A/N: Back on this story !

Yeah this one cooked for a while, but mainly because I actually cooked the setting for this book more than the chapter this time.

I have now 4 arc completly fleshed out, characters and all. It should make it so chapter pop out faster than before.

Anyway, unto reviews ~

Ascandas: Thanks for that man, I try at least. As for Fia, well, she'll be in for the best(read: worst) part of her life. All in good fun, of course.

Arokaday: I know, the funny thing is, I write in another program, so some things don't translate well when I put it here, so I have to correct some of them. One such problem is italics, bold and lines. They simply do not want to be here, so I have to manually put them back on. If I forget any, please do tell me.

SupraR: Dunno when you'll see this, but it feels nice, and kinda scary, to have people's expectations like that. I'll try to update when I can, but work is tiring.

Sagittipotenta:Sorry, my style of writing is, well, like that. It's more first person and more internal than external. I point out facial expressions when it's important, mind you, but I don't do it all the time like most other writers. If it's not your kind of style, then sorry.

This was one hell of an introduction.

Well, it could've gone better.

Considering half the room is looking ready to jump me, not in a nice way, either.

"Seeing your wings and halo, I should've known. Someone like you must've committed numerous atrocities."

That red haired prick, if she's searching for a fight, she'll get one.

"That's Racist, isn't it ? I mean, just because my halo isn't all white I'm now some kind of society reject ? You're not even a Sankta, how can you even understand what it means to possess a halo or what it does to us ?"

"I don't need to know how much it matters to know that it's a big deal !"

"Sure, why the hell not. Then I know all about Liberi, too, simply because I know how common birds work."

"That's not even what I just- Urgh, you absolute buffoon, start behaving like a normal member of society and maybe I'll treat you like one."

Outside of our conversation, two others were starting to gossip…

"Do you think little Miss Apostolic Knight is going to stop ?"

"Probably not. Octavia is going to have to calm her down again."

"What a pain…"

Those two little shit are still playing their card game… Dammit, I would really like help here ..!

… Wait a minute…

Red haired liberi, curses a lot- in latin specifically-, get angry easily and was raised by Apostolic Knights ?

God fucking damn it.

It's motherfucking Fiammetta !

How could I have not seen it ?!

"-nd honestly, can you even believe tha-"

She practically hasn't changed at all physically ! Like, the only difference is her hairstyle, she has longer hair, and the fact that she's most definitely not, like, about 1.7 meters right now.

"-ike truly ! The gall to insult me like that !-"

… Is she… Still going ?

"ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING RIGHT NOW ?"

"Frankly, no. I spaced out in the middle of it, but I got the message."

"OH REALLY ?!"

"Yeah, the short version is : you hate my guts 'cause I have a black halo. Got it."

"You unrepenting cretin ! I will- Ow !"

Her face contorts into pain- mainly due to surprise- as Octavia slams the side of her hand into her face.

"Stop. You wasted nearly 20 minutes on this. We should finish the introductions and get on with the meeting. Training begins in 40."

"Alright, alright… My vengeance will be swift…"

"I can still hear you, you know ?"

"GOOD."

Wow, she is storming off towards her seat, near the back. It seems she purposefully put herself in the front row to see what happened with the water prank.

"Well, now that it's over with, I accept questions. If you have any that I can answer."

The prankster girl raises her hand.

"So, how did you-"

"Name first, please."

"Ah, yeah, I'm Akilina, so, how did you know there was a bucket there ?"

"The door was ajar, I noticed a little bit too late so I had to push it away instead of dodging."

Pensive, the now named Akilina seems to consider what I just told her. I don't know what's that impressive about being able to slap a bucket, even if it's falling.

Ah, another guy, one in the back, specifically the lone bored guy, raises his hand.

"I'm Klemens, how did you fall, if you don't mind me asking."

…

Everyone in the room looked like some kind of shot was fired. As if it was the end of the world, the one thing they shouldn't have said.

"-ou shouldn't ask things like that Klemens, look he's freezing up-"

Well, it's not like I can really give more of an explanation…

"-hat is none of your business, I simply desire to know if he deserves our mercy or not."

Should answer fast-

"Dunno."

"..."

Stunning everyone into silence.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T KNOW ?!"

Jegus, Fia, don't randomly explode like that.

"Exactly what it means, you can ask Miles here, he asked me the same question yesterday and I answered the same way today."

Everyone turned to look at the buff guy.

"... That is true. But I believe it is not the full story."

"I mean, probably, there MUST be a reason why I became a Fallen, but I don't know the reason myself, I was a Fallen for as long as I can remember, and unless I- as a baby- coincidentally find a firearm, and -coincidentally- fired it upon another Sankta that was passing by, before I was even aware of what I was doing, I don't know what happened."

"..."

Still speechless, huh.

"Look, guys, if I knew, I would tell you. Here, lemme show you something real quick."

I pull out a pendant.

Never really talked about it, but what it does contain is something pretty important.

"Look here."

*click*

I show the inside of the pendant.

"That's-"

Fia, having moved closer out of pure curiosity is the first one to look it over.

It's a photo of me as a child, no older than 3, in the arms of my mother, my father is behind her, hugging her, and by extension, me.

It's weird. I don't, yet I do have feelings for them. It's a life that wasn't my own that interacted with them, I wasn't conscious, but did I take over a body, or was I born that way and simply remembered everything ?

The main reason why I showed them this picture is because, well-

"Y-you were a Fallen since you were a baby ?!"

Fia, stating the obvious.

I have possessed the same halo and even small horns since that age.

Never changed since then, only that they grew.

"Yep. Ready to believe me yet ?"

"I just…"

Fia is completely bugging right now, I would even say that has stopped working !

"Excuse me, who were you parents ?"

Now, what does Octavia want from me..?

"Them ? Irrelevant for this discussion."

"That's-"

*click*

"End of story."

"Closing the pendant does not make me less curious-"

"End of story."

… Keep cool.

"Anyone else have a question ?"

…

"Nobody ?"

…

"Great. Let's get along."

After those next 35 minutes in silence, training was supposed to start.

I'll spare the really small details, but honestly it was kind of underwhelming.

I mean, I thought we would have someone to help us or give pointers, but no, nobody was there.

Like, why the hell would they let a bunch of kids train by themselves ?

And I thought I didn't get it so I didn't say anything for the entire time, which was a while, like 3 hours or something, I thought I would get laughed at or something, but no. That wasn't normal.

I found out pretty easily after those 3 hours when Fia, who had positioned herself as far away from me as possible, pretty much yelled at Octavia about how much she wanted to punch Andoain in the teeth for pretty much ditching us.

Guess he was supposed to come today, but he didn't.

Probably knew he would have been punched if he did come. From me specifically, because if I catch the guy I am going to kick him in the nuts.

Leaving me randomly in a classroom full of teenagers with absolutely no supervision or anything of the sorts, when he knew I would get at least one comment going my way for the, you know, horns and dark halo I got going on…

Gog damn it, why couldn't I have anyone else ?

I'm pretty sure it's impossible for anyone to do a worst job, so I'm open to anyone joining, at the very least, trying to end this.

"When is this… 'Training' supposed to end, Miles ?"

"In an hour. As you may have surmised from this, Andoain was supposed to be here, and he has evidently decided to not come. It was said that should he not be able to come, we should still gather here and train by ourselves."

"I see. That's why nobody simply ditched this period."

"Precisely. In the end, we will be relieved of this in an hour. After this, it shall be lunch time for us. We then have 40 minutes to eat, then it is back to the classroom. We have history next."

"I… See. Thanks for the heads up."

This was a waste of time.

Training for most of them is just lazing around, the only people who actually trained seriously were Miles, Fia and Octavia. The others just didn't really do anything.

I wasn't doing much either, but I mean, I don't exactly know what I should train, or do to train myself, so it's kind of not my fault.

I guess..? Kinda ?

Well, I'll say it is.

Lunch was… Something.

I simply eat my part on a table alone.

Take that weird slop they were serving and simply ate it and left.

Didn't have time to gossip or do anything.

History wasn't much better.

We really just learned about topics most of us have already covered, and juicy details and government secrets aren't going to be shared with 15 year old trainees simply for the hell of it.

But that's neither here nor there. The teacher for History wasn't Andoain, so I couldn't simply punch the hell out of him.

We simply had classes about the 'First Saints', but well, they already were well known figures so it's not like It's some kind of revelation…

I always wondered why they were that important ?

I mean, apart from being, you know, the firsts. But being the first of something isn't always a sign of being good at it.

Or something. In any case, the class was boring, and they simply talked on and on about how great they were, and how much they protected the Sankta against the Sarkaz.

Sure, sure… That's one hell of a decent story you guys have going on.

I wonder what the Law actually thinks about how this turned out for us.

Well, who am I to question the 'Word of God', so to speak ?

After History and Mathematics classes, we were left to our own devices. Only constraint was the curfew at 7PM, which is decent for a military/religious school. I expected some kind of church enforced classes about how great their church is and how they are the absolute 'Right' in this world.

In the end, I simply headed back to my room and got ready for a new day.

I didn't really think about it, but it's a decent room.

Cozy, doesn't really have anything going on for it but neither is it outwardly bad. I can't complain, but it's not like it's crazy good or anything.

That and I'm not that much for large spaces, always had to live in small apartments, so this suits me better.

… Off to bed I go, then.

A couple days later, after getting used to things.

"And thus, your first mission is to be decided. You will be given a partner and an objective. You shall complete it before the end of this week. It shall be in the forefront of your mind, as it will count towards 60% of your grade this year."

At this, everyone groans.

I mean, can't blame them. That means that their hard earned credits are basically worthless if they don't get a good score here. Since it means that failing this mission is pretty much failing this year.

For me, it's nice, since I entered it in the middle, I basically have the best possible way to get enough credit to pass this year, even if it's close.

"As tensions within this class have been acknowledged, you will be given a partner you are more likely not going to get along with. It is expected of you to be cordial and at the very least, capable of being teamed up with people you hate, as long as you both work towards a common goal."

At this, more people start losing their shit.

And now, at least I can say that I joined this class activity.

Because I know very well who is going to be forced on me…

"And now, the teams are going to be announced."

And just as I expected..

"Fiammetta and Dante."

"W-what ? Me and that- that no good scoundrel ?!"

"What, do you hate my gut so much you lost your Latin ?"

"You little shi-"

"Fia. Stop."

"But Octavia-"

"No. As the teacher said, this is an exercise designed to force us to play nice with people who we are not in good relation with."

"... I understand."

Why is she the one intervening in this situation ? Shouldn't the teacher say anything instead of not doing anything ?

"Anyway, I'm not going to get in your way, us not completing the mission is bad for both you and me, you know ? So don't worry on that front. I need the credit just like you need it."

"Yeah, yeah. I'll play along."

After that we both walked together towards the board where the missions were lined up.

Since we're 15 years old, in training, there must definitely be some nice and easy missions on there.

…

"What the actual fuck."

… I'll ignore the first non latin swear she said and simply stare into the void in disbelief.

I mean, really, they have screwed us over severely right now.

Because on that board, is simply written the following words : 'Retrieve stolen firearms located in the 'Diligentia' district. For more information, ask the mission provider, Cardinal Marcellus'.