'The Infected who call themselves 'Reunion'... attacked three schools in the vicinity of the Infected slums... whoops.' 'Burned the paper again? Rewrite it.' The elderly Savra watches from across the desk as the Mountbelan heiress crumples the scorched paper and furiously tosses it into the rubbish bin. 'The Infected who call...' 'Five students were injured in the attack. Furthermore... No! This is pissing me off!' 'All that these 'Reunion' scoundrels are doing is getting revenge on society and making everyone even more afraid of the Infected! Professor, there is no way I can forgive them.' Her professor does not answer her directly. After a brief moment of silence, he picks up the pen that was tossed toward him and sets it down next to Ethelflaed. 'Try it again.' 'Article 5 of the 'Infected Regulation Act...' The Infected's area of activity shall be limited to... This is what they came up with after all those meetings? Haven't they learned their lesson from 'Reunion'—Oh, I'm very sorry, Professor. And I managed to control myself so well.' Ethelflaed lets go of the sheet of paper in a fluster. The meeting's document is once again scorched. '...It's really these documents' fault for being so foolish, though. Look at the ruckus the Infected are causing. How could those boneheaded lords still be cozying up to each other?' 'Professor, I'll write them all a letter of complaint.' 'They have to take the 'Reunion' problem more seriously and deal with it in the most effective manner. They must immediately—' 'Uhh... It's burning again.' 'Right. Try it one more time.' 'Finally, exiled Infected are extraordinarily likely to bear a grudge and seek opportunities for revenge against the city... Phew, I'm done, Professor. I'm not particularly fond of this justification, but they don't leave me much choice. We have to put it in terms that those stubborn, short-sighted blockheads can understand.' Ethelflaed wrote fifteen whole pages with the neatest handwriting and not the slightest scorch mark. She looks excitedly toward her professor. 'Good.' Angst nods and takes out a letter he had written. It is addressed to a 'Rhodes Island', a name she is unfamiliar with. 'You know the theory. You have mastered the techniques. Your studies can finally begin.' 'You want to solve both the Infected's problems and the 'Reunion' problem... In that case, you should meet those who are truly fighting those problems head on.'