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“You say that, Claudia, but you put larger portions of food than me on that plate…” Mary commented as the two retreated to a corner table to enjoy dinner. It just so happened that the one who appeared to be looking for a place to sit down was Sherlock, who could not find a vacant table and chair.

“Mister Escott,” Mary called out. “If you’re looking for a vacant table I’d think you are out of luck. Why not join us?” She kindly offered, motioning to the seat beside her with her other hand.

Surprised to hear his alternate name being called, Sherlock searched for the familiar voice and found both Claudia and Mary sitting at a table not too far from where he stood. Sherlock thought to be impressed, but considering who Mary was, it was to be expected that she had a table, though at the same time, he had come fairly late, so there was no way of knowing how coveted the tables actually were.

“Good evening to you Mary. Ah, and to you as well Claudia,” Sherlock gave a short bow before heading to his seat with a plate well-stacked with food in tow.

“Good evening, Mister Escott,” Mary greeted. “I see you have decided to come here after all. What do you think of this occasion so far?”

“The place is as extravagant as I had expected it to be, and the people here are incredibly high profile. However, my interests don’t seem to extend beyond that. A lot of talking to be had, but that is not something I enjoy too much of. However, I must say that the food is magnificent; truly lives up to expectations. Otherwise, this is like any other party so far, but… larger, much larger. Are there any events planned for these meetings?”

“Even I cannot tell you that, Mister Escott. Regrettably, this is my first time attending a festivity of this calibre. I know not what to expect, no doubt,” Claudia replied, looking around for any clue of what was planned to no avail. She just saw people getting their money haggled like usual.

Mary took a moment to think how Claudia utterly lacked the manner to give Sherlock a proper greeting, but shook the thought aside. “The true purpose of this event is to argue about the Magic World’s laws and perhaps have newer laws,” she informed Sherlock and Claudia; both of whom seemed to be ignorant of the event’s true purposes. “I believe they are already discussing them in some other hall, actually…”

“I see,” Sherlock sighed with a blend of annoyance and disappointment. “We’ll need to wait for our turns then I suppose. Nonetheless, let me be the first to ask. How have you two been faring?”

“That’s not how it works, you have to go there if you want any part in it, Mister Escott,” Mary replied, then smiled. “I had been faring well with all the homework, thank you.” She almost scoffed, and stopped herself in time; not wanting to think any further about the pile of homeworks she had left to complete.

“I have also been well, lately. How about you, Mister Escott? I have not seen much of you ever since that one time at the bridge,” Claudia replied, scratching the back of her head and taking a small bite from her meal. Unfortunately for her, it was hard to satiate her appetite from such food, however delicious they were.

“Indeed, it’s been quite some time. As for myself, it is business as usual. I suppose since both of you are here it is fair to assume that you two know my line of work. Nothing’s changed, except of course for this meeting,” Sherlock said. “Do you have any idea on how to get in on the meeting, Mary?”

“I’d think it’s fair to say that I do know the line of work, yes,” Mary responded, giving a nod. “Any of us may join so long as the debates are ongoing, we simply need to go to a different hall. Your name and and known identity will be recorded when you enter so be wary. A person like you would rather ignore it, I presume?”

“Simple as that?” Claudia asked after swallowing a bit of her food. “No certain requirements that a noble would most likely have?”

“That is the requirement for entry to this event. That or affiliation to an officially recognised Organization as they are invited every year… Well, I suppose it does not matter as long as a high-ranking noble issues a letter for you; it’s your ticket to entry as you’d know it,” Mary explained. “Otherwise, they want votes and ideas of a new rule, so they wouldn’t have such an entry requirement for said hall.”

“What a shame, though I guess that kind of checking system is to be expected.” Sherlock slouched back in his chair in disappointment. “Well aside from the meeting, is there anything else worth noting here?”

“Mn… you may have seen the gambling side of things and the good food. Other than that, there is the merchandise section where various sellers from the Magic World sells magical items, vis, and the like with a discount. There are events to look forward to, such as the Queen playing the piano for the guests, or the magical orchestra that is supposed to make one’s soul feel enchanted. Aside from all this, notable guests like the Japanese Magic Magister Takeru Mikaido, are attending. There are also people like Malign Mika, Laura, and even the Director of the Royal Academy and his famous assistant partaking in the event tonight,” Mary answered.

Claudia puffed her cheek in disappointment at the mention of the Director’s so-called famous assistant. Clearly, she still had a bad taste in her mouth from their first meeting together. And that size, oh Gods, that lamentable size. It made her even more annoying than before. “Oh. Well, that sounds like it's going to be a grand affair altogether, then,” she said with a hint of grimace in her voice.

“Sounds exciting enough,” Sherlock said while continuing to work his way through his plate of food. “Seems that this might just be worth the time. I wonder if we’ll get to talk to the Queen in person. You can tell a lot of a person from a simple conversation after all.”

“Yes indeed, Mister Escott,” Mary replied with a nod. This was coming from the second person sitting across the table who was quite the observant one, and Mary prided herself in this particular skill. “Most of the nobles would introduce themselves with their titles, as would magicians from the distant Organizations wanting to spread their names. The Queen… hasn’t appeared so far, but I’d think she would come to this hall soon enough.”

“Have you spoken to the Queen before Mary? What’s she like?” Sherlock asked.

“Who knows? They say she is an admirable figure, however,” Mary said, keeping her answer vague.

“People with that kind of positioning tend to have some rather skewed ideologies. The most amicable leaders are also the most extreme in their own ways. The path of good intentions may be paved with destruction, but I suppose there is no point in mulling over details we don’t know. So Claudia, I haven’t seen you since the last mission; are you still an apprentice mage?”

Claudia hummed as Mary stared her down, nodding promptly to Escott’s question. “Yes, but I decided to distribute my free time into my studies; I had quit The Society to make sure this promise would remain true. I plan to become a Magister in the near future, if possible.”

“I did not think you could simply quit The Society so easily. That’s very interesting. I’m glad to hear that you’ve found a path that you can follow, though.”

Claudia nodded. “Quite. I learned that this world is small – Magical and the former; it's best to live life to the fullest. Who knows? Time may collapse into itself and we may all die tomorrow, as grim as that sounds.”

Claudia completely ignored my comment on The Society; Did she do it on purpose? Considering how powerful The Society actually is, you would need to be in a powerful position to be given that kind of freedom. In addition, her comment on time collapsing was just as unsettling, though trying to decipher anything meaningful out of it would probably be fruitless. “Time collapsing on itself?” Sherlock questioned. “That’s certainly an odd way for the world to end. That aside Claudia, how did you manage to quit The Society? I imagine that if I tried to leave, the moment I turned a corner I would be hunted down.”

“Sounds odd indeed.” Mary agreed. The Society was wary of people whom knew how to approach their members, they say. “I could very well imagine them trying to hunt her down in that case too.”

“Who knows?” Claudia asked nonchalantly. “If anything, they would be awaiting a foul move to be made before hunting me down. I don't like to think about it, but it sounds to be an act likely made by them.” She turned to Escott with a dim smile. “I would not think of what I said too much. It was simply in a metaphorical sense.”

Despite all that might've happened, Claudia’s changed a lot and very little at the same time. She’s definitely not lying about The Society regarding her as a different kind of entity now. Something's changed about her. If she was just powerful, then surely The Society wouldn’t hesitate to chain her down. Either she’s disillusioned about her power or she has something behind her pulling much more than her weight, something that could rival The Society, but does something like that even exist? It’s possible since I’m rather new here, but far-fetched at best. Either way, if I’m correct then Claudia’s lies are as clear as back at the bridge long ago. She’s not trying to become a Magister let alone study at all. If she’s left then that means she has something against The Society, a reason to fight back. Let’s see if I can get an edge just like old times.

Sherlock relaxed himself and casually asked, “That reminds me Claudia, I actually think you’re missing out on some good information in The Society. I thumbed through some documents recently and the last appointed Magister had some pretty absurd powers. I think he had a power similar to yours, right?”

“Hmm? A power similar to mine? The forbidden spell, you mean?” Claudia asked with a quirked eyebrow. “I had no clue Magisters would claim to using such a spell, unless they could be in league with Diabolists?”

The girl who was not actively responding to questioning Claudia almost palmed her forehead when Claudia said that. She is an idiot, and Sherlock could fool even the smart people. Dear God… Mary concluded in her mind.

“Well, you can never really tell how much truth can be stretched. Even in the Magic World, there are bound to be tabloids. Since you were aiming to become one I figured you could confirm if the rumours were true, but it seems you weren’t even aware of it. What do you know about the previous Magister? I’ve been looking it up, but as you can see, information is not always easy to find for me…” Sherlock continued to casually ask. If someone is gunning for such a high position, then they should know at least the bare minimum about previous titleholders. If I’m correct, then this should be fairly hard for her. Sherlock didn’t know if Mary was with Claudia, but he shot her a glance regardless. He wanted to at least let Mary know that he had the situation under control.

Mary simply smiled, as if letting Sherlock know that he was free to do as he pleased. This inquisition would be to her benefit later, perhaps.

Claudia unknowingly cracked her index finger. What is this man playing at, asking all of these questions? It is the bridge all over again. Then again, I digress. Mister Escott really is as nosey as I remember… almost like he’s some detective in a novel, she thought. Claudia eyed Escott with the most modest look she could manage, and said. “Ah, forgive me. To my own displeasure, I cannot remember most things about Magisters at all. These days I am more focused on my own progress to care about the matters of other people.”

Wait a minute. This could actually be a terrible situation. By my logic, if Claudia is indeed backed by some entity that even The Society does not want to mess with, then it is perhaps in my best interests to not aggravate her. I have enough problems with The Society as it is. I’m sure that she’s hiding something big, and there is practically no chance that an up-and-coming Magister wouldn’t know about the current ones. I don’t know the first thing about any Magister, but it seems Claudia is just as lost as I am. I don't remember her cracking her fingers when I pressured her before. Is it a new habit? Is she extra agitated? It’s possible I’ve already gone too far.

“Ah, that’s too bad; it’s only natural that you’d be busy considering your path. Don’t worry about me, I’m sure I’ll figure out what I need eventually. Which reminds me…” Sherlock glanced around. “I think I spy several other people that might be worth talking to. Would either of you care to join me?”

Claudia shrugged. “Why not? I don’t mind meeting new people at all,” she said, standing up from her seat. She tentatively pushed the chair back under the table.

Oh no... this was the last thing I expected, Sherlock gave a quick shot towards Mary, raising his eyebrows hoping that she had a solution. After all, Sherlock had no intention of actually meeting others, he simply needed to give the table some room for breathing.

“Why don’t you join me at the ball instead, Claudia? I forgot to mention, but there is a ball taking place in another hall,” Mary offered at Sherlock’s behest, finishing up her food. She cast a glance at Claudia’s plate. Only half of her food were finished.

“Oh lovely! A ball sounds riveting,” Claudia replied, beaming at the idea of dancing. She always enjoyed that type of thing, not that she would do it in front of other people, but regardless, as long as Mary was there, why not? “I apologise Mister Escott, I would love to meet your acquaintances, but I have never attended a ball before. Could we possibly talk later?”

“Ah, pay no mind. Feel free to enjoy yourself. After all, this kind of event doesn’t happen all that often. And sure, we could catch up a bit more the next time we meet,” Sherlock said with a smile and a wave as he got up from his seat, leaving his almost cleaned plate behind. “Well, I will leave you two ladies to yourselves. May you enjoy the night,” He bowed as he said his parting words and subsequently turned to walk amongst the rest of the crowd.

“You say that, Claudia, but you put larger portions of food than me on that plate…” Mary commented as the two retreated to a corner table to enjoy dinner. It just so happened that the one who appeared to be looking for a place to sit down was Sherlock, who could not find a vacant table and chair.

“Mister Escott,” Mary called out. “If you’re looking for a vacant table I’d think you are out of luck. Why not join us?” She kindly offered, motioning to the seat beside her with her other hand.

Surprised to hear his alternate name being called, Sherlock searched for the familiar voice and found both Claudia and Mary sitting at a table not too far from where he stood. Sherlock thought to be impressed, but considering who Mary was, it was to be expected that she had a table, though at the same time, he had come fairly late, so there was no way of knowing how coveted the tables actually were.

“Good evening to you Mary. Ah, and to you as well Claudia,” Sherlock gave a short bow before heading to his seat with a plate well-stacked with food in tow.

“Good evening, Mister Escott,” Mary greeted. “I see you have decided to come here after all. What do you think of this occasion so far?”

“The place is as extravagant as I had expected it to be, and the people here are incredibly high profile. However, my interests don’t seem to extend beyond that. A lot of talking to be had, but that is not something I enjoy too much of. However, I must say that the food is magnificent; truly lives up to expectations. Otherwise, this is like any other party so far, but… larger, much larger. Are there any events planned for these meetings?”

“Even I cannot tell you that, Mister Escott. Regrettably, this is my first time attending a festivity of this calibre. I know not what to expect, no doubt,” Claudia replied, looking around for any clue of what was planned to no avail. She just saw people getting their money haggled like usual.

Mary took a moment to think how Claudia utterly lacked the manner to give Sherlock a proper greeting, but shook the thought aside. “The true purpose of this event is to argue about the Magic World’s laws and perhaps have newer laws,” she informed Sherlock and Claudia; both of whom seemed to be ignorant of the event’s true purposes. “I believe they are already discussing them in some other hall, actually…”

“I see,” Sherlock sighed with a blend of annoyance and disappointment. “We’ll need to wait for our turns then I suppose. Nonetheless, let me be the first to ask. How have you two been faring?”

“That’s not how it works, you have to go there if you want any part in it, Mister Escott,” Mary replied, then smiled. “I had been faring well with all the homework, thank you.” She almost scoffed, and stopped herself in time; not wanting to think any further about the pile of homeworks she had left to complete.

“I have also been well, lately. How about you, Mister Escott? I have not seen much of you ever since that one time at the bridge,” Claudia replied, scratching the back of her head and taking a small bite from her meal. Unfortunately for her, it was hard to satiate her appetite from such food, however delicious they were.

“Indeed, it’s been quite some time. As for myself, it is business as usual. I suppose since both of you are here it is fair to assume that you two know my line of work. Nothing’s changed, except of course for this meeting,” Sherlock said. “Do you have any idea on how to get in on the meeting, Mary?”

“I’d think it’s fair to say that I do know the line of work, yes,” Mary responded, giving a nod. “Any of us may join so long as the debates are ongoing, we simply need to go to a different hall. Your name and and known identity will be recorded when you enter so be wary. A person like you would rather ignore it, I presume?”

“Simple as that?” Claudia asked after swallowing a bit of her food. “No certain requirements that a noble would most likely have?”

“That is the requirement for entry to this event. That or affiliation to an officially recognised Organization as they are invited every year… Well, I suppose it does not matter as long as a high-ranking noble issues a letter for you; it’s your ticket to entry as you’d know it,” Mary explained. “Otherwise, they want votes and ideas of a new rule, so they wouldn’t have such an entry requirement for said hall.”

“What a shame, though I guess that kind of checking system is to be expected.” Sherlock slouched back in his chair in disappointment. “Well aside from the meeting, is there anything else worth noting here?”

“Mn… you may have seen the gambling side of things and the good food. Other than that, there is the merchandise section where various sellers from the Magic World sells magical items, vis, and the like with a discount. There are events to look forward to, such as the Queen playing the piano for the guests, or the magical orchestra that is supposed to make one’s soul feel enchanted. Aside from all this, notable guests like the Japanese Magic Magister Takeru Mikaido, are attending. There are also people like Malign Mika, Laura, and even the Director of the Royal Academy and his famous assistant partaking in the event tonight,” Mary answered.

Claudia puffed her cheek in disappointment at the mention of the Director’s so-called famous assistant. Clearly, she still had a bad taste in her mouth from their first meeting together. And that size, oh Gods, that lamentable size. It made her even more annoying than before. “Oh. Well, that sounds like it's going to be a grand affair altogether, then,” she said with a hint of grimace in her voice.

“Sounds exciting enough,” Sherlock said while continuing to work his way through his plate of food. “Seems that this might just be worth the time. I wonder if we’ll get to talk to the Queen in person. You can tell a lot of a person from a simple conversation after all.”

“Yes indeed, Mister Escott,” Mary replied with a nod. This was coming from the second person sitting across the table who was quite the observant one, and Mary prided herself in this particular skill. “Most of the nobles would introduce themselves with their titles, as would magicians from the distant Organizations wanting to spread their names. The Queen… hasn’t appeared so far, but I’d think she would come to this hall soon enough.”

“Have you spoken to the Queen before Mary? What’s she like?” Sherlock asked.

“Who knows? They say she is an admirable figure, however,” Mary said, keeping her answer vague.

“People with that kind of positioning tend to have some rather skewed ideologies. The most amicable leaders are also the most extreme in their own ways. The path of good intentions may be paved with destruction, but I suppose there is no point in mulling over details we don’t know. So Claudia, I haven’t seen you since the last mission; are you still an apprentice mage?”

Claudia hummed as Mary stared her down, nodding promptly to Escott’s question. “Yes, but I decided to distribute my free time into my studies; I had quit The Society to make sure this promise would remain true. I plan to become a Magister in the near future, if possible.”

“I did not think you could simply quit The Society so easily. That’s very interesting. I’m glad to hear that you’ve found a path that you can follow, though.”

Claudia nodded. “Quite. I learned that this world is small – Magical and the former; it's best to live life to the fullest. Who knows? Time may collapse into itself and we may all die tomorrow, as grim as that sounds.”

Claudia completely ignored my comment on The Society; Did she do it on purpose? Considering how powerful The Society actually is, you would need to be in a powerful position to be given that kind of freedom. In addition, her comment on time collapsing was just as unsettling, though trying to decipher anything meaningful out of it would probably be fruitless. “Time collapsing on itself?” Sherlock questioned. “That’s certainly an odd way for the world to end. That aside Claudia, how did you manage to quit The Society? I imagine that if I tried to leave, the moment I turned a corner I would be hunted down.”

“Sounds odd indeed.” Mary agreed. The Society was wary of people whom knew how to approach their members, they say. “I could very well imagine them trying to hunt her down in that case too.”

“Who knows?” Claudia asked nonchalantly. “If anything, they would be awaiting a foul move to be made before hunting me down. I don't like to think about it, but it sounds to be an act likely made by them.” She turned to Escott with a dim smile. “I would not think of what I said too much. It was simply in a metaphorical sense.”

Despite all that might've happened, Claudia’s changed a lot and very little at the same time. She’s definitely not lying about The Society regarding her as a different kind of entity now. Something's changed about her. If she was just powerful, then surely The Society wouldn’t hesitate to chain her down. Either she’s disillusioned about her power or she has something behind her pulling much more than her weight, something that could rival The Society, but does something like that even exist? It’s possible since I’m rather new here, but far-fetched at best. Either way, if I’m correct then Claudia’s lies are as clear as back at the bridge long ago. She’s not trying to become a Magister let alone study at all. If she’s left then that means she has something against The Society, a reason to fight back. Let’s see if I can get an edge just like old times.

Sherlock relaxed himself and casually asked, “That reminds me Claudia, I actually think you’re missing out on some good information in The Society. I thumbed through some documents recently and the last appointed Magister had some pretty absurd powers. I think he had a power similar to yours, right?”

“Hmm? A power similar to mine? The forbidden spell, you mean?” Claudia asked with a quirked eyebrow. “I had no clue Magisters would claim to using such a spell, unless they could be in league with Diabolists?”

The girl who was not actively responding to questioning Claudia almost palmed her forehead when Claudia said that. She is an idiot, and Sherlock could fool even the smart people. Dear God… Mary concluded in her mind.

“Well, you can never really tell how much truth can be stretched. Even in the Magic World, there are bound to be tabloids. Since you were aiming to become one I figured you could confirm if the rumours were true, but it seems you weren’t even aware of it. What do you know about the previous Magister? I’ve been looking it up, but as you can see, information is not always easy to find for me…” Sherlock continued to casually ask. If someone is gunning for such a high position, then they should know at least the bare minimum about previous titleholders. If I’m correct, then this should be fairly hard for her. Sherlock didn’t know if Mary was with Claudia, but he shot her a glance regardless. He wanted to at least let Mary know that he had the situation under control.

Mary simply smiled, as if letting Sherlock know that he was free to do as he pleased. This inquisition would be to her benefit later, perhaps.

Claudia unknowingly cracked her index finger. What is this man playing at, asking all of these questions? It is the bridge all over again. Then again, I digress. Mister Escott really is as nosey as I remember… almost like he’s some detective in a novel, she thought. Claudia eyed Escott with the most modest look she could manage, and said. “Ah, forgive me. To my own displeasure, I cannot remember most things about Magisters at all. These days I am more focused on my own progress to care about the matters of other people.”

Wait a minute. This could actually be a terrible situation. By my logic, if Claudia is indeed backed by some entity that even The Society does not want to mess with, then it is perhaps in my best interests to not aggravate her. I have enough problems with The Society as it is. I’m sure that she’s hiding something big, and there is practically no chance that an up-and-coming Magister wouldn’t know about the current ones. I don’t know the first thing about any Magister, but it seems Claudia is just as lost as I am. I don't remember her cracking her fingers when I pressured her before. Is it a new habit? Is she extra agitated? It’s possible I’ve already gone too far.

“Ah, that’s too bad; it’s only natural that you’d be busy considering your path. Don’t worry about me, I’m sure I’ll figure out what I need eventually. Which reminds me…” Sherlock glanced around. “I think I spy several other people that might be worth talking to. Would either of you care to join me?”

Claudia shrugged. “Why not? I don’t mind meeting new people at all,” she said, standing up from her seat. She tentatively pushed the chair back under the table.

Oh no... this was the last thing I expected, Sherlock gave a quick shot towards Mary, raising his eyebrows hoping that she had a solution. After all, Sherlock had no intention of actually meeting others, he simply needed to give the table some room for breathing.

“Why don’t you join me at the ball instead, Claudia? I forgot to mention, but there is a ball taking place in another hall,” Mary offered at Sherlock’s behest, finishing up her food. She cast a glance at Claudia’s plate. Only half of her food were finished.

“Oh lovely! A ball sounds riveting,” Claudia replied, beaming at the idea of dancing. She always enjoyed that type of thing, not that she would do it in front of other people, but regardless, as long as Mary was there, why not? “I apologise Mister Escott, I would love to meet your acquaintances, but I have never attended a ball before. Could we possibly talk later?”

“Ah, pay no mind. Feel free to enjoy yourself. After all, this kind of event doesn’t happen all that often. And sure, we could catch up a bit more the next time we meet,” Sherlock said with a smile and a wave as he got up from his seat, leaving his almost cleaned plate behind. “Well, I will leave you two ladies to yourselves. May you enjoy the night,” He bowed as he said his parting words and subsequently turned to walk amongst the rest of the crowd.

The Engine lights were designed differently, making the lightings appear marvelous, while the decorations were vividly red and romantic. Tsuruko looked at the red carpets located in this other hall where the feets adorned with shoes and heels danced across the floor. There were musicians on both sides, playing classical music with their instruments. Waltz wasn’t a type of dancing Tsuruko was familiar with. Moreover, dancing itself was something she hadn’t quite done before, much less practice for that matter. So she felt rather nervous. To make it worse, there seemed to be quite a lot of ladies checking out her only companion, too, it seemed.

“Ah, love is in the air here,” Thomas commented, taking in a deep breath, savouring the atmosphere within the hall. “I like social occasions like these. Unlike the other hall, the younger individuals gather here more frequently every year, with fervent wishes to find their destined partners. Look, your friend is there too,” he added, indirectly ushering toward a direction where Elizabeth was located, who was surrounded by a number of noble men who were all… seemingly courting her. It seemed rather competitive and heated, and Elizabeth seemed to be able to handle them with ease.

However did he know that Elizabeth was her friend? Regardless, just as Thomas said; Tsuruko couldn’t find many adults here.

“Is it so…” Tsuruko glanced over Thomas’ shoulder to see the seemingly young females still staring over, then looked over to Elizabeth and noticed the exact same thing happening, only with males. Popularity must be a great thing, she thought, but she didn’t want to be in the shoes of those two, either. Gazing back at Thomas, she pursed her lips. “You could’ve chosen someone else to dance with, you know.”

“Oh dear, I chose you because I wished to dance with you, Miss Tsuruko; simple as that,” Thomas said, not displeased by the statement in the slightest. “Not because I simply wish to dance.”

Tsuruko gave a small giggle. “Then I hope your reason of choice was not to shame me or anything.”

“Haha! You may think of it that way if you so wish,” Thomas said, grinning widely, not entirely denying the statement, even if it were a joke, “This could be a perfect chance to pay you back for intentionally using my other name so openly, despite my qualms.”

“Oh, I didn’t mean to,” Tsuruko gave a sly smile, feeling tempted to use Thomas’ other name again, but decided against it. “Tho~mas.”

“Ahaha! Well, I was joking anyway. I am glad that you have relaxed, though. You seemed considerably rigid – even strict to yourself regarding manners – from when I first met you.”

“I am strict with my own manners, but the most ones are used towards elders, or in Japan, like bowing.”

“That is a little flawed if you ask me,” Thomas commented, especially after hearing the part about †˜Japan’. Were manners employed based on location? Really? “I thought you’d more or less act particularly polite with almost everyone. Then again, I am one for equality, so I could be wrong.”

“I think it’s more in application than in theory,” Tsuruko explained. “I just keep in mind what can or cannot be done, wherever and whenever.”

“Understood. Now, shall we go, my lady?” Thomas said, giving a wink.

“Um, then if you would lead on…” Tsuruko fidgeted a little.

Thomas took Tsuruko’s hand, and gently kissed its back.

“Of course, that’s my duty as the gentleman. I shall assume that you have at least observed the general posture.” He then lead Tsuruko to the dancing floor at the center of the hall. With the next chorus of the music they begun.

Tsuruko did note the basic posture, and placed a hand on Thomas’ shoulder, while he placed his hand behind her shoulder, and clasped her right hand before their fingers were intertwined. Obviously, this was hard for her to follow even if Thomas was leading her as best as possible. The steps caused a cluttering noise of the footwork, something that stressed her instead of please. She looked down to observe Thomas’ foot, but he indirectly signalled that it was ungraceful to do so, so she looked back up to him… and stepped on his foot.

“It’s… okay,” he said, smiling despite looking a little pained. “A classic beginner’s mistake, that one. Everyone does so at the learning stage. Relax. Enjoy yourself more.”

“I don’t think.. I could be enjoying… anything right now,” Tsuruko muttered, in between Thomas’ guided movements. She gripped his hand tightly for fear of falling, and tried her very best to contort her body as Thomas wanted her to.

“But that’s such a waste!” Thomas said, reminding Tsuruko with an assuring movement of his hand that was holding the back of her shoulder. The two were around, slowly and steadily, like the rest of the couples dancing on the same floor. Apparently that was how it was supposed to be. “The music! The environment! The people! You! And me! Don’t you think all of this sets a beautiful stage? If you take your mind off your worry of clumsiness, there is a different world awaiting your gaze.” Despite his words, he was already enduring the second stepping of her foot on his.

“B-But...I can’t help it,” Tsuruko said, “It’s my first time…. and I’m not clumsy.”

“I see, then would you like me to take the dance to the next level?” he said with a playful grin.

“N-Next level?”

“That’s when you pivot, yes,” Thomas said, the grin getting bigger. “You aren’t clumsy so this shouldn’t be too hard, yes?”

“Y-Yes.” Tsuruko didn’t know what she would’ve expected. She braced herself.

Thomas then released Tsuruko from his grip at the back of her shoulder, and had her pivot… or so he thought. Tsuruko, as one who couldn’t quite dance, flailed and wasn’t give quite the spin that one would desire. She was sure that she heard some chuckles.

“Oh dear,” Thomas said. “I suppose you are clumsy after all?”

“I-It’s a natural fear of death.”

“That’s an over-” however, instead of finishing, he pulled Tsuruko close to him immediately.

Tsuruko was surprised, and looked at Thomas; he was serious, contrary to the situation.

“Miss Tsuruko, we’re being targeted,” he whispered to her ear. In his other hand was something like a needle that Tsuruko felt when he placed his hand behind her again.

“O-Oooooh…” Tsuruko still was stunned from being brought close to a man. But then after a short shake of her head she snapped back, not being surprised at all following these events, “Who are these people that are attacking?”

“I can’t see, they’re hiding well. Anyway, it’s probably better for us to leave,” Thomas replied, the two stopped dancing and rushed into the crowd. He could certainly continue to feel the stare from behind.

Outside the halls, the two walked at a fast pace unlike the others. Thomas turned and caught another needle that was thrown at them. Due to the people, however, he couldn’t tell who it was.

“Well, this is difficult, I’m not sure where would be safe,” he said as they entered the previous hall they were in.

“Me neither unfortunately, being my first time here… wouldn’t we be safer in the crowds? Unless they are not afraid to kill innocent people, of course.”

“I don’t think they would kill in the public – where veteran mages are in – that way… perhaps you are right. Let’s stick with the people.”

When Tsuruko entered, the party seemed to be already in progress. Everything was new to her tonight. The architecture, the classy people with silver tongues, the steam engines for gambling. All of this was a new world to her altogether. She found a note earlier when she got off of bed from Alice in the hotel; saying that they were leaving her behind from the crunch of the job so she could spend an evening full of lavish luxury and good times. Leon was supposed to be her guide in the Queen’s Meeting but she hadn’t met him yet.

She wandered about the hall, watched the people, tried to listen to the conversations, but couldn’t understand much English, and just sat in the corner of the place at some point. Eventually, she noticed someone she knew from back in Japan’s Eastern Eastern Academy; Elizabeth Cavendish Bentinck, a noble who transferred to the said Academy for reasons none knew. She came into the hall through an intricately designed door when she noticed her. There seemed to be two gentlemen she was speaking with, but she waved them goodbye and they left her side. Perhaps this was a good chance to say hello?

Carefully making her way through the crowded hall she approached Elizabeth and gave a slight tap on the edge of her shoulder before greeting her all the same. She tried to follow everyone else here talking in fluid sentences in English, but a more oppressed version came from her, “Hey, missus.”

“Missus?” Elizabeth turned to Tsuruko, bewildered, but beamed energetically as she recognised the girl. “Good evening, Miss Tsuruko. I did not think you were invited to the Queen’s Meeting. How do you do?”

“Oh... I-I am fine,” Tsuruko replied, trying in her head to form proper sentences. “I… I have come here to enjoy only.”

“I see, have you tried the food yet? I keep hearing compliments, much like every year. I would not want to miss Western cuisine if I were you,” Elizabeth suggested, internally commending her to attempt to speak in English in this manner. “Or perhaps you’d rather spectate others?”

“...” Tsuruko stared blankly as she failed to comprehend what Elizabeth just said, like those words just flew past her. It almost seemed like a question mark was written on her face. She shook her head. “...U-Um, sorry? My English isn’t good, so…”

“Ah, I apologise, you are not proficient in English, I see…” Elizabeth said, took a moment to think, and finally decided. She motioned her hands towards the food instead of using words. “Did you try them out yet?” She asked again, a bit slower than her fluid-speaking style.

“Oh! Not yet, no,” Tsuruko looked towards the wide array of food and beverage display which lay upon tables. Is this what they call a buffet? There were all sorts of foods she’d never seen before, save for a few.

“Well, why not try them out?”

“Have you eaten too?” Tsuruko politely asked, gesturing towards the food.

“Ah, not yet.” Elizabeth gently shook her head. “Unfortunately I cannot indulge the menu just yet. I will have to attend the dinner table with my family later.”

“Ah…” Tsuruko took more than a moment for her brain to recognise those words. “Okay then, looks like I’ll be eating by myself,” she gave a slight bow towards Elizabeth, then smiled. “See you.”

I am sorry… Elizabeth apologised to Tsuruko internally as she went to get some food, giving a short look of dismay, but it was like this every year, she could never get together with her friends for the banquet due to her having to attend dinner with her family, including the Queen, and a few other higher ranked nobles.

As Tsuruko left for the food and peeked back at the waving Elizabeth, she missed the melancholic smile and noted the males flocking back to her as soon as she took leave from her. The girl seemed to be popular. She was a beautiful noble after all, she figured, and wondered what it would exactly be like to have those kind of people approaching her at every moment.

She moved to the food display, where there seemed to have carved ham and more meat-like foods being prepared, as well as a side-counter for pastries, and other for salads and yet another for dessert and beverage. After taking some time to select her food, since there were labels to tell potential foreigners what the plate above them contained, she settled for braised duck and dark chocolate mint éclairs whilst having straight black tea as a drink. Holding her tray in her palms she moved towards an empty table to sit down and taste the food that was so exotic to her.

“May I join you?”

Tsuruko looked up to find Leon on the opposite side of the table. His handsome and noble features and coat literally shining with the Engine lights, or so it seemed at the very first moment she laid her eyes on him. He carried a gentle tone and an air of magnanimity, and was carrying a plate with less than half the food Tsuruko had.

“Oh, Leon!” Tsuruko was surprised herself, partly by his sudden appearance, and partly because of the fact that despite his looks, members of the opposite sex – and possibly the same – weren’t flocking towards him like Elizabeth’s situation. She replied, smiling. “Of course.”

Leon appeared slightly shaken for a moment from how enthusiastic she seemed from seeing him.

“Thank you,” Leon said, sitting down opposite to the lady, and beaming at her before taking a spoonful of his curry. “How do you do?”

“Great,” Tsuruko replied. “I talked to one of my †˜friends’ while you weren’t here,” Tsuruko said, denoting the air quotes using gestures from her hands.

“I see, that is great. Colour me surprised, though, to think you made friends in London already. I was sure you’d be spending more time in the hotel with Miss Alice instead.” But perhaps they aren’t quite friends… they way she gestured…

Again, Tsuruko took a moment to faintly grasp the meaning of Leon’s words. Swirling a teaspoon in her cup, she replied after a while, “Ah, Alice-san sent me here. They have business. Friend is classmate!”

“Oh, I see. From the Eastern Magic Academy, I wager? I am rather surprised Miss Alice sent you here and isn’t present herself. Then again, she may simply be hoping for you to enjoy this event.”

Tsuruko looked down for a moment. “I have been causing trouble for her. Maybe that is the reason why,” she flashed Leon a smile. “I think it’s better like this.” Not wanting to dwell on it any longer, she moved to Elizabeth, “Yes, she is from the Academy. I battled her once. She seems to have some sort of relationship with my teacher.”

“Well… perhaps it is simply out of good will? I doubt she’d leave you behind otherwise. Well, if you are fine with it then that is that. I do not understand about your friend, though. Some form of relationship as in something special beyond that of student and teacher? ...Is that even possible?” Leon enquired, more than just bewildered – and a little curious – perhaps because such tales were scandalous and uncommon in England, unlike Japan.

“I’m not sure about that.” Tsuruko recalled the time where she saw them on the playground. “They were behaving loosely around each other when they were alone.” She then almost knew what Leon was going to ask after, and replied before any misunderstanding, “I was just passing by.”

“I… see, but care to define †˜loosely’, please? I cannot well imagine; were the two clearly intimate?”

“I couldn’t hear their conversation, but they looked like they were happy. I think my teacher is here, too. I met them on the train here, again.”

“...That’s it? Is that so detestable, my lady? Perhaps it is a possible scandal, but I’d personally say that it is just normal for a student and teacher to be happy together, especially if they respect each other. If you’d suggest an intimate relationship between them… well, that is indeed scandalous, but what’s the harm? Only they can decide upon their happiness, if you ask me. We need to concern ourselves about them,” Leon said with a chuckle. “I suppose your teacher was invited too… in which case I’d think he is a Magister? I remember that only teachers of special status would be invited to this event.”

“I’m not in a position to comment on their relationship. I believe a student and a teacher should remain as such and nothing more.” Tsuruko sort of missed the last sentence Leon spoke, and tilted her head. “What about him?”

“You are a bit too late, for you have already commented,” Leon laughed as he said so, but he found the contradiction more adorable than detestable. “I simply think it doesn’t matter what people should remain as; it’s not our place to judge. And I was referring to your teacher, is he a Magister?”

“I think he is.” Tsuruko nodded. “I haven’t seen him in action yet.”


“I see, he has to be impressive if Her Majesty selected him particularly.”

“I have heard his history goes a long way. Again, i’m not sure about that for it to be confirmed.” Tsuruko was more than halfway through her meal now. Even though she was, it felt like she hadn’t had anything to begin with.

“I… see, well, he is likely respectable to some extent… that said, you should likely stop referring to me by this name,” he said, smiling nervously. “It is more dangerous than you think.”

“Name? You mean Leon?” Tsuruko tilted her head again.

“Yes, you must not call me that, especially out aloud like when we met just now,” Leon said, placing a finger on his lips. “Everyone here who are acquainted to me – except you at the moment – knows me by the name of Thomas Mauny. It is my official name in this †˜world’.”

“Oh, T-Thomas, then?” Tsuruko shifted her gaze from her food to meet with Leon’s. “What is Leon, then?”

“Yes, please call me Thomas in public.” He beamed, signalling for her to drop †˜Leon’ from her mouth already. “...You should really stop saying it. It’s my work-name.”

“Okay, so it’s Thomas then… Leon.” Tsuruko lowered her voice, but gave a wry smile.

“You want me dead or something, don’t you?” Thomas said, padding his sweat with a handkerchief, but smiling all the same, still nervously. “Even if it is a joke, this is quite staggering, my lady.”

“Of course not!” Tsuruko giggled. “Also, if they would know your name, wouldn’t they know how you look like?”

“Not quite, no, I happen to employ magics for veiling my appearance while at work, usually.”

“Oh, I wonder how that works… sounds impressive,” Tsuruko continued, “What name have you made yourself that brings this kind of danger just by speaking your name?”

“I suppose you are quite uninformed about the state of things outside your homeland?” Thomas asked, drinking his tea. His plate already empty of food before the lady next to him knew it. “Either way, hmm… I cannot make a clear answer here but, let’s just say that helping your country puts me against the entire world, moreover, my title in the Organization has put a…” he then whispered, “...bounty on me, you see.”

“...Oh,” Tsuruko closed her eyes for a moment. Nothing yet too surprising to her, in spite of all the events she had been through, but still, it was something new to her. She’d seen wanted posters before, and who knows, one of them could be him, but that wasn’t to matter in such a state of affairs. “Oops. Must be quite a large bounty on your head then, Thomas?”

“...Let us not dwell on this topic. That is a dangerous talk you’re too willing to participate in.”

“...Okay.” She squinted her eyes, for she almost misunderstood his sentence, but she barely managed to find meaning in his words. “I think we all have our reasons.”

“So, what kind of teachings did you have in your homeland? I’d love to hear,” Thomas said, seemingly curious. “I hear all kinds of things, but the most I heard is that the maidens of your Organization are home-tutored.”

“I have been taught many things.” Tsuruko started. “Moral values like respect for yourself, respect for others, respect for nature, integrity and responsibility are the most of it.” She recalled her time as a minor on the family shrine, albeit that was not too long ago. “It was at the Shrine that I learned swordplay, unarmed battle as well as the basic use of my magic as a Shaman.” Tsuruko set her cutlery on her plate and her arms on her lap before continuing, “Education for maidens are taught in the shrine where they live. I was… one of the special ones, so I was enrolled onto the Magic Academy.”

“I see, interesting. It seems like quite a different form of rich education, I see that you were believe to be special there, too. I had considered this beforehand, but what were the possibilities of just about anyone to be sent here of all places? You must pack quite a punch – is that how the modern saying goes? – in combat, then!”

“Ah…” Tsuruko looked down for a moment. Although she didn’t catch everything Leon said, she could understand the second sentence he put out. “About that, I’ve actually lost all my battles to this point, so I can’t say for sure…”

“A-Ah…” Thomas reconsidered his choice of words, feeling sorry for possibly touching a sore subject. “Well, there will always be time to get stronger. No worries. I am sure you are special for a reason. Practice makes perfect, they say,” he tried to sound encouraging, but it seemed that the iceberg that is Tsuruko wouldn’t quite budge at his words any time soon.

Tsuruko stared at Leon for a moment, then smiled. Although she didn’t get anything he said at that time, she could feel warmth from his words. “Thank you… Thomas.”

Surprised that his words actually had impact, he was glad, and beamed in returned.

“And on the matter of special, what exactly do your allies think you have that makes you special in the first place?”

“I am cursed, or blessed, with a Divine being’s spirit. A Divine being named Susanoo.” Tsuruko lowered her voice.

“Hm ...a Divine being you say… Susanoo… I cannot say I have heard this name before, despite knowing the lore of Divine. Are you sure that he is Divine?”

“†˜He who controls Wind and Storm’… such is associated with him. Often is he worshipped where I am from.”

“Hm… I suppose there are all kinds of spirits,” Thomas said, shrugging. This sounded to him like a spirit from the Faerie lore considering the elements mentioned, but he did not wanted to insult her by attempting to correct her. “I’m not too knowledgeable of Japanese tales. The Divine beings mentioned in the Western World are vastly different.”

“I guess…”Tsuruko again didn’t register every exact word Leon said, but she got the gist of it yet again. “The power of wind is sometimes harnessed when I strike with my blade of Kusanagi.”

“Wasn’t that originally the ability of the Kusanagi?” Thomas questioned. “I have heard of it before, actually, that the sword is infused with the power of wind, but I did not know it was a strength borrowed from a supposed deity.” This was an information he attained when he attempted to learn about Tsuruko in his free time before the Queen’s Meeting. He was apparently quite curious of the Shaman who came to visit England.

She could once again only attempt to get the meaning of Leon’s words, and tried not to show her inept English to him, after a moment Tsuruko replied, “It is. Susanoo came onto me because I was a cursed child, and he cleansed me of it.”

“...A cursed child you say? How so?”

“I can’t remember exactly. I have been hearing from others that I am. A result of his containment into my body is also the inability to use ranged weaponry.”

She cannot aim due to the spirit’s influence? The gentleman tilted his head in bewilderment. “Tsuruko,” Thomas said, a look completely different from before as he looked around. “Why don’t you come with me to the ball? There is a different hall in which there is a ball every year in the Queen’s Meeting.”

“What is there to do there?”

“Why, dance of course!”

“Even though I have practiced swordplay, I can say I have never ever danced in my life.”

“I shall lead, no worries.”

“...I trust you will, then.”

The basement was cleaner than any Weiss had seen before, especially in comparison to the ones he witnessed in Moscow. It was dark and it seemed to be treated as some form of storage now. All kinds of materials from the Magic World were told be to kept in packages here. However, the person who possessed her employer’s face found a spacious corner. The crates were stacked against the walls, and they seemed to be purposely stacked in a way so that this particular side could be kept spacious. Weiss didn’t think much of it, but Lumiere tapped against the floor three times, and a magic circle went aglow a moment later, abruptly.

Since Weiss was a Descendant, she couldn’t sense magic, so this was quite the revelation to even her.

“Weiss, could you open the few containers that surround this magic circle?”

“Yes ma’am.” Weiss followed the instruction and opened several of the containers – that were strangely long in length – around the glowing magic circle. Interesting contraption, she thought as she opened the last container around the circle. “What’s the container for? Inside are just bodies,” she asked as she crossed her arms curiously. “...Bodies of you?”

Failed activation? Did they store her consciousness in another container and the one that she’s in right now is just a copy? Or are these some kind of dolls that are sold to rich perverts?

“I suppose they do look like me,” Lumiere said, shrugging with indifference. “They’re all clones required for the activation.” Lumiere then joined her hands for a clap and closed her eyes. Magic was afloat the air.

Weiss watched as the so-called clones arose from the containers, and carried themselves up. Their eyes were open, but their expressions were lifeless. No words were spoken by them and no emotions displayed. They simply walked and approached the inscribed circle. All the clones of Lumiere now surrounded the circle, and Lumiere eventually joined them as they all stood round the circle with hands linked to begin a ritual of unknown nature.

“Interesting, are they from your– wait never mind. I guess you need to focus for now. I’ll stand guard until you’re done.” Weiss looked around and especially up to see if there were any other things that noticed their activities here.

“I suppose I do need the focus, I’ll be counting on your protection. We can’t be touched in any way for this ritual, so keep that in mind.”

Weiss looked back. “Leave it to me, ma’am.”

Finishing dinner, Lumiere and Weiss left the halls. The Engine lights made it difficult to hide their own presence from the occasional passersby, but the path were unoccupied for the most part the farther they distanced themselves from the halls they were located in previously.

“Now, we’re gonna be looking for the basement. You’re familiar with floor-plans of structures in general, yes? Perhaps you can find it,” Lumiere said. It seemed like she was particularly good with slave-driving people.

“Yes, I’ve scanned the structure when we first came here, and the way to the basement is on the end of the main hallway on the left in to another corridor. Which is right here on the path that we’re taking. Usually, structures like these has some sort of staircase that leads up and down and it is usually in a spiral pattern,” Weiss answered.

“My, that is informativ-” Lumiere was speaking, but stopped and halted, and raised a hand, a silent order to stop for Weiss. The two slipped against the walls and peeked at the intersection of a different corridor. It was empty, but movements could be heard.

Weiss looked up, and found someone walking on the ceiling, apparently completely unaffected by gravity. There was a woman breaking something that looked like a tiny prism stone with a dagger.

“My, that’s a first seeing a vampire up there,” Lumiere said, noting an act of terrorism taking place at the heart of the Magic World. “We can’t be seen by her, though. Then she’d want us dead to cover her crimes.”

“This is the first time I’m seeing a vampire at all. Do you want me to neutralise her, ma’am?” Weiss asked, ready to jump and subdue the vampire.

“I just answered that, I believe?” Lumiere said, in disbelief. “How is neutralising going to help her from learning of our presence outside the event halls?”

“Right, for now we need to observe where it will move and then move quickly to the basement.”

“Mhm.”

Five minutes passed and the situation changed for the good as the vampire darted off.

“Perhaps she is going to keep breaking the prisms… to break the barrier and raid the event? Regardless, it does not concern us, so let us be on our way.”

“Tonight you’ll strictly act like a bodyguard in public,” Lumiere instructed.

The Judgement Sniper found herself in the Queen’s Meeting at last, and she was already overwhelmed by the distinguished crowd. The nobles and foreigners all dressed in such a way that she paled in comparison. Even Lumiere was gorgeous tonight in her blue dress. Almond, on the other hand was too busy associating himself with the other children, most of whom were nobles.

Weiss had accompanied Lumiere in various conversations that she had with the people. She herself never spoke, but stood upon her shadow at every wake. People understood the position and did not question her presence, and instead chose to ignore her.

“Yes, of course, my Eastern Magic Academy will continue to remain neutral, regardless of the war.”

“That is great to hear, we’d not want the students to face a war zone there of all places.”

“I’d never allow that. My students’ safety is the priority. Magician crusaders have plenty of other places to fight the Descendants.”

“Indeed. That said, I’d love to have my son transfer, how do we…”

“If he is talented, he is welcome, otherwise…”

And so the conversation went on. Lumiere seemed to be good at procuring †˜donations’ – as she calls it. It seemed like she was the Headmistress of an academy. Weiss wondered how such a person had the exact face as the Steel Princess.

Bidding the ladies and gentlemen farewell, Lumiere turned to Weiss.

“Hungry? We may have dinner before we start.”

“Umm… Well I’m not that hungry but alright.”

The music was a pleasant welcome, the lights and the interior design, a most delightful aspect, and the ladies and gentlemen? Most of them were nobles? What a snobbish lot, she’d think.

Claudia entered the Buckingham House and the halls were packed. The food looked great, but what seemed far more interesting was the gambling section. Strange as it may seem, anyone other than children younger than the age of sixteen were permitted to gamble in this particular event of the Magic World.

The gambles were similar to the modern world. Lottery, roulette, and the like was found, as she had heard of from her childhood back in France. However, these equipments meant for gambling were made out of steam engines instead, so it made strange noises of exhaling steam every once in a while when it was at work, which made the atmosphere a little more warmer than one may tolerate. Quite a lot of people were gathered; despite the heat, everyone loved the chances of profit.

“I never saw the joys in gambling, the heat of going into a game of chance, perhaps?” Claudia asked herself. She wandered aimlessly, watching other people play and dabble in their games, wondering if she would have an iceberg in hell’s chance of participating in one of these activities and winning for that matter. She glanced at each title of the games laid out before her; Blackjack, Poker, Solitaire – all timeless classics of getting one’s money haggled, she thought.

Feeling inclined, Claudia was in a good mood, absently feeling for the weight of her purse which had a sizable amount of coins within.

“Why not?” Was all she could think to say. After all, she had no issue with trying new things at all. She went to the Poker table, finding a free spot with a dealer awaiting his next possible victim. “Hello, I would like to participate,” she said.

With that, Claudia played, holding the deck of cards cluelessly in her hands. She squinted her eyes, wondering what the symbols meant on the cards, seeing a club, an ace, a heart, and a card with a king, holding the symbol of the letter †˜K’ on it. That seemed unusual to the girl, so much so that she seemed completely clueless when it came to these types of activities.

“Uhh,” she glanced to her own hand which had spades all around. Was that good? She asked herself. The dealer was starting to look impatient too, Claudia just put all her remaining luck into this, instinctively closed her eyes and showed all of her cards.

A Royal Flush. She won.

“W-Wait, wha? I-I mean, was there any doubt?” Claudia then took her winnings and scurried off, mumbling her thanks to whichever devil that provided the luck; assisting and keeping her from making herself look stupid and clueless in front of others.

As she walked fast without looking properly, she bumped into someone, and immediately apologised, having remembered her manners. She was now working under the Countess, if she’d forget her manners and teachings just because she was a vampire; it’d simply be in poor taste.

“Well, colour me surprised,” a familiar voice said, and Claudia looked up to find one of her recently-made dear friend, Mary. “Did you pickpocket someone, you sly girl? A proper lady should be walking at a more relaxed pace, Claudia.” Despite her words Mary gave the best smile she could to lighten the atmosphere around the two.

Claudia's jaw hung open before she instantly snapped back into place and fixed her long skirt, making herself more presentable. “M-Mary! What are you doing here?” She asked, surprising herself. She looked down at her winnings and stammered a little, embarrassed about her unintentional win. “Oh, this is nothing, I was just partaking in a little gambling; trying new things. Ahahah…”

“Beginner’s luck? Not like anyone would steal your winnings here. Calm yourself,” Mary replied, chuckling. “I got invited, why else would I come? Anyone would want to partake in such a wondrous occasion. Was it the same for most here?”

“Invited? When did you start being important?” Claudia joked with mock surprise, holding her chest and acting as if she was taken aback by this.

“I could say the same for you!” speaking in apparent jest too, Mary acted in similar fashion.

“Beautiful maidens like myself are prone to being invited to such things,” Claudia replied, and self-confidently at that.

“The standards of the world have been dwindling as of late; that is understandable.” Mary gave a nod, running a hand through her hair.

Claudia giggled, giving Mary the way on that one. There was a word the Mundanes used for when people were told off in a battle of words, but she couldn't quite remember it.

“Okay, okay, I will give you that one. But really, you were invited? By whom, exactly?"

“That, my friend, I must reserve as a secret,” Mary answered, outright refusing to reveal. “I’d say an old friend did, I suppose? What about you?”

“Some of the Duke's old contacts invited me,” Claudia fibbed. ”Apparently they had taken a liking to me while I was still working for the man.” A face of hesitation graced her features as the thought of a group of men being her suitors – all at the same time at that – came to mind.

“Well, you sure are especially favoured then,” Mary stated, openly showing her surprise to the explanation. “A caretaker Dark Knight to be invited that way is a first from what I’ve heard. This is worth a rumour.”

“Ugh, please don't. The men the Duke worked for aren't exactly up to par...” Claudia voiced, her disgust clear. “You and your rumors, I swear...”

“They were politicians or important people of the society, yes? You’d think nobles were more than enough,” Mary replied.

Claudia shook her head. “That's not what I mean, love. I mean they aren't exactly up to par when it comes to... Well.” Claudia let her words hang for a bit. “...Okay, they aren't to my standards when it comes to their fancies in sex, mind you…”

Mary’s palm almost met her forehead, but she stopped. “Really… I cannot say, should I comment on how far you’ve delved into their tastes or should I comment about you being curious enough to figure out?”

Claudia was taken aback, surprised even. “I don't delve into their tastes! W-What do you even mean by that?”

“Well, what do you think I mean, you lecherous girl? The fact that you can judge them in the first place is not only suspicious, but also pretentious. If not, then I don’t even need to hear it from your own lips to deduce your actions,” Mary answered, shaking her head.

Claudia acted theatrically, pretending she fainted from Mary’s cruel, cruel words. “You scathe me. How could you do this, my love? I give you my heart and this is the thanks I get? I am appalled Miss Shelly, appalled, I say!” She said in jest.

“But how could I accept your heart if I could not love you?!” Mary said. “Be appalled, for all the act was for the sake of my amusement!”

Reeling back, Claudia grimaced, gripping her heart and cringing. “To think that you’d say these things now… you cruel, cruel woman…” she said. “Rejecting people must be an everyday thing for you…”

“So, how are things these days? I see you are back at the academy, and maybe studying hard?” Mary asked, dropping the dramatic act altogether in an instant, at the same time she avoided the glares she got from putting up the act in the first place. Mary was the actress acting for the sake of understanding different characters, after all. The differences between her acting – despite being in jest – and Claudia’s were pitifully large. She hadn’t visited the theatre much to perform recently, but her skills hadn’t gone rusty just yet.

“Better, now that I am quit of the Duke,” Claudia replied, straightening her hair and dress from her act from earlier. “Studying has been swimmingly as well, plus I am sleeping a lot more. Maybe a change of profession was all I needed.”

Even though you claimed to love him… I guess that was as far as it could go. “Good to hear that everything worked out. Where do you live now? A little surprised here that you’d find a place to live in so fast, considering the financial situation that you may be in.”

“Oh, Catherine offered me a place to stay last time we met at the Cafe,” Claudia replied. “She is as kind as I remember that time we first met…”

“...I heard she cut you up a good few times. Sounds very kind of her, yes?” Mary said, sighing. “So is she abusive, or something? I hear she comes from a good family of nobles, however.”

Claudia tilted her head, all the while quirking a brow. “Cut me? For what reason would she have to do such a thing? Are you referring to our last battle together?” Claudia asked, having no clue what Mary was talking about.

“The first time you met her was in a battle, Claudia, not the café,” Mary replied. “Are you really forgetful, or is it just me?”

Claudia snorted. “Right, yes. I will admit she was… rough that time, but conversation-wise, she is as pleasant,” Claudia replied, feeling silly that she couldn’t sense her own sarcasm.

“That is good to hear, what do you do now? I doubt you’re allowed to live there for free, a maidservant again?”

“Actually, no, surprisingly,” Claudia replied. “She allows me to work alongside with her in her family affairs and the like.”

“....That is certainly interesting. She trusts you enough to involve you in her family affairs? So does this mean they may employ you with the company they run too?”

“I guess that's a way of putting it, yes. She said that I had far more potential doing other things rather than be stuck, following behind the Duke.”

“Right. I’d think you’re still following her though, are you not?” Mary said. “Just that you are more directly involved with her business, but in the Duke’s case you weren’t.”

“Exactly,” Claudia said with a nod. “Being a hands-on person is more my forte, no?”

“It is?” Mary asked, not really knowing the answer. “Well, if you’re content with it, that’s fine. But if… nevermind.”

“But what?” Claudia placed her hands onto her hips and made a chiding pose. “Mary, if you have something to say, let it out otherwise it will come back to bother you. That is unhealthy!”

“No, I just wanted to say that I am glad. Glad to know that you’re not affiliated with…” Mary began, then whispered a certain name and continued on with her sentence: “The Society... like before. Perhaps you’ll be out of harm’s way for the times to come.”

Claudia, who puffed out her cheeks to pout for a moment dropped it as what Mary said touched her, bringing her to a smile as well. Absentmindedly, she hugged her, not able to explain why. “Thank you for caring, Mary. I will be careful from now on,” she said.

“Um, this is a little embarrassing in public, Claudia. People are looking,” Mary said, smiling weakly and trying to convince Claudia to get off while giving people a glance. They were indeed staring. “And I do not want them to get the wrong impression.” The trends of the New World made the nobles of England come to more scandalous conclusions nowadays, after all.

“Oh right, I apologise. Ahaha….” Claudia said, releasing the girl from her grip, in mind of the stares.

“...Let’s go eat then, shall we? Unless you had dinner already, or you’re the type who developed special tastes for food now?”

Claudia giggled. “No, no. In light, I am a simple young lady with simple tastes. Let’s go, then.” she said.

Aramus arrived at the Buckingham House again, a gorgeous structure that stood proudly close to Hyde Park. The royal house was often off-limits to the commoners unless an event would take place. In the Magic World, this was one of those rare opportunities for a Royal Welcome. This was the second time Aramus set foot on such a majestic place this month – he was known to be unlucky, but sometimes he would get lucky like this – and he was here for the Queen’s Meeting this time. Alongside him was Duchess Caroline Cavendish Bentinck, her daughter, and Takeru. They showed their letters to the guards by the gates, and were permitted entry swiftly. The road to the premises beyond the gate was a little long, but not boring, as the estate was particularly astir tonight with apparent loud laughters heard all the way out to the gates, and due to the crowded line of people entering the palace, and the Engine light decorations of the palace from outside were spectacular.

The Buckingham House was as big as Aramus could remember. The guests seemed to be elated, if anything. The palace was protected by a magical barrier set up by magical prism stones all across the premises. Moreover, this barrier was placed not only meant for protection, but to elude the mundanes from taking note of this particularly celebrated occasion, as only the participants of the Magic World were allowed – with invitations, at that – they wouldn’t want to attract unwanted attention. Hence, the barrier made the Buckingham House look like how it would any other normal night – with the barrier in place – to the mundanes. This illusionary effect, however, did not affect any of the members of the Magic World. Most fantastical being wouldn’t even realise such an elusive barrier in the place. However, the barrier would still protect all kinds of harm from outside, and from Infernal presence.

They all walked over the red carpet and found themselves inside, the halls were decorated, and they were full of guests. People from Magic Organizations were gathered from all over the world, so Aramus expected a lot of people every year, but this year it seemed even more crowded. He could already see the stares that were equivalent to daggers, and some even speaking with others while eyeing him. The Duchess noticed, but didn’t seemed to pay any mind. This was normal. The Magic World’s social events were similar to any other, except that the conversations were often odd and strange to any mundane, but otherwise even ladies and gentlemen were not beyond speaking bad of others.

Elizabeth gave a look of worry, but it seemed like her teacher was used to this. She could only hope that he could bear with the unwanted attention. Takeru noticed it as well, and gave him a pat on the shoulder.

The Duchess soon departed, letting the group know that she had some noble friends to meet. Considering the fact that she was a Duchess, there were likely many acquaintances who looked forward to speaking with her, perhaps. She promised that she’d eventually introduce them, perhaps out of courtesy. Elizabeth was dragged away by people who seemed to know her. There were likely some people who hadn’t seen her for years ever since she departed for Japan, and now they wanted to catch up with her, perhaps. Aramus noted that most of said people dragging her away were males.

“Seems like both of us are left out,” Takeru said, smiling wryly. “Getting the food first I’m guessing?”

“Definitely.” Aramus answered, returning Takeru’s smile. “You?”

“I don’t know where to get started, those steam engines employed for gambling doesn’t look so bad. The food isn’t made from Engine-produced ingredients so it may be really good. There are probably quite a lot of people who’d want to talk for the sake of acquaintanceship. I have to say, quite a lot of choices to make.”

“Well, that’s good for you. I can’t say the same would happen to me so I’m going to kill time and my appetite with the food. Knock yourself out. Who knows, maybe you’ll find yourself going home with some company tonight.” Aramus chuckled, lightly elbowing Takeru in the side before he moved off towards the food tables.

“I sure hope so,” Takeru said, grinning, agreeing for once, or rather, hoped for company tonight. I wonder if he’ll be fine, though. Having food now, and then having to eat in a contest against the Duchess. Takeru sighed, apparently not knowing the answer to his question as he walked away, approaching the groups of people to get acquainted with them.

Making a beeline towards his objective, Aramus quickly grabbed a plate and indiscriminately piled it with everything he could. His eyes were gleaming as he looked upon the feast before him. As always, it was the only thing that made this event worthwhile, apart from being able to see Her Majesty, of course.

Someone tugged on Aramus’ robe from behind, and when he turned, he found a young girl who was less than half his height. Her hair was clearly violet – a strange colour – and she had horns. A faerie, likely. She wore a purple one-piece dress. The girl held up her plate.

“Hey Mister, can you get me this,” she asked, pointing. “This, this, and this? Oh, oh, and maybe this too!”

“Certainly,” Aramus replied, smiling as she asked; giving her all the food she wanted. It wasn’t often people asked things of him on these occasions, and he would usually be a bit hesitant, but when it came to food, well, that was a different story. The plate was returned to the faerie, piled with food.

It was so heavy, the girl had a tough time receiving it. “Woah,” she gasped, almost falling over after staggering, but a gentle hand caught her and her plate. A handsome blonde man Aramus found familiar.

“You sure have a habit of running off ahead,” he told her.

“Oh, Arthur. Well, that’s because you are so slow.”

Arthur was a name that tingled Aramus’ memories. He now recognised this man as the very principle, the Headmaster of the Royal Academy. How could he forget something so important?

“Don’t blame me, being a runt just has it’s downsides when someone has to search for them,” Arthur said, sighing.

“What!?”

“Anyway.” Arthur looked up to Aramus. “I think I remember you but… well, whoever you are, thanks for accepting my assistant’s request. Selfish, I know, but one can’t help but do it.”

“...Really…” the girl groaned, but she was destined to be ignored. “You know, he is a Magister who graduated from the Royal Academy…” she muttered.

“Not at all, Headmaster.” Aramus lowered his head slightly out of respect. “Magister Aramus Valmark, it is a honour to meet you.”

“Right, you were one of the exceptional graduates of my academy,” Arthur said, noting Aramus for who he was, not even slightly embarrassed of his lack of care for his so-called exceptional graduates. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Aramus. Well, you know my name, and that’s Arthur. I think you and my assistant will get along, considering the appetite.”

“That, I think we can agree on, Headmaster.” Aramus took a glance at his own place, noting that it would need refilling very soon. Perhaps once this conversation was over. “But please, don’t let me hold you back from enjoying this evening.”

“If you say so. Have a good evening, Aramus Valmark. It was nice meeting you,” Arthur said, giving a light bow. The girl did the same.

“I’m Amrita, sorry I forgot my manners due to this jerk of a Headmaster.”

“Anyway, we’re off,” Arthur said, walking away, dragging his so-called assistant with him who seemed to be arguing about something as they left.

So that’s the Headmaster, Aramus wondered as he shovelled some more food into his mouth, some literal food for thought to chew on. Filling his plate again once it was empty, he moved to a less crowded corner of the room where he could keep better tabs on the proceedings of the evening. From there, he observed various people enjoying the Queen’s Meeting. With so many people here, it was hard to catch someone of interest, or anyone he knew, for that matter. It took him some time before he noticed Elizabeth, his student who was tangled in misfortunes he wish he could pull her out of. The girl was eventually surrounded by men, and not a single there lady were there. Were they trying to win her attention? Eventually, Elizabeth seemed to have bid them farewell, and left the current halls, and was on her way to a different hall.

Aramus then found Takeru deep in a debate about the Magic World and how things were being run. The booming business of vis, the tempting sales of members from Mercenary Organizations, and the figures of money from Magical Item shops were all subjects that came up in their debates. Noblewomen seemed impressed, and so were the gentlemen. He noticed the Chinese lady was a part of the group. He didn’t even know when she got in here, or how she was invited.

He could not see the Duchess, and was wondering when the contest of food would take place, or where it’d take place for that matter. He’d prefer it to be in a place where only he and the Duchess could be isolated from the crowds. At such a moment, a man, seemingly a valet, walked to him.

“Master Valmark,” he said. “You have been summoned by my Lady,” he informed. Aramus recognised him, a valet hired by the Duchess who was often seen working for her back in the manor. The servants silently followed the aristocrats to the parties, so they were often not noticeable until they were there to do their work. Aramus promptly got up, putting the last of the food on his plate into his mouth. He was far from full. Following the servant, he soon came upon a corridor, after which he was led to a different hall where he found the Duchess. There were some others with her, and how could he miss the lady of the night?

Her Majesty wore a fine, fancy red dress – that shined with sparkly adorned stones – one that was on a level different than the last time they met some days ago. She was an extremely captivating figure.

“Good evening, Sir Valmark,” Her Majesty greeted.

“Good evening,” a woman beside the two also said. “So you are the Magister that Caroline speaks so highly of.” She wasn’t someone Aramus was familiar with; a woman with long brown hair and a silver dress.

“Yes, that is him, Frederica. I am certain that he and Her Majesty are acquainted. So, Mister Aramus, meet Duchess Frederica. Frederica, meet Mister Aramus,” Caroline said, introducing the two to each other. “We are old, childhood friends, and I have been meaning to introduce her to you.”

Aramus bowed and replied not a moment later. He had been expecting their eating competition and not… this. “Duchess Frederica, it is a pleasure to meet you.”

“Mhm, the pleasure is all mine,” Frederica said, then looked behind at the sound of footsteps.

“I hope I’m not too late?” a different, baritone voice spoke.

Aramus turned to look at the tall man, finding another who he hadn’t met before coming here.

“Oh, dear, I did not know you’d be here tonight,” Caroline said, surprised. She immediately went up to him.

“My bad, dear, but I finished my business as soon as I could and just now managed to arrive,” the gentleman said, smiling. He was a dashing man who seemed to be wearing a tuxedo more expensive than Takeru’s… maybe.

“Dear, this here is Mister Aramus, Magic Magister who helped us defeat Sagittarius, and Mister Aramus, this is my husband, William Henry Cavendish Bentinck.”

“Nice to meet you, Mister Aramus. I hope my wife hasn’t been a handful in combat.” William Henry laughed heartily as he said this, and the Duchess seemed to smile fondly instead of making a retort. The other Duchess joined them and the Duke soon gave his regards to Her Majesty.

“Not at all, Duke William. If anything, I am the one who is in your debt. Without the Duchess, I might not have come back in one piece.” Aramus looked gratefully towards his benefactor and her spouse, glad that he was in such fine company. Perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad to wine and dine like this once in awhile.

“Well, she is one warrior the Great Britain is proud of, I can well imagine,” William said, grinning, proud of his wife.

“Shall we get down to business, ladies and gentlemen?” Queen Victoria suddenly interrupted, and everyone turned immediately, solemn. “I shall oversee it, Caroline. Please, let us proceed with this… food contest of yours. I have been looking forward to it since our previous meeting.

“You almost made me think something else – and more serious – was about to be announced, Your Majesty,” Frederica said, regaining her composure again, slightly taken aback. “But really, Caroline, you and your food.”

“Can’t fight with an empty stomach, old friend,” Caroline promptly replied while her husband laughed.

“Don’t call me old…”

“Ahem. Well ladies and gentlemen, let us be on our way to the main halls, shall we? It is time to put on a show. What say you, Mister Aramus?”

“Have at thee, Duchess Caroline. If it’s a show you want, it’s a show you’ll get,” Aramus answered in concert. If the Queen was presiding over this duel, failure would not be an option. Even if his opponent was the Duchess.

Ever since the big fight almost three weeks ago now, Natsu was helped to recover, however despite her physical recoveries, perhaps she was never quite recovered mentally. The battle may have been a hit or miss of glory for her hunters, but to Natsu herself, it was a step away from the grim reaper. Having witnessed two battles where she almost lost her very life – and were defended by her spirit, Sagittarius – Natsu had lost quite a lot of brightness from herself. She hadn’t felt much confidence ever since that fight, and nor had she met Sagittarius since then. She was given training, and she was making some progress, but she was still far from mastering her powers. Summoning the bow took quite a lot of concentration.

“Hello there,” Kazuya Takashiro greeted. “How are you doing?” he asked. The politician Natsu met – the first day when she was attacked – helped her in many ways ever since. “Was that your manager just now? He left for… uh, a date, as soon as I got here? I wonder what’s up with that? Maybe he doesn’t want to be seen with a politician? I hope not.”

Natsu was given a specialised room to practice archery in, and she was already sweaty from doing what she could. She could hardly make an arrow fly an acceptable distance to hit its mark. As expected, she had never touched upon the sport, even with Sagittarius’ blessings and effects on her body she couldn’t master such a thing in a week or two. However, the government seemed rather patient.

Her ears immediately perked up when she heard about her manager. She still had feelings for him, quite strong feelings in fact, but the knowledge that he had a girlfriend, Natsu’s intense reaction when learning that fact, and additionally, just her being around him could put him in danger, caused a great deal of distance to be put between them. They would still interact on fairly frequent occasions involving her career, but Natsu couldn’t really bring herself to speak with him otherwise, and her training with the government limited her time with him even more.

“He really cherishes his time with his girlfriend, doesn’t he…?” Natsu murmured somewhat sadly, though putting on a false smile. She glanced behind the politician, trying to spot her manager in the background, to no avail. Disappointed, Natsu lethargically prepared another shot, aiming at her target, but ultimately having a similar level of success as many of her previous ones.

“Ahaha,” the politician laughed nervously, scratching the back of his head, “who wouldn’t?” He questioned, not expecting an answer. “I mean, I did too… and then a lot of unfavorable things happened. I don’t even know where she is now. People comes and goes, Kazehaya-san. It’s a tough thing sometimes. Especially for people like you who’re expected to live longer than ordinary people.”

“I suppose…” Natsu replied dejectedly. She hadn’t considered that her newfound immortality, too, would be problematic for her relationship with her manager, even if things did end up well for her. She had prepared another shot, but had to lower her bow to sigh. It was an extremely sad thing to say, but she uttered what she was thinking: “Maybe it just wasn’t meant to be…” Despite her fantasies, there was so much that stood in the way of having a romantic relationship with her manager that she loved so much.

“Eh…? Kazehaya-san, could it be that you… ahem, well, this is a private matter for you, please do not mind my curiosity.” Then again I’m being fully ignored, so I guess she really doesn’t mind me. Hah.

“It’s fine… Sorry that I’m being so negative…” Natsu put on a smile again and gave a small chuckle, trying to put herself back in a better mindset for her practice. She lined up another shot, and, yet again, let loose an arrow that missed its mark. She sighed again, disappointed in herself this time. “Wow, this is hard… It seemed so easy when Sagittarius-sama did it… She was able to do it with my body, too!” Natsu had hoped she would perhaps retain some kind of muscle memory from when Sagittarius fought, but it was not the case. Even after several weeks of training, she could still barely hit the target, much less shoot accurately.

“It’s a matter of concentration and skill after all, your spirit seems to be beyond olympic level archery, however,” the man said, shrugging. “You have centuries of time to perfect archery, though. I don’t know if it’s true, but they say if you believe it’ll mark the mark; you’ll get closer to your goal each time as you practice…” he said sagely, nodding to himself, feeling his own level of wisdom, but twitched soon enough; reminding himself of something important. “Ahh! But I almost forget – my apologies – I was here to make a suggestion. What do you think of enrolling in the Eastern Magic Academy, Natsu-san? We may have the teachers and facilities here, but no one truly exceptional for teaching you about the Magic World are present – it’s a neutral zone too so I doubt you’d be assaulted – and most of the Shrine members are busy around this month. Alice-san said on the press that she is taking a break but she actually left the country, so right now we desperately lack the means of providing you the live-long education you require to understand the Magic World.”

It was an intriguing suggestion. The Magic World was so foreign to her. Up until her first near-death experience several weeks ago, she knew absolutely nothing about the Descendants of Time, the Magic World, or just the very existence of real magic in general. And with everything that happened, and all the sudden knowledge she had gained, it was hard to really comprehend it all. A structured organization like a school, however, would make things much easier for her.

“That sounds great!” Natsu replied enthusiastically. “But, are you sure I’ll be safe there?”

“The teaching staff are professionals and understands the danger of breaking the neutralism, so I’m sure they’ll cooperate,” Kazuya said, assuringly. “Of course, that isn’t with full certainty, I’m not sure if the Headmistress will allow us to bring in guards but… well, we’ll try to negotiate for you. Unfortunately I cannot make guarantees about it, but it is true that the teachers would likely support you if harm were to come your way. Either way, the real problem is not that, it’s the fact that the morning classes take longer than any ordinary school, as you’ll be becoming a †˜scholar’ – as the academy says – you cannot partake in any idol activities in the morning. There are six years, so this is quite a lot for you to consider. I know this is a big deal but… I must ask you to carefully consider what you want to do; continue to live your dream but dread dangers, or make an investment – learn, train, and work when you’re able to. The decision is yours to make.”

“...Then I guess we’ll have to speak with Manager-san, to rework my schedule around that, again…” Natsu clenched her teeth thinking about it. It was a somewhat tedious process trying to accommodate time for her training in her schedule, and now there was the matter of accounting for the length of her classes at the Magic Academy. It was getting tight; time Natsu had for rest was becoming slimmer and slimmer with each new addition.

“We’ll use our connections to net you bigger jobs at night so maybe you can try to maintain popularity that way. Unfortunately this means more work on your manager-san indeed, but there’s little that can be helped here, I am going to apologize for that in advance,” the politician said, a little lost for words himself. “I’ll try to come up with excuses so that you’re not put on the spot, of course… however suspicious he may get.”

“I’m sorry, Manager-san…” Natsu apologized under her voice. He was already a very busy man, and the recent events made his life even more hectic.

“On another note, you do know where Alice-san went and what her mission was, yes? It was unfortunate but half the words she had to say that day were lies to appease the fans.”

“I don't, actually... Where has she been?” Natsu inquired. She hadn't seen Alice since the incident. “Is Alice-san okay?”

“In the old England. I can only hope she that is fine; she was sent to assassinate that country’s Queen along with a few companions. It is a mission involving a long journey across the world.”

“Assassinate!?” Natsu remembered her assailants were English, and they were sent by the Queen from a Magic Academy that existed there… or so she believed. She had mixed feelings about Alice's mission, though. On one hand, it felt extreme to go after the Queen's life, instead of seeking out another solution, especially if it would put Alice's life at risk, too. On the other hand, it might be a necessary evil to prevent future attacks against Natsu and the people around her. Natsu was speechless; she was so conflicted.

“That’s right, the war has been going on for a long time… I suppose taking the leader out of the picture would completely destroy the sequence of order in the European Alliance and thus end the war.”

“I hope so…” Natsu responded softly with a worried tone. “How long has Alice-san been away?”

“Ever since the press two weeks ago, of course. I suppose she will be away for about another week at least,” he predicted. “You will likely meet her through work when she is back.”

“Yeah. Alice-san is a strong girl, after all. I’m sure she’ll make it back alright.” Natsu said more cheerfully. Her worries still lingered, as this was still a dangerous mission Alice was on, but Natsu wanted to maintain an optimistic outlook.

Svetlana came back to the room with a cake after baking it. It took quite a long time preparing it, but the manor had all the equipments and ingredients required in the kitchen. Svetlana was helped by Alicia as soon as she exited the room after telling Isabelle to wait. Apparently the Duchess was not only observing but also listening. With her help, the process was undoubtedly faster.

“It looks different from the ones I had…” Isabelle commented.

“Well, not everyone makes them the same way you know.” Svetlana then grabbed a plate and knife she brought with her and cut a piece before giving it to Isabelle.

Isabelle looked at Svetlana with suspicion, and then back to the cake. It was enticing, both the appearance and the sweet scent wafting up to her nose adding to the temptation. However she wanted to resist, sweet food was her favorite. She felt like she was about to be tricked into liking Svetlana or something more heinous. As if a ploy set by Duchess Alicia was about to be accomplished. Perhaps a dangerous medicine to make her like others was mixed into it. She even considered tossing the cake away, but that would be such a waste! She did not know that her mother would likely think in a similar fashion if she’d be given cake from a suspicious stranger. Eventually, she stabbed the slice of cake with the fork, but took it off, and then cut the slice into smaller pieces, reminding herself that she was about to do things the wrong way.

Taking a bite, a look of delight naturally floated into her expression, and despite knowing it, she could not stop it.

It was delicious, no doubt.

“It’s… good. I mean, just about okay. Yes, nothing like the ones at home, but… I-I suppose you deserve my praise.”

Svetlana simply smiled at the girl’s response. “If you want more you can have another slice. If you want, I could also bring you some milk.”

“I-I would not mind another slice, but why milk?”

“It goes along with the cake. Have you had milk and cake together?”

“Maybe. I can’t quite remember. They say it’s good for growth too, I suppose,” Isabelle said, giving a look of despair at her chest momentarily.

“Ehh, don’t worry about things like that, you still got a long way to grow you know. Well then, I’ll be right back.”

“Says you,” Isabelle said, dreary, staring down at Svetlana’s chest. “No one even asked you—well, alright, and maybe you shouldn’t come back,” she added, crossing her arms after putting down the plate.

“Maybe I’ll keep the cookies I made along with the cake for myself then if I don’t come back,” Svetlana happily said as she headed out the door again.

“You can keep them to yourself then, see if I care!”

A few hours had passed and Svetlana took her sweet time reading the book. It was a book in English so Svetlana had to resort to asking Alicia to translate. Eventually, her daughter woke up, and the teacher prompted her to visit the awakened girl.

Svetlana made way for the room. The doors were opened and closed for her by the maids. When she exited the room and looked back, they did not seem to be transparent. Which meant that only the Duchess could observe from inside that room.

Into the girl’s room now. It was a rather simple and spacious room. Not many things were kept. That was a given, considering the girl may burn down decorations and whatnot. There was only a table and some sofa opposite to a bed where the girl she fought earlier simply sat at the center. According to Alicia, she liked to look towards the window while sitting on the bed that way all day, everyday.

“...A stranger? Who are you?” she asked, frowning, but her voice was like a normal girl. It almost seemed as though she had no memories of Svetlana, or her activities when under the possession of a demon, alas… “...No, person from earlier. What do you want?”

“Hi hi, I’m Svetlana and I just came here to hang out with you, maybe play even,” Svetlana said joyfully.

“Isabelle Mauny.” She said her name, her expression spreading the gloom to the very corners of the room. “That wicked woman sent you here, didn’t she? I’m not interested… go away.”

“Aww, and here I thought we could have candy together,” Svetlana said as she took a small bag.

Isabelle looked at the bag with interest, which Svetlana immediately caught sight of, with keen observation, but the girl immediately looked away as if reminding herself not to converse with her visitor.

Svetlana reached into the bag, grabbing a lollipop which she put into her mouth. “So sweet, wish I could give you some, but I guess you don’t want me here,” she said as she turned around slowly and started walking towards the door.

Despite facing away, a pupil leered at the lollipop from the corner of her eye. The temptation was strong. “...Fine. You win.”

“Nobody can resist the sweet deliciousness of candy!” Svetlana declared as she turned around and skipped towards Isabelle. She then took out another lollipop from her bag and put it into the girl’s mouth.

“Oh. It really is sweet,” Isabelle said, as if coming to a realization that Svetlana’s words were true as she tasted the candy. She then raised her hand and held out her palm, and Svetlana moved back instinctively as a ball of fire formed. “But that doesn’t mean you can get close to me as you please. Stranger danger, mo- ahem, they say,” she said, showing her tongue as a form of mockery.

“Ahh, but you just took my candy as you pleased. If I was dangerous, shouldn’t you have rejected the candy? But here I thought we could become friends since this was also special candy from my home,” Svetlana said tearfully as she then turned around again.

“Hmph. You put it in my mouth before I could consider anything else; that’s your loss and fault. I shall indulge your special candy now that it’s in my mouth,” she said, clenching her fist and extinguishing her own fire, not paying a spec of attention to the emotions Svetlana displayed.

“I suppose you don’t want anymore then. I’m certain I can find someone else to share this with, and they would be happy about it.”

“I have tasted this already, I don’t need candy anymore!”

“Oh, so you tasted russian candy before?”

“My mo- that woman would bring all kinds of things here, after all.”

“Really? Don’t think I ever gave her my homemade candies before.”

“Even if you didn’t, I’m not particularly curious, yes,” Isabelle said, as if convincing herself rather than Svetlana.

“Oh well. Was hoping if things went well we could order a cake.”

To this Isabelle twitched, as if it lit a spark, but pretended to not be interested despite finding the offer irresistable. “O-Oh? A cake you say? They exist around here?”

“Of course they do! Even if they didn’t; I could easily make one.”

“What?!!” Isabelle questioned, loud. She faced Svetlana again, her pretense of ignoring her all falling apart. “C-Cakes… they exist outside London? What miracle is this?”

“You can buy them at the store, you know? Or just buy ingredients to make it yourself. Of course i can make a delicious chocolate cake myself.”

“A… store? Ingredients…? What are those?”

“Eh,” Svetlana said as she was surprised the girl didn’t know about this. “Well a store is a place people go to buy things they need. Ingredients are things you need to make something of course; each thing requires different ingredients.

“Weird… I’ve never heard of any such things,” Isabelle said, confused. “Everything was always around at home when I was in London…” she added, looking down, and mumbled to herself, “I want to go back home…”

“Aww, don’t feel homesick. Well then, what if I make you that cake? If I ask, maybe they would let me make one. Unless you don’t want one,” Svetlana asked Isabelle as she approached her, again trying to pat her head this time.

“Hmph, do as you please.” Isabelle looked back to the window on the other side again.

“Alrighty then, it might take a while so please be patient, okay,” Svetlana said happily as she patted Isabelle’s head.

As one would know, the campus ground was large. This was a given for every student or visitor when they’d see the school from its entrance past the Boundary and entering the Realm. However, one would really understand the size of the area after taking an aerial view. The Realm specifically built for the campus only held the campus for the most part. There were other buildings for dormitories and some research labs for mages to use. Some of these spaces, however, were restricted to the young scholars.

What was located beyond the structures was a small forest, and Svetlana was following Alicia through it for some time after offering to help with the emergency situation that apparently took place some time ago. It seemed like Alicia was not exactly rushing, but she seemed serious, and alert. Before long they found themselves in front something like a mansion. It wasn’t as big as the houses of aristocrats in England, which was odd for a Duchess like Alicia. It seemed more like a villa for vacation somehow. Perhaps she did not prefer to have too many rooms while living alone? To begin with, Svetlana did not even know if Alicia lived alone here or not, but she did hear rumours of Alicia having her own house inside the very campus when she was still a scholar studying in the academy, hence people often claimed that Alicia did not prefer the dormitories for some reason.

Perhaps she’d know the reason today.

Margaret Alicia, a Duchess sent from England to help teach and nurture the younger generation – without discrimination of race or culture – was a very respected individual. Her classes were only with the fifth and sixth years so Svetlana only began to participate in her classes at the end of her school life. However, Alicia seemed to be dignified and respectable indeed. She had her way with words, but sometimes her lectures were long. At the end of the day, however, she never spoke much to the teacher outside of classes and preferred Mathilde the most, regardless.

Before Alicia opened the door a maid came out, making haste to Alicia.

“This way!” she guided, and the three entered the premises. Despite the manor being not particularly big, the interior decor was intricate and pleasing to the eye. Somehow, Svetlana could feel the tension in the air just from Alicia’s face, the maid’s behavior, and the odd silence of the house. Alicia likely had more maids. This was a given for nobles like her, but why was the house so strangely silent?

“Look out!” Alicia shouted abruptly, grabbing Svetlana by her hand and pulling her to her side forcefully. The wall beside which Svetlana was standing by cracked and broke, and flames spilled forth from the other side; swathing the floor and blackening it.

She heard a roar next, a demonic roar, and a silhouette of a child with long and untended blonde hair was witnessed. She could feel the leer from behind the fire.

Surprised from the sudden change in the situation, what really caught Svetlana off-guard the most was that the one who was causing chaos seemed nothing more than a mere child.

“Miss Alicia, is that your daughter or a demon?” Svetlana asked, feeling uncertain.

Alicia was clearly sweating, the tension not dropping – instead going up – and Svetlana was not sure if it was due to the question or the heat.

“Both?” the lady of the house answered, giving a wry smile.

The girl leapt out of the fire, her fists engulfed in bright flames. Flames meant to pummel people with, apparently. Alicia and Svetlana ran as the Duchess’ daughter rampaged; following them as she blasted the floor with each step. The maid ran to God knew where, and was long gone before the demonic child even showed her face.

“Come to your senses, daughter. I know you hate me but you’d even hurt someone you don’t know?!” Alicia questioned loudly so that her words would be heard; turning and keeping Svetlana behind her, but alas no replies were given. Perhaps out of habit, she treated the short person known as Svetlana as a student scholar. Even though she was on her way to be a teacher. Alicia joined her hands and performed a few gestures; a magical circle was created in the air that blocked her daughter’s fiery fists. It did not seem like it’d hold long, however.

The girl had long blonde hair, that seemed to burn unlike Alicia's, but her facial features were indeed similar to her mother. Her eyes and hair were clearly enchanted with some form of Ignem spell, and Svetlana could definitely feel a strong demonic influence at work.

“So, Mrs. Alicia, I take it this isn’t the first time or second time this has happened before, right?” Svetlana said as she started to wonder if she should have gotten involved.

“Definitely not, my daughter goes berserk from time to time, and I’m the one who has to handle it, usually,” she said, concentrating on holding back the attacks.

A crack formed on the magic circle. The girl was putting up quite a lot of pressure.

“Well then how do you normally calm her down? I take it words don’t really work against her, right?” Svetlana said as she readied herself at it seemed Alicia’s daughter was about to get thru.

“Unfortunately, when it gets this bad we can only knock her out by force. That’s why you’re here, right?” Alicia said, giving a smile, but hardly able to look back to Svetlana. “Anyway, this barrier isn’t going to stay up for another blow.” She could see the girl preparing a stronger punch; gathering flames by expending more mana.

“By the way, does Infernal lore even work on her?

“Who knows? Fellow Ignem users could only answer that.”

“Well then I suppose I’ll try what other things I know,” Svetlana said with a sigh. She then clapped twice. “Mrs. Alicia, I’m ready to start if you are,” Svetlana said happily.

The teacher gave a nod. “I already have. It’s your turn, do something about her.”

Svetlana began chanting. Soon after, a whirlwind began to form below the girl – just before her next punch landed against Alicia’s barrier – which lifted her up; sending her flying back before she landed flat on the floor.

“Now then, here comes the next round!” She happily said as she clapped her hands twice again. Electricity began to form on her hand and she fired it at the girl. This was followed by a scream from the demonic girl, albeit Svetlana still heard the voice of a demon rather than a young girl.

Alicia’s daughter picked herself up, and took two steps towards Svetlana, but her eyelids grew heavy before she fell back down to the scorched floor, electricity and exhaustion weighing her down. Svetlana was successful.

“Did that do it?” Svetlana asked, not certain if she would attack again.

“...I think so.” Alicia crouched down, and was about to pick up her daughter, but her hands stopped. She looked down on the girl for a moment, and clenched her fists, retracting her hands. Instead, she called for the maids in the next moment, ordering them to take her back to her room.

Alicia soon got up, watching her daughter get taken away.

“Thanks for the help,” she finally said, making a forced smile.

“You’re welcome. But why would she go on a rampage like that?” Svetlana asked, curious.

“As you may have guessed; she is possessed by an Infernal. Sometimes the devil is suppressed, but other times it finds its way out.” Alicia then motioned towards a door, and they walked off, leaving the burnt corridor behind.

The two then moved to a different room, and from here the wall was somehow transparent, and Svetlana could see Alicia’s daughter being taken to a room and being placed on a bed. It was a strange room; how the walls allowed one to look past it was unknown.

Alicia approached a table that was parked on the floor and sat on a chair, she ushered Svetlana to sit next to her. There was a book on the table which she opened and set her eyes on.

“I suppose it just caught me off-guard since I’ve never seen anyone possessed by a demon before, since I only read about it. What’s this book about?” Svetlana asked since the book was in front of them.

“It’s an old storybook that she used to read,” Alicia answered, looking towards her child fondly through the transparent wall. “A story about fairies that once lived in this world, and moved on to another world.”

Svetlana’s eyes seemed to sparkle once Alicia mentioned what the book was about. “Hey, hey, Mrs. Alicia, would you mind if I borrowed it?!” Svetlana said, excited.

“Of course, but I have a favour to ask first. Would you speak to her when she wakes up?”

“I don’t mind. But she won’t go all chasing me around trying to burn me down again will she?”

“No.” Alicia chuckled. “She will not do anything of the sort. She is her normal self when the demon is not in control, albeit she still hates me. I suppose that will never change.”

“Why would a daughter hate her mother?” Svetlana asked as she herself could never see herself hating her own mother.

“Well, it’s a long story.”

“I don’t mind. I can listen to long stories easily, but that’s only if you wish to talk about it, Mrs. Alicia.”

“I’m sorry… but I do not think I wish to speak of it.”

“Alrighty then. Though, maybe I should read the story. Once your daughter starts waking up maybe I can get her attention better that way,” Svetlana said joyfully as she couldn’t wait to read the book.

“That’s a plan, I suppose. Here.” Alicia passed the book over the table to Svetlana, who took the book with much interest, and noticed immediately that the book was really old. “Oh and unfortunately, I must ask you to never show her this book, or mention it if you speak with her.”

“Ehh, but why?” Svetlana asked with disappointment.

“It is a taboo subject. You don’t want to fight her again, do you?”

“Ahh. I suppose not. I guess it can’t be helped,” Svetlana said with a sigh. “By the way Mrs. Alicia, how old is your daughter?”

“She will turn eight this year.”

“Aww, but to be possessed by a demon at such a young age. Wonder if she can be free from it one day.”

“Who knows? I pray to God that she will be freed from this horror one day.”

The second Summer Writing Contest has finally come to an end after the judges slowly trudged through the muddy water that is the laziness (which we happily indulged, ironically).


The Winner: Xenon

Congratulations, Xenon. Your near-flawlessly written entry, Adolescence, was deemed to be the best entry among all the entrants' pieces. It was a sweet piece that we all enjoyed, and were able to relate with to an extent. We all know that you had been trying for some time to win a contest, so, really, I am happy for you. I may only hope that Jacob bestows upon you the title of "Fakku Writer" you so deserve. As the winner, you have won yourself a digital copy of a Fakku Book of your choice.

For the said Fakku Book prize, please send a message to Jacob with your choice of book.


The Runner-up: d(^_^)(^_^)d

Congratulations, d(^_^)(^_^)d, for being the runner-up of the contest for submitting your entry, Skyhigh. This brought forth the feeling of nostalgia that we basked in, a familiar feeling of childhood adventure most apparently cherish. Quite a unique approach which I'd commend you for. As the winner, you have also won yourself a digital copy of a Fakku Book of your own choice.

For the said Fakku Book prize, please send a message to Jacob with your choice of book.


Honorable mentions:

- Sound of Destiny's Roundabout

- Kyci's Creative Curve

Congratulations to you two for achieving the honorable mentions this year. We enjoyed Roundabout for its description of the tale of a summer we could relate to strongly, and Creative Curve for its story that was packed with strong emotions. I hope you both are proud of your entries, and continue to improve your writing skills, and keep impressing the future judges this way.

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As for the rest, I thank you all for entering my contest this year. I hope fond valuable experiences were gained, and as they all say; experience is your greatest teacher. I hope you all gained the critiques you deserved as well. Feel free to visit the Fakku Writer's Lounge if you feel like discussing any literary topics with the fellow writers.

I'd also like give special thanks to the other two judges for helping to decide the winners for the contest: xninebreaker and Waar. If you wish for us judges to provide comments, critiques, opinions and whatnot about your entry, please post and let us know in this thread.

The last few years the Summer Writing Contest was not held, but that does not mean that it may not take place next year. Let us hope I am able to pull it off again. I'm sure that there are more events to come this year, so make sure you stick around this forum.

So once again, thank you, everyone. May the rest of this year contain more fun events for all of us in this forum.

Happy birthday Jacob.

This is nice, considering all the things happening on my birthday lol.

“So these two were supposed to be trained by Mathilde originally, you say?” Alicia asked again one last time to confirm. The two were having a conversation over tea. This tea was the first time Svetlana had. It was sweet, and the leaves were apparently especially reserved by Alicia for special guests. “Well, I wouldn’t be surprised, once the alcohol goes up to her head there is no certainty as to how her head would work.”

“Thats true,” Svetlana said laughing knowing well how Mathilde was like. “Now then, Mrs. Alicia do you need something from me? I don’t think you would just drag me here to talk about my big sis.” Svetlana said as she then took another sip of the tea.

“My, I just wanted to talk to one of my old students, is that a bad thing?” Alicia said, frowning slightly, but smiling nonetheless. “You all go off in such different places that it worries me, that I may never see you again... anyway, was there any reason to come back? For research or anything?”

“Oh, sorry about that,” Svetlana said as she gave a quick bow. “Well I came to see if I could get a job out here to further my research you see. Things just haven’t worked out as I hoped back home.” Svetlana said with a sigh.

“Mnm… I’m gonna guess you asked Mathilde to recommend you to the Headmistress? I can help recommend you with her too. We definitely need more teachers around here, one with level-heads… I do not think you’d do so bad as long as you keep responsibilities in mind. Just that maybe the kids here might take you the wrong way at times.”

“Oh, I would be really grateful if you did that for me, Mrs. Alicia. I really would need the job since it would help me out greatly. Don’t worry not like things like that didn’t happen when I was a student here before, and plus when it comes to job I give it my all,” Svetlana said with a big smile.

“Just because they happened doesn’t mean… oh, do as you wish – not like anyone listens – I’d imagine you coming to me crying if an Organization lodges an official complaint and you’re in danger of losing the job right after gaining it. Well, I know the Headmistress and I are good old friends so I know she’ll trust me. You may count on me… but what fields do you intend to cover, and for what years?”

“Don’t worry Mrs. Alicia things won’t get that out of hand,” Svetlana said with a laugh. “Well I think I can teach anything related with Faerie lore best.”

“Well, as you’d know there is a specialised Faerie lesson class where you may teach, and there is one period for lore teachings in the regular classes… but you’d need to know more than one lore for that. Hm, how well are you with the idea of spell teaching?”

“I’m fine with it. When I put my mind into something there’s nothing I can’t do,” Svetlana said proudly.

“I see, any other lores you know suitable for teaching?”

“Well there is Infernal lore but I believe I’m better suited for Faerie lore don’t you think~?”

“Considering you’re Mathilde’s special student, I suppose that’s true,” Alicia said with a shrug. “Alright, that’s that then. Now you know what to answer to the Headmistress when she asks what you want to teac-” she stopped, the ringing of her cell phone buzzing through the air. “Excuse me.” The teacher listened attentively to the other side, and her face was serious.

“Yes… yes… I see my daughter is…” she sighed. “I shall be on my way. I did not think this would happen so early in the morning.”

Alicia then hung up on her phone, and gave Svetlana a terse bow.

“It seems like I have a bit of an emergency due to my problem child. It was nice speaking with you, Svetlana, take care.”

“Would you like some help Mrs. Alicia I think I’m pretty good at handling trouble children~!” Svetlana offered happily.

Alicia gave a sincere smile. “...Are you able to handle fire?”

“Of course I can. Why if I may ask?”

“You’ll need to know how for the situation.”

Steel danced in the air and sparks were often formed. Svetlana fought both the students as they dashed across the room, slashing at her with blades equipped in their hands.

Juumonji Akihiko, the young man held a dagger that had strange carvings on it, while Linfield Aozora wielded a katana, one that seemed sharp enough to slice through air even if it wasn’t used properly.

Clapping twice, Svetlana readied a bolt of lightning upon her palm as she concentrated the mana she attained from a distant Realm. Aozora’s blade sailed down at Svetlana as she saw both of them attempting to attack her from both sides. A bolt of lightning was sent to the left and the dagger blocked the katana to the right. Akihiko fell to the floor, feeling paralyzed, the electricity was felt despite it touching only his dagger.

“That wasn’t a bad plan. But remember you’re fighting a mage, don’t think you won’t be seeing magic being sent your way.” Svetlana said as she then stepped back and prepared another spell to send at Aozora. Svetlana felt something at her feet, but by that time it was too late. It seemed like Akihiko’s scarf was somehow entangled with her feet before she knew it, and when she looked back to him, it seemed like his scarf could extend. The scarf pulled her and she fell; her spell breaking up along with her concentration. Aozora tossed her sword at Svetlana directly at this chance as she fell.

The sword stabbed into the wooden floor and the tiny graduate dodged it nimbly with acrobatic movements, her flexibility as a child-like person was astounding. She then stabbed the attached scarf with her dagger and removed it.

“Oh, that was very sneaky of you. Almost had me there.” Svetlana said, clapping twice again, as she then decided to prepare a different spell for them. Dead Air, a spell of CreoAurum, it was designed to be a true hindrance to people who were especially not used to bad and pungent smell. As a result, the entire hall was full with said smell as Svetlana gleefully unleashed her spell to the air.

“What the hell…”

“I can’t… breathe…”

“You can’t stop just because of bad scent… tch, this is why girls are so…” Akihiko glared at Svetlana who stood amidst the storm of corpse-meat wind, and seemed completely unfazed. Akihiko, in anger, casted a spell, he stomped against the wooden floor and the wood around Svetlana shattered, the small logs of wood turned into sleek barbed shafts that rushed at her, giving her no time to react; making small wounds across her figure.

“How’s that?” he said, breathing heavily.

“My, my.” Svetlana said as her eye was closed and she was facing down. Svetlana simply clapped her hands twice yet again, this time the wind began swirling around Akihiko and it began picking up speed really quick. Eventually something akin to a small tornado formed and he was sent into the air, only to fall over Aozora.

“To think I have to fix my dress already, tch,” Svetlana said pouting as she looked at some of the holes caused by the shafts. “Anywho you’re welcome to challenge me anytime again but don’t come expecting you can beat me even if you two train harder together,” Svetlana said happily.

“That does not sound very encouraging,” Aozora said with a chuckle.

...After an hour, Mathilde took a peek from outside the hall room. Tipsy as she was, she recovered slightly, and perked up by the absence of her student when she woke up. Memories hardly came back to her and the first thing she realized was that two other students requested some combat-oriented training yesterday. Totally not remembering that she pushed the job on Svetlana, she was confused to find Svetlana beating up Aozora and Akihiko over and over again.

“Woah, she sure is letting †˜em have it.” It seemed like Akihiko and Aozora kept challenging Svetlana and were losing over and over, hardly ever coming close to victory. Finally, the teacher started to feel bad about the two and entered.

“Ahaha… this looks like a real mess,” she commented, chuckling nervously. “Sevvy-chan, I think they need a rest, don’t you think?”

Upon hearing Mathilde’s voice Svetlana turned around and pointed at her. “Big sis, why did you forget your promised to teach them! Anywho, this was their choice, they were the ones who kept challenging me over and over again. They were so stubborn, but yet so cute on how they kept trying,” Svetlana said as she then headed towards Mathilde.

“Oh jeez, you don’t change, your explanation is so fast it’s hard to keep up,” Mathilde walked up to Svetlana and looked at the two again. “But you really beat them up hard, huh? Good job!”

“Hey!” The two behind Svetlana yelled in unison.

“You can praise me more~! For I am Svetlana conqueror of worlds~!” Svetlana said laughing. “Just kidding~.”

“That’s not a good job!” a loud voice resounded and Mathilde shivered before hiding behind Svetlana. “You’re literally abusing them here, and she wasn’t even providing useful pointers throughout the session.”

“Umm, Alicia, calm down?”

“Or how about you take some responsibility?”

“Yes m’am.”

“...I see you’re back, Svetlana, I didn’t expect you to do something like this, though. You must be more considerate of their health, dear.” This person who was slightly taller than Mathilde was Alicia. One of the oldest teachers of the Eastern Magic Academy, she was a master of various fields and was a former Magic Magister, and a wife to a Duke in England no less. Svetlana knew her as her teacher of Ignem and Infernal Lore, and even Theology.

“Long time no see Mrs. Alicia” Svetlana said as she bowed. “Well I was sorta put on the spot so I didn’t really have much planned out you see.”

“Yes, but, there was no need to… well, I suppose what’s done is done,” Alicia said, heaving a sigh, and pointing at Mathilde. “You will be in charge of getting them back to full health. I’ll be borrowing your †˜Sevvy-chan’ for a while.” She then dragged Svetlana away from the hall.

“So how was Russia… ehehehe, did you finally get yourself a gentleman there? I hope you did!” Mathilde asked, half drunk by now. She held a large bottle and most of it was downed already.

“Eeeh, I had no time for things like that. Too much work and I had to take care of mama,” Svetlana said as she took a drink from her orange juice, since she found alcohol to be too strong for her.

“Well that’s too bad! So what kind of works did you do there?”

“Just some work for the government I suppose, but they were so stingy when it came to paying.”

“Maybe they don’t have enough tax to pay you guys with? Then again government jobs simply don’t pay well. What was the job anyway, customer service or something? Mundane things like that? I guess they do that on Japan too…”

“Umm, well I suppose. But anyways how you been big sis? Have you finally found a man yourself?” Svetlana said as she tried to change the conversation.

“Ahahaha, of course not, silly! A faerie like me would not be fancied by a man, that’s preposterous! I’m fine seeing my students embark safely to their futures instead.”

“Could it be big sis has no luck with men?”

“Mnm, it’s more so that I don’t try, but… I don’t know, to men I’d be an old hag anyway.”

“That’s not true, big sis. In the first place I think most men wouldn’t believe you if you told them your actual age. I think most would think you’re in high school or something,” Svetlana said happily.

“High school huh… that sure brings back memories… but I don’t know, girl, I can’t really understand love anyway!” Mathilde exclaimed averting her gaze and picking up yet another bottle. “Maybe I only really love this,” she said clinging to the bottle with a look of bliss. “I can only tease people about romance but I’m not really one for it myself.” She laughed afterwards, drinking more.

“Maybe if you drank a little less big sis~!” Svetlana said with a chuckle. “Anywho big sis you think you can help me out getting a job here? The pay back at home isn’t cutting out for me anymore,” Svetlana said with a sigh.

“Mnmm,” Mathilde considered half-heartedly, drinking deep from the bottle despite listening to her student. “Weeeeeell… did ya know the Queen’s Meeting is to start in some days? The Headmistress is on leave for the week, but I †˜hink I can recommend you. This is a bit tricky, though…. what †˜bout †˜er mum?”

“Eeh, really? Well I hope it doesn’t take too long. I kinda do need a constantly better paying job. Well I was thinking that I could send her money and just keep in check through the mail till I can eventually bring her over.”

“Ya can mail over the Royal Council’s service buuuuuut… it’s a little annoying to get the thing straightened out, †˜ya know? They dunno much Japanese †˜nd all. Oh, right, how much did they pay back in Russia?”

“Let’s just say they were total rip-offs! But compared to anything else I guess it paid the most,” Svetlana said with a sigh.

“Depending on †˜ow many fields ye can cover, †˜nd hours, and uhh… if yer workin’ as an assistant or not, you’ll get… hmm, I dunno, starting with at leaaaaaast around 200,000 Yen? Or more? Is that much?” she said, apparently unsure herself. “I don’t go to town as much now, unless I gotta get some booze, so the inflation rate and stuff are lost to me now.”

Upon hearing the number Svetlana stayed speechless for a bit not believing the amount she just heard. Considering she had to put her life in great danger to even earn anything close to that much in Russia.

“Big sis please help me get the job!” Svetlana said as she grabbed Mathilde’s hands and looked at her with her eye as it seem to sparkle.

“Then Sevvy-chan…” Mathilde grinned, a glint of flash on her eyes just like Svetlana. “How about you get me a rare and expensive bottle of alcohol for me?” It was on. Anyone who would beg her for some form of help always had to do something in return. It was like everyday business for her now, and this sly fox always knew when to charge people with requests. Mathilde was known for this throughout the academy, always making people do things for her healing spells.

Svetlana expected Mathilde would request something like that after having so much time with her before. “Alright big sis.” Svetlana said as she stood up and went to her bag and took a bottle out. “Here you go, one of the most expensive and rare Vodkas from Russia~.”

“Waaahhh! As expected of my beloved student~!!” Mathilde exclaimed, literally jumping into the new bottle and hugging it like it was her long-lost love. She rubbed her cheeks against it lovingly. “Alright, big sis got this! Just leave it to me!”

“Thank you very much big sis,” Svetlana said happily.

There was a knock on the door, and Mathilde could hardly go up to it. Svetlana took the signal, going and opening the door for her. Two students entered, and they both seemed rather unique. One wore a black dress, Svetlana instantly thought of the gothic lolita girls. The other was a young man in expensive-looking coat and scarf, he wore a face of indifference and boredom.

“I’m sure you promised to give us special training, teacher?” the man said, appearing to be a little impatient.

“We woke up early as you told us, teacher,” the girl said, she held a wand in hand, apparently prepared.

“Umm, I did…?” Mathilde said, not even half-awake anymore. “Sevvyyyyyy-chaaaaaaan, help †˜em out or somethin’ I’m gonnaaaa pass ouuuuutttttt.”

“Eeh.” Svetlana responded as she did not expect something like this. “But I have no clue what you…” Svetlana then stopped as she noticed Mathilde had fallen asleep.

Everyone in the room heaved a sigh audibly.

“Now what do we do…?” The girl placed the wand instead of her finger under her chin as she considered.

“What is she even thinking? A kid can’t train us to fight in the next Magic War.”

“Hey, I’ll have you know I graduated from this academy already and I have plenty of experience,” Svetlana said as she felt a bit disrespected.

“Really? A kid like you could even be admitted here? By what sorcery?” the boy said, surprised.

“Through my big sis of course, and unlike you she fully trained me herself.”

“Is she able to pull some strings or something? Only sixteen year olds and above can enroll here you know.”

“I’ll have you know I’m twenty-four years old but thanks for thinking I look so young,” Svetlana said happily.

“I don’t even…”

“There are many special people in the Magic World,” the apparent gothic girl finally interrupted. “I feel that she is a Faerie… am I correct, Miss?”

“Biiiingo~” Svetlana said joyfully as she pointed at the girl. “Do you think you’re from this academy and not even figure that out, boy?” Svetlana said with a chuckle as she placed her right hand around her mouth. “But the young Miss sure is bright.”

“Why, thank you.” The girl bowed. The classmate beside her scoffed in defeat but didn’t speak. “Would you be so kind as to train us? Considering you’re an experienced graduate and were trained by Mathilde-sensei, I wouldn’t think you’re under-qualified?”

“Well then I suppose I can but did big sis tell you what kind of training she was gonna give you?” Svetlana asked as she herself wasn’t sure what she might teach them out of the blue.

“Combat training,” the girl answered. “Nothing actually special. The practice sessions aren’t enough for us… you see.”

“Oh I can do that then. Did she mention any specific location she was gonna take you two besides meeting her here?”

“Combat Practice Hall 110,” was the answer given to Svetlana. “We waited for our teacher but she never showed up, so we visited her here.”

“Alrighty~ Let's gooo~” Svetlana said joyfully as she quickly went to her bag and took her dagger out. “Don’t go thinking things will be easy just cause of my appearance okay~” Svetlana happily said as she headed out the room.

The scorching sun was veiled by the clouds, but its distinctive warmth was unmistakable, the neon lights and the beauty borne from technology was unmissable, the difference in culture and the people was as ever, unbelievable. Svetlana journeyed across Japan, a place she somehow felt more at home in. It was a country devoid of snow and smog. The mornings seemed brighter unlike Russia where it was night at all times regardless of the time on clocks. For that country lacked time itself in reality. She found the nostalgic bots cleaning litters and trashes like the last time she was here. She’d often mistake them for lifeless things to throw trash at, but then they’d open their cover and gobble the trash up whenever she’d dispose anything there.

It took her some time to find the Boundary which separated the Magic Academy from where she graduated some years ago. She could remember going in and out with ease in the past, but perhaps she was less attuned now to the environments after having spent so long in Russia working as a Raider. As a Raider, she was busy solving puzzles to catch people or beat up criminals. She was not sure if they were really criminals, for the Soviet was shady themselves, but she did what she was paid for; that was her job.

As she walked around the certain street in Tokyo around the Shinjuku ward – trying to find the Boundary – she reminisced how she ended up deciding to go to Japan. Back then, about two weeks ago, Lily was heavily wounded and Svetlana and her mother helped her recover. Lily thanked them, but eventually revealed to Svetlana that she was called back by her affiliates to go back home. Lily offered Svetlana to go with her, but Svetlana felt that it wouldn’t be right to go to England with Lily. Svetlana did not know English, nor did she knew what to do there aside from sight-see, she did not know anyone there, either. On the other hand, she was thinking of going back to Japan to further her research. Something she started in search of finding a way to bring back her mother’s lost memories.

Svetlana looked forward to meeting some of the old teachers she knew, especially the Faerie lady who identified her Gift and took her in, eventually bringing her to the academy so she could be a practitioner of magic. The girl was forevermore grateful to her teacher and she respected her above all else in the academy. Back then in the academy, studying and researching, doing homeworks and learning magic was a competition. Whoever was more skilled would always be praised and whoever had the highest progress were rewarded with reputation and fame swiftly. For they were scholars, all they could pursue were greater abundance of knowledge and magical power.

Thinking about all these things, Svetlana blinked her eyes. Abruptly, she found herself looking down to squeaky clean, sparkling tile floors, and gorgeously designed premises. She looked up to the large building before her, and realized that her had finally reached it – the Eastern Magic Academy.

“Well, what do you think? Do you think this place changed?”

Svetlana looked to the side and found her old teacher. Her labcoat was the same as ever. Her height and her featured hadn’t grown much in all these years, either. The faerie almost hadn’t changed. Her deep black hair waved against the breeze, a sight similar to the time Svetlana departed from the academy for Russia.

Svetlana took a quick sprint towards her old teacher and she jumped at her as she hugged her. “Big siiister~!” Svetlana said happily.

“Oh, dear,” she said, “You don’t change, do you? Welcome back, Sevvy-chan,” she said, holding Svetlana so she’d not fall off.

“I’ve missed you sooo much big sis!” Svetlana said as she continued hugging her tighter.

“I figured you would, living so far in that cold country and all,” her teacher said. “Well, let’s continue in my office, you wouldn’t want to talk in this place, would you?”