Time flies like a white steed flitting past a crack, and in the blink of an eye, a few more months have gone by.
The trainees of the 59th class of the Higher Police Academy have reached their graduation day.
After a year of study, the vast majority of the students have earned enough credits, cheerfully receiving their diplomas, adding a gilded sheen to their resumes.
Normally, they would return to their respective places from Seles, and within a short period would be promoted by a rank.
But unlike many trainees, Ronan still needs to intern in the capital for another six months.
"Which sub-bureau do you want to go to?"
In the dean's office, Gustav Rein ordered his curvaceous secretary to make Ronan a cup of coffee, smiling as he said, "I can arrange it for you!"
This Lionheart Earl was not just making empty promises. Though he is not part of the capital's police system, his status and position are such that if he speaks, the central police department would not refuse him.
