A few minutes later, Luca walked out of the Mansion in the new crisp black army uniform.
He was adjusting his cuffs when he looked up to find Caedun waiting at the gate in the same black, though it had been adjusted to fit his form.
"You already went to the tailor?"
He asked as he approached the rather large boy.
Caedun nodded. "Couldn't exactly sit down and do nothing now, could I?"
Luca chuckled. "Alright, let's be on our way."
As they marched to the gym, their conversations stretched between the tasks, a bit of their trances and sparsely, their lives.
Luca had come to realise that Caedun was more prominent than he had thought.
He was the son of Egoists, who were members of the Moonglow Haven, the 7th rank Guild in the Federation.
A connection like that meant he was directly affiliated with a Guild and thus was not forced to sign the same document as Luca was.
'I mean, it's expected, but those under the control of the Federation are fewer than I thought.'
