Everyone has a good impression of Matthieu. He's always carefully dressed and smells fragrant. But some say they find him quiet and socially anxious. Huh? You say he's completely different from what everyone says? But he does often avoid people. For example, he'll walk into the Cafe and see everyone sitting there chatting—and turn and walk out. Initially, everyone thought he was shy because he was new. So they started making a point of inviting him along. He was always grateful and sometimes said he'd come. Yet he never turned up. And if he did put in an appearance, he never stayed long. So people started to think he had social anxiety. Wait, what? He didn't want to come because there were commoners there!? But even Carleen wouldn't talk like that! And even the term "commoner" is problematic. We are all Aurorians, aren't we?
—Vice.

My families are luxury clothiers. Yes, sure, most nobles don't need to work. But my grandfather made his fortune making clothes for aristocrats, and he was such a great craftsman he was named the exclusive supplier to the royal household. He was given a title and our family became nobles. We might have been newcomers, but our riches meant all the more-established families were queuing up to form marriages with us. I mean my parents, obviously, not me. I don't mind admitting it, though. My mother's family were nobles who had fallen on hard times, but she's still a woman of great refinement and did a lot to help the family business. It was a perfect match and a happy one. Oh, my weapon? This is a church relic! My grandfather followed the God of Light and donated a lot of money to help the church grow. And in gratitude, the church gave him this: Simon, Purger of Sins.

That's right. I am the legendary child prodigy of Dawn Academy. I was a teacher's assistant at ten and became the youngest judge ever at fifteen. Feel free to cheer and clap. Hey, why so skeptical? Go and ask Pittman and Irridon if you don't believe me! They were my classmates. Yes, of course they're four or five years older. But I kept skipping grades, and I caught up with them. That's why they called me a child prodigy. Ah, I do miss my schooldays. Everyone, teachers and pupils alike, was so good to me. I always remember the rainy days. I hate those annoying raindrops and all the icky mud. So any day it rained, one classmate would carry me home on his back while another two stood at either side carrying umbrellas and my satchel. No, of course that wasn't bullying. It was helping. Helping each other, that's all. I helped them too with their lessons and homework. They were, now I think about it, quite stupid to need help with such simple lessons.

Ah, Pittman's an interesting one. He bursts with righteousness. All I had to do was act weak or helpless, and he'd rush over to help. But he was older and cleverer than those morons I'd met in the younger grades. He soon realized what I was doing and that ended my fun. Anyway, I had to stop those games in order to become the teacher's assistant. Study must come first, after all. And I was good at it. That's why the school recommended me to the Hall of Justice. I was the youngest judge ever to be taken on. The Hall of Justice only offered me the work after careful consideration and extensive investigations. There was no favoritism or nepotism or anything like that. It was all my own work. I can understand your jealousy, but... well, what can I do?

As a gift to mark my appointment as a judge, my father gave me the relic presented to our family by the church. Simon, Purger of Sins. As for my work... well, there's nothing that challenges me. The only annoying thing is that partner of mine... I really don't understand why Irridon put me with Loewe. He's just so gloomy and scruffy. I was distraught when I saw him. I'd have simply refused if it hadn't been Irridon herself who put us together. Loewe is entirely unlikeable. He's worse than Pittman, even! He has no sympathy at all for his superiors. He just sits there quietly fuming, and then when he does speak, it's a non-stop torrent of merciless criticism. I've started to feel my working days aren't complete until we've had a blazing argument. I really must think of a way to get a new partner.