I stepped into my dormitory. Cartel Academy had seven dormitory buildings in total. Although it sounded dull, each building was painted in one of the seven colors of the spectrum, from red to purple.0

When I remembered Alderson's explanation during my recommendation as a special student, I realized the purple building was the most prestigious. I couldn't imagine ever reaching that level, but the hierarchy was clear—the dormitories ranked downward in order from purple to red. Special students stayed in the purple building, but since this was a sudden exchange, I'd been placed in the yellow dormitory instead.1

The room was designed for two. It wasn't particularly spacious, but compared to my quarters at the training camp, it felt almost luxurious. A neatly folded uniform lay on the bed. The design was simple enough not to be embarrassing, and the color was brighter than I liked, but it wasn't a deal-breaker.0

I headed to the attached bathroom to wash up and change into the new clothes. As cold water poured over my head, numerous thoughts filled my mind. Kayan's demeanor had softened noticeably. I never imagined I'd reach a point where I could joke with someone from the Iron-Blooded Lord's collection.3

Did most people wear fake smiles and suppress their real feelings when working? I got the sense that the man I'd met after his retirement was the real Kayan.0

I stepped out of the bathroom, and a wave of fatigue hit me.0

Wait....0