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12th of July, 0721 AED, Somewhere in Military Training School, Royal Capital Zarens

It wasn’t my intention.

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—Scratch that, it was. I HAD to.

I mean, I am a freedom-loving individual, logical enough to carve my own path. Regardless of my appreciation for established rules, it just can’t be helped, you know. As it happens, my countless beliefs have overlapped each other—of course, this includes a touch of personal taste and other whatnots—but yes, I may or may not have a complex contradictory personality.

And sure enough, I was that thoughtful too, to fix some loose ends.

—How flawless an individual I am!

Amid deep thoughts, I’ve been warily paving through the dark of the night in silence. With a little magic that I’ve learned from lessons, I swiftly moved through the less guarded areas.

Why are they guarded, I wonder? Were there other naughty students like me? The thought of meeting up with them to find a night party excites me. But then again, I was not the type to party. Perhaps fellow outlaws just reassure me…? Hehe.

Have you not tried escaping military training school before? Might this be your first time?

—Wait… you’ve never thought of doing it before? That’s a shame. I too, never would have thought I’ll enter military training school… But what’s the point of saying that now? I’m escaping, babyyy!

—Pause. So, you ask, 'How did our pacifistic heroine end up in military training school?' Well, to explain... Let us flashback to what transpired 6 weeks ago... 

Arietta's dooms day.