Principal Kampas walked alone down the snow-covered avenue, appearing to be in a rather good mood. Perhaps he was pleased from the recent pleasure of humiliating Idiot once again.
As he passed by, students and teachers greeted him, and unlike his usual demeanor, he responded with a smile to each child. The old man slowly made his way, leaving the academy and strolling through the snow-dusted streets of Windblown City.
The festive air of the upcoming New Year spread through the streets, where children's laughter and playful chases were a common sight. What a peaceful era it seemed to be!
Peace?
Could there really be peace in an era of the Sorrow Continent, or would the peace melt away just as quickly as the snow itself?
Principal Kampas stopped in his tracks when a soldier appeared behind him.
"Mr. Kampas, this is a confidential letter for you."
