Personally, I like this picture in relation to my part. LOL.
Previous chapter.
It had been a while since I’d joined the society when I first met Villette. I couldn’t even remember my previous name, where I lived, what I did. I couldn’t remember because I’d been Bartholomew Milas of the Cronus Class for seven years. Bartholomew Milas was all I knew.
Fortunately, she didn’t seem curious. Possibly because our first encounter involved much less communication and much more touching and probing, but I’ll never be sure.
But it’s not like I could help it. As a member of the Cronus Class, it’s always been my job to ensure the safety and security of the society. Nothing can be brought in, nothing can be brought out. We in the Cronus Class serve as the officers and militia of the society; hence, it’s only natural for us to examine newcomers like Villette carefully and thoroughly.
Honestly, though, I wasn’t worried; after all, she was approved for entry into the Veritas Class – the class that prided itself for its honest and moral members. In fact, I barely ever checked members admitted to the Veritas Class for that very reason. I mean… What reason would there be to examine them?
The day I met Villette, though, I checked.
I checked because a Cronus Supervisor was standing behind me, and I had no time to slack off or let a Veritas member pass.
… And even though we didn’t say a word to each other…
… Even though I probably made her feel (somehow) violated and wronged…
We met eyes.
And suddenly, I was glad that that Supervisor was standing there to make me (unnecessarily) check a Veritas.
Next chapter.
