Redheads?

The training hall was huge and long, it was understandable.

There were more than 100 people training here. For a dorm with a high population, this was very low.

But since the training hall is open any time, they can enter here without any problem, even in the early mornings too.

Fights were inevitable since the number of students was that high.

Desmond walked to the front desk, the front of the training hall, that is.

This time it was a woman seated on the chair. Like the rank A guard, she also didn't look at him but rather at her tablet.

"I.d. card?"

'Again with this shit!'

"Don't have one."

Only then she looked at the kid. She scrutinized him. "You're new?"

"Um… Yeah." He answered nonchalantly or rather… impassively.

"Ah, I see. Yours must be the chanting from the arena. The kid who beat his seniors."

"Bullies, ma'am. Bullies." He corrected her.

[Yes, you hypocrite. Bullies, it is.]