"This is the new batch, huh." Clad in a long purple coat, black shirt and white trousters, a skinny old woman with goat horns looked at them with a scrutinizing gaze.
The students felt as if they were not people but specimen to be sliced and studied.
"Yes, madam." Zara Woz answered in a respectful tone, going as far to bow her head.
"…Err? You're being so polite, even though I'm just a junior researcher here! " She said with a smile. "Oh, I'm Gera by the way."
Zara paused and checked the woman's path.
Rank 6.
A mere rank 6!
The ex-department head clenched her fist behind her back and took a deep breath. Had she fallen so low that she'd now bow to nobodies?
"Lead the way." Her voice was far less polite.