My arms are folded as I stand before a crowd of people.
With a firm stance that radiates authority, coupled with a scowl that exerts pressure, while also adding a hint of softness, I deeply sigh while staring at my audience.
The hot rays of the sun beat my olive skin, perspiration glittering on its surface. At the moment, we are in a garden outside; however, it is so large that it could resemble a park. This place exists in the southwestern part of the Academy's Middle Court. In essence, right in the middle of the Bronze Wing and Silver Wing.
As the winds blow, the grass around us dances, and the aroma of flowers fills the air.
Despite the hot atmosphere, the cool winds create a serene atmosphere, one that is further enhanced by the silence of my audience.
At first, there were a lot of side talks, but after they whispered among one another for so long, they began to fall silent one after the other. Now, no one speaks at all. They simply stare at me with curious gazes.
