Andrew looked up and saw Mikayla, the celebrated beauty of Chetvine.

Thanks to her talent and ambition, the Owens family had clawed their way from an ordinary household into the ranks of high society. Over the past ten years, this woman had risen at a staggering pace.

"It's me," Andrew said with a calm nod before sitting down.

Mikayla frowned. "This place is supposedly only for fifth-grade alchemists and above, isn't it?"

She did not spell it out, but her meaning was clear: Andrew had no