Classroom of The Elite x AOT: Wax Wings

Vol 1.5 - House Painter

I let out a sigh of exasperation as my horse galloped at top speed, carrying me from Trost District back into Wall Maria. The recent encounter with those peculiar Military Police soldiers had left a lasting impression on my mind.

Do I have to worry about bounty hunters now?

They were different from the standard Military Police, these individuals displayed a level of skill and competency beyond the ordinary. It seemed they didn't appreciate resistance from their targets, however.

I do recall a memory from when I was 9, when I fought government-trained fighters. Those MPs were a notch or two below them in power. I guess that's the best you can get in this world.

Speaking of this world...

One piece of the puzzle had fallen into place. If I were to draw a comparison, it resembled something out of the Soviet Union, akin to the KGB—a unit adept at silencing dissent and, in literary terms, suppressing wrong-think.

I began to form an understanding of how the government managed to hide their lies for so long—they simply killed individuals who delved too deeply into the true nature of humanity's existence within the walls.

Could the MPs have multiple informants scattered across the walls? If so, how many? I speculated on a few dozen in each major city like Trost. Did this mean the librarian or the pastor was an informant? That means, since they've seen my face, I'd be a target...

Another unsettling thought lingered...

I hadn't shared my theories or the information I possessed with anyone. Was there some form of mind-reading magic at play that I wasn't aware of? This could explain how they perceived me as a threat.

However, that theory didn't entirely add up.

As the wind pushed against my back, I delved deeper into my situation. I still hadn't obtained the necessary documents of identification or made significant progress in solving the mystery surrounding my predicament. Constant trouble seemed to follow me in this world—encounters with the military police, criminals, and the regression of my age. Ignorant people, lazy people, and those with competence—my journey in this world presented a myriad of troublesome challenges.

Either way, my challenges were human. They had flaws that could easily be exploited...

They also bled the same blood that could soak the streets.

||𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑: 𝐖𝐀𝐗 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒||

Mitras, the Royal Capital of the Walls, stood as the opulent abode of the royal Fritz Family. A haven of luxury, it attracted the wealthiest and most elite members of society. Its grand architecture, delectable cuisine, and extravagant indulgences made it a coveted destination for those within the walls, provided they could afford the privilege.

Within its walls resided the renowned Royal Assembly of King Fritz, a council comprising the most influential figures in the realm. Their official duty, under the king's jurisdiction, was to provide counsel to the monarch and oversee local governance.

In theory, at least...

SLAM!!

The resounding echo of a wooden table and a pair of hands slamming against it reverberated within the council chambers.

"Lord Aruille, please calm yourself," a voice attempted to pacify the visibly agitated man.

"How can I be calm? I was taught that the Asian Clan was wiped off the face of the map! The truth behind the walls can be put into jeopardy as long as that—that—whatever it is still exists!"