Lee Jaheon opened his eyes.
Neat bed linens, and a two-person dormitory bedroom with an antique, immaculate atmosphere where gray brick lay exposed, came into view.
Outside the window, gray clouds hung dimly overhead, maintaining a gloomy, sunken density.
In all the fifteen days since he had awakened here, sunlight had not appeared even once.
That must have been this place’s nature.
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A low bell with a deep resonance rang out. Lee Jaheon rose from the bed and changed his clothes.
At St. Anticus Boarding School, it was school policy to wear formal uniform at all times outside the bedroom.
He folded his pajamas on top of the bed.
All trainees were given pajamas cut from the same standard gray linen cloth, with sizes divided into five ranges. Lee Jaheon completely folded up the largest size he had been given.
And those were not the only pajamas that had to be arranged.
Beside the trainee’s pajamas, the white bride’s clothes had to be laid out side by side as well.
This was practice for being a groom, one part of the curriculum this school taught as “instruction for a successful wedding.”
Lee Jaheon finished arranging them in an instant and left the bedroom at the appointed time.
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Then breakfast.
One must not be late to meals, and one had to eat with correct posture, handling the cutlery in the prescribed order.
The menu varied each time, but today it was almonds, roasted heart, and cornelian cherry juice.
During the meal, one was instructed to keep the bride’s glass from ever going…