8 Departing to the Howling Abyss (1/2)

Handing a paper to Fraser the man suggested with a hand gesture that Fraser should leave the tent.

Obediently Fraser stepped out of the train only to look upon a paper in which the number of his waiting house was written. It was number 459.

After a quick walk around the waiting house section Fraser could see a normal sized house with the number 459.

As soon as Fraser stepped into the house he could see groups of people looking at him. Most were in groups of four or five, however there were also a few solo persons sizing him up. Though the latter was rarer as the people who sat alone mostly ignored him.

Something to mention was that most people in the house were children at the age of 12-15. At least that's the age Fraser would guessed them.

Compared to the train size in which Fraser arrived in he could only see a small group of people in the house, probably around thirty children.

'Why are there so little students in this waiting house? Is it because the Howling Abyss Academy is a small magus organization? Then did I choose to early and should have walked around for other magus organization with a black flag or symbol?'

”What Talent Grade are you?”

An older teen, probably 15 or older stepped forwards. He wore noble clothes with a rapier hanging from his waist.

Processing the question for few moments Fraser saw the reaction from the others in the room. Especially as he could see that most people faintly looked at him, even the people who at first ignored him.

”I am a grade 3 talent.” replied Fraser in a steady tone.

This resulted in different reactions, the older boy who had a rapier hanging from his waist smiled.

”I am a grade 3 talent as well, do you want me to show you around in this camp? Food and the bed are free but it isn't the best treatment you could get. My name is Mark.”

”My name is Fraser, and yes I would like you to show me around the camp.”

Fraser registered the reactions from the other children in the room. The group with the most people in it sighed visible and then continued to talk in hushed voices.

The lonely persons without a group glanced at Fraser with disdain for a short moment before doing what they did when he stepped in.

'So the talent grade is important.'

The group of Mark quickly surrounded him which consisted of two boys and one girl.

While the group of four people stepped out of the house in order to show Fraser the camp, Fraser began asking a few questions. Nothing too personal but questions which should be necessary for him.

”What is the talent grade?”

”You don't know the talent grades? They are really important for being able to use magic. If you only have talent grade 1 then you probably need a few years to even do the simplest spell. We as talent grade 3 are better, we will probably be able to use magic in a few months. However we are nothing compared to the talent grade 5 who can use magic after a few days already.” replied one of the boys with a smile.

”How was your journey towards the Border city? It was pretty comfortable wasn't it?” asked Mark as he somehow wanted to change the topic.

”No it wasn't really comfortable, we have to cross the wildlands in order to arrive at this encampment.” replied Fraser.

”Oh, so you are from the kingdom outside of the usual recruiting range. We had a few female knights protecting us and you know their tightness and their skins weren't that rough as you may think they were.” giggled the other boy.

The only girl in the group rolled her eyes and moved back to the house. As if it's normal neither of the three boys said anything.

Thus Fraser didn't mentioned the girl leaving, instead he excused himself after Mark and his group showed him the canteen, a few shops and a training field which got used by the children in order to increase their body strength.

Though he couldn't see a single person training in a Knight Technique.