Autumn Gleanings (1)

Peace is relative.

Starting with the student council president election, then the Grand Duchess’s kidnapping and the arrival of delegations from both countries, the tension that had kept rising gradually began to fade.

Compared to the atmosphere that had seemed ready to explode until just recently,

the situation now could fairly be called ‘peaceful.’

Autumn had arrived.

The trees on the academy grounds had changed into yellow and red, and a chilly wind blew through the air. In that cold autumn wind, the cadets had returned to their daily lives.

Countless cadets walked quietly toward their respective destinations.

For classes they had grown used to, and to socialize.

“Brother, today’s class is about sacred healing, but….”

“Oh, does that mean our routes overlap with the Swordsmanship Department’s practical training today?”...