One Hundred Forty

"It seemed that you had to fall in line." Sora said as he looked at the crowd of people in front of them.

"Yeah, I know," Minerva nodded her head. As soon as she got closer, she looked around the line.

"Now, where should I line?" She made a muttered remark.

Thankfully, there was a man who seemed in his early twenties who stepped up and assisted her.

"Your Highness, you could fall in line wherever you want." He carefully said. Minerva subtly observed the young man who looked nervous. His clothes were the same as those of the youths who hung out with the proctors in front. She guessed that they were the students that were funded by the academy.

"I see. Thank you. " Minerva smiled at the young man, which made him startled. He looked like he was in a daze before his face started to heat up.

"A-ah, um... Y-you're welcome, Y-Your Highness... " He muttered