The dorm where the nobles in the gold tier stayed was called Patrician's Keep. It had a large, luxurious Grand Atrium Lounge on the main floor.
At the moment, Leon walked over like he had just come back from a long, tiring day, with his coat slung over his shoulder while dragging down his tie to loosen it. Then he collapsed onto the couch, sprawling out completely without caring about how he looked.
While he stared blankly at the high ceiling, a white cat jumped up onto his leg, purring as it curled into a comfortable ball. Leon reached out a hand and slowly began scratching behind its ears.
Not long after that, a group of second-year cadets, consisting of two men and a woman, walked into the lounge. The three of them looked a lot more put-together, and a gleaming gold badge was pinned neatly to each of their outfits.
One of the men, a tall guy with pale green hair, noticed him and stepped closer.
