Training

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Like any place where the continent’s privileged classes gather, the three academies are always bustling with people coming and going.

Thanks to that, the post town along the road leading into the Golden Triangle is always lively and full of activity.

Even the luxurious lodgings where the Saint of the Holy Empire is staying aren’t free from the clamor of everyday life around them.

“...”

The Saint, Lucien, sighed and sat up in bed.

Her golden-and-white two-toned hair slid softly over her pristine white clerical robes.

As she exhaled, clouds of cigarette smoke billowed into the air.

A saint and cigarettes. A combination that would make devout believers’ eyes roll back and send them charging if they saw it, but she paid them no mind and took out another cigarette.

“Could you close the window?”...