St. Mungo's Academy, the riding ground.
Aside from the duty-bound members of the student council, everyone stood erectly here, silently waiting for Jason, with no one absent despite the earlier mishap.
"Hmm?"
Walking behind Jason, Edward raised an eyebrow involuntarily as he observed the council members.
As someone with a military background, Edward was all too familiar with the ways of the military.
Therefore, he could clearly see that the members of the St. Mungo's student council had undergone training similar to that of the military.
Although not quite complete, and the council members seemed somewhat tender due to the lack of experience amid gun smoke, the basics were in place.
"Wasn't St. Mungo's Academy previously a church school?"
Edward couldn't help but ask in a low voice.
"Perhaps it's because it was a church school, some traditions were preserved?"
"I heard that during its earliest times, the school existed in a very chaotic era."
