I approached the receptionist to register myself as both a Guild Student and an Adventurer. The receptionist, a girl slightly older than me, appeared to be another student at the academy—her white hair, green eyes, and pale skin were striking, but it was her uniform that caught my attention. She wore a white collared shirt, a black vest with the guild emblem pinned to it, and a black skirt. At first, I assumed it was just a receptionist’s uniform, but as I looked around, I noticed nearly everyone here wore the same attire. That changed my perspective.

"Hello, how may I assist you?" she asked, her voice polite but neutral.

I pulled the card from my back pocket and handed it to her. As she examined it, I saw her expression shift slightly—shocked at first, but she quickly composed herself. Of course, she would be surprised. After all, I was one of the few survivors of a noble family wiped out overnight. The only one left to ensure the legacy of the Brownstray name could continue.

She held my card in her left hand, placing her right palm gently on top of it. The moment her hand made contact, a soft glow radiated from the card, and a small magic circle appeared between her palm and my identification. After a few seconds, it vanished, leaving the air still again.

"Okay, you’ve been registered," she said, her voice taking on a more serious tone. "But first, I’d like to confirm a few things with you."

Impersonating? Well, whatever. It didn’t really matter. I was ready for whatever questions she had.

Once I finished answering all her questions, she handed my card back to me with a smile.

Claris explained everything I needed as a newcomer—my dorm, classes, and more. She told me I could use the Magic Scanner Ability on my card to view my timetable (and everything else). By focusing on my palm, a visual of my schedule would appear right in front of me.