C238 Credits Are Better than Flags

"So many people of the same age."

Walking on the vast lawn behind the school gate, Paul Archiman, who had grown up in the mountain village, looked around. Obviously, he was not used to the current situation. Beside him, the black-haired young man was helplessly smiling bitterly.

It had to be said that the current situation in the St. Freya Academy was indeed a little tense