Earlier that time; Before the First division entered the academy—
Church, Saint Stella Academy;
"Who are you, really?" The man who was at the altar, the one whom they called St. Matthias asked.
I don't know what he meant by that, but do I look like some bigshot? Is this some kind of a quiz? Some kind of a pop-up question? How should I answer him, then?
"I find it curious." He went on. "I know how the academy work. I was once a student here, after all. Base on that indication on your shoulder—that 'F', you are rank the lowest, are you not?" He continued. The most disgusting fact he spouted.
Oh, well—thank you very much for your honest review.
"I guess? You could say so." Curtly, I responded.
I don't really get what his intention here, but the way he speak was just so meek that it felt like it never harbored any ill will.
