Time kept passing, and gradually Apolo began to regret his decision to wait in the carriage. It had easily been two hours, yet only a few carriages had moved forward.

—This must be some cruel joke!—Apolo complained as he saw another carriage being called for the person inside to take the test —At this rate, we'll spend an entire week in this damn queue!

—Maybe this is what the guard at the entrance was referring to...—Mateo calmly commented.

—What did the guard say?—Apolo asked, not so accustomed to taking people seriously. He had long forgotten what that inconsequential being had told him.

—If there's a magician examining: I doubt they'll work for an entire week straight—Mateo responded —So, they'll lose patience and tell everyone to screw off...

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—What if they send us back home?—Apolo asked, now reluctant to the idea of returning to the castle and enduring another 6-month journey sleeping in a carriage.

—I doubt your grandfather hasn't made the necessary arrangements: remember yesterday's reception, my lord—Mateo commented while settling into the driver's seat to take a nap.

—I hope so...—Apolo said, feeling somewhat more at ease.

Seeing Mateo dozing off, Apolo figured the servants could sleep too while they waited. He decided to stop holding it in and tried to find a comfortable position to relax. But the truth was that sleeping in the driver's seat was quite uncomfortable. Apolo took quite a while and had to contort his body countless times before finally finding a comfortable position.

Enjoying a bit of comfort, Apolo gradually closed his eyes, while he silently pleaded to his ancestors that when he woke up, they would already be calling him for registration. This way, he could become a mage of the empire without any major issues.