Iris Flower, Laisser.
"This is the Theological Seminary of 'Decree University.' Long ago, it was known by another name... called Beggar Monastery. Hey, good afternoon, ma'am! You're still so young."
Arsene walked in front, removed his top hat, and familiarly greeted the dormitory manager, "I'm going up for a stroll—to find Mia for some fun. These two are my friends."
"Oh, okay. Do you need a key?"
The lady with reading glasses, knitting at the entrance, didn't even glance up, casually replying, "Also, remember to sign in at the entrance."
"She doesn't have class today; she should be in the dorm. No need for a key."
Arsene chuckled and chatted amiably with the seemingly fifty- or sixty-year-old, fairly strong manager for a bit. Not until he made her laugh did he put his top hat back on and proceed inside.
"... You really are the idol of middle-aged women."
Aiwass teased, "She seems to trust you completely. She just let you walk right in? Does she know who you are? A thief?"
