Dijon hissed a little as Cedar showed him a photo of the Night's Isle. It was completely destroyed.

"What...?"

"This was done for apparently the peace of civilization. There were 400 casualties and the people that did this don't believe us." Marcus was silent as Dijon twitched.

"Who?" Cedar gave him a paper.

"I wrote them all down."

^*^

Dijon smiled as the Night 5 of Fiore and Almia grouped up, doing a count on the kills that New Moon Evening.

"The highest Fiore count is Janice with 479."

"Fuck-"

"And Almia is Dijon with 478."

"I am one off. Oh dear lord of Night."

^*^

Dijon was silent as he eyed Ponte, who seemed as mysterious as always. The green haired boy still wore his Dim Sun as he spoke to Linda and Sven about something.

"It doesn't make sense."

"It could. We're just missing something."

"Yeah, but your sight doesn't help us."

"Shut up."

"Gentlemen." Dijon hummed as Ponte rubbed his face.

"They're going to find out."

"Surprised you're not caught yet."

"I'll let you know when they do." Dijon hummed at that.

^*^

Crepe finally got up as they celebrated. He also exposed Ponte, who acted like he hadn't changed from the Dim Sun outfit.

"Ponte, why don't you put on your real uniform? Because I've seen you in it." Ponte almost spit out his drink as Linda and Sven glanced at him.

"What?"

"There's yearbooks in the school's library. There's one with you a few years ago that says you graduated and became a Unit." Ponte stared at him for a few seconds, trying to solve his words, before he spoke.

"No... I graduated with you guys-"

"Looking over the yearbooks, it says that you graduated a few times."

"Are you sure it's not someone that looks like me?"

"It has your name." Linda was chuckling really quietly as Ponte paused.

"How? I only graduated once. You guys were there for that." Crepe frowned.

"Don't lie. I remember seeing you tell a group of students something only an experienced Ranger would know. They didn't see you do it, but I did." Ponte glared at Linda.

"I blame you for this."

"What? For your voice?" Ponte rolled his eyes as he went downstairs, gaining a chuckle from the others. He returned in a ranger uniform with a sigh.

"Fine. I blame Sven for this."

"Excuse me?" The others lost it at that.