Where am I?
What am I doing?... Is this even politics anymore?
Vergil stared at the whiteboard, now layered and detailed with words as sharp as the blade of a bureaucratic guillotine.
His notes had long since stopped being notes, reduced to mere scribbles that summarised the text instead of explaining it. His mind, too, was also beginning to slip.
He glanced around the classroom, only to see students exchanging notes while others wrote furiously in order to keep up. He turned to look at Yuna.
The same face since he met her, her pen moving with an almost mechanical grace.
Vergil wanted to bang his head on the table to reset his brain. But he refrained... just barely.
At the front, Caelum kept talking. His hands moving with precision on the whiteboard. "The main Trade Negotiation system that governs Vaeloria's international agreements is the MREA. Which stands for Multilateral Regulatory Equilibrium Accord." Caelum explained without pause.
