanted to be employed by nobles in order to live a better life. Since that was the case, the Royal Academy didn't prevent this recruitment from happening.

The only thing they could do was to ensure that the ones recruited from the Martial Class would be treated well by their employers.

"Isn't that Ella?" Isaac asked as he pointed at an Angorian Goat standing beside a delicate looking boy with silver-gray hair.

"That is indeed Ella," Est agreed. "Let's go."