Rust and Sea Breeze

When the reformer's sword fell, three hundred noble heads fell to the ground. Yierlin Hoffman survived—not only did she survive, but she also received the scholarship that had been taken away from her, lived in a two-person room that could only be entered by noble children in the past, and had unlimited food in the cafeteria. When her father became seriously ill that winter, she filled out the application form. Armored soldiers. Four years. With subsidies and full medical coverage, the family can breathe a sigh of relief. On the train, she met a girl with blond hair and freckles, who chirped, "I'm trying not to starve to death." The girl's name was Emilia von Hessen, a former aristocratic lady and now a "former aristocrat". Like her, she took the same train to the same place. The First Combined Military Academy of the Empire. One never dares to cry out that he is tired, and the other never dares to stop talking. They spent four years living in that city of granite and steel, becoming another person. This is not a story about war. This is a story about "becoming". The iron rose grows in the shadow of the guillotine. And they just get up early every day, train, eat, and sleep. Then one day I realized that I had gone through a path that I didn't dare to think about before.