Mystic Origin

**Date Started:** July 4th, 2021
**Date Completed:** Ongoing
**Previous Role-Play:** N/A
**Users Involved:** User:KontonMan, User:GoldenPiece, User:BQD, User:EmperorSigma, User:Black Dwarf Star, User:Majin Khi, User:MorellaVoltaire, User:ThePirateKingmaker, User:ArgoDevilian, User:Sakura0Xavier, User:GranCrux, User:Lemasters30, User:Starving Skeleton, User:Felos321, User:GuyCivic, User:Great Achlus, User:ColeKane101
**Setting:** Clover Kingdom
**Characters Involved**:
* **Rookie Mages**: Fen Monroe, Gray Roland, Dion, Kingston Draconus, Ferrah Pan, Judas Eisenheart, Bella Ravenwine, Xiomar Blaze, Whiskey Romaine, Saori Yōchū, Flan Fflur, Bishop Quintrell, Zephyr, Rebekah, Gron Xavier, Alev Rainier
* **Magic Knight Captains**: Rosanne Vermillion, Zahir Fubushi, Lucielle Silva, Feuer Sirvard, Leonardo Elio, Loholt Pendragon \*, Samson, Zener Rhine

## Overwhelmed

Exiting the Draconus manor, Kingston Draconus held his broom in hand and slowly closed the door behind him. He was a rather odd-dressing young man when compared to the other noble houses of the Clover Kingdom, but he was a free spirit and it was what made him much different from the rest of his family.

Kingston had long spiky hair down the middle of his head, which was shaved on the sides much similar to that of a buzz or Caesar cut. The name he had given this hair style was the "King's Mohawk", something he often joked with his brothers about when they decided to give him a hard time about cutting it all off. His clothing consisted of an all-white short-sleeved t-shirt with a dark gray zip-up hoodie with white lines along the sleeves. For the lower body, he wore a pair of track pants the same color as his hoodie with match strips along the legs. It was clear that this was some type of outfit that was bought together.

"Ah, I'm assuming you're going to attend the Gala?" A masculine voice asked, grabbing the handle of the wood and glass door just before Kingston was able to close it.

Kingston didn't have to turn around to identify the male. His voice had given him up. "Uh, yeah," said Kingston, nodding his head aggressively. "I finished training a bit earlier than I planned and had nothing better to do for the rest of the day, so I decided I should just go out and pass the time. Maybe, uh, get a breath of fresh air. Who knows, might find my wife. Unlike you, Marth." He shrugged his shoulders.

Marth was the elder brother of Kingston and despite their opposing skin colors, he was without a doubt of blood relations. Their father wasn't the most loyal being on the planet when it came to woman, so Marth could be considered a "bastard" child.

"Hahaha," Marth laughed warmly while smiling and turning his head to the side. "Is that so? Or is it because you'd like to see the competition you'll have to face in the upcoming exams? Though, I do like the sound of you finding love. Would maybe have you calm down a bit on your training."

Looking around awkwardly, Kingston took a step forward. "If you think I'm going to see the "competition" you'd better go back in there and brush up on your common sense, Marth. It seems your brain may be failing you as you've come to say some rather dumb things recently."

"You may have been able to fool the naïve eye of Zakari, but you not I." Said Marth, stepping out of the giant manor to fully appear outside. "You are aware, Kingston," he took a dramatic pause and stepped up even further to stand at Kingston's side. "You aren't required to take this exam, your seat as a Magic Knight is solidified to any of the squads you'd like to be apart of."

Nodding, "Of course," Kingston said, "Can't forgot about the best part of being apart of a Royal Family, right?" The teen said sarcastically, dropping the broom to the ground on for it to stop just inches before hopping on it and flying off.

It took him a while to reach the Gala's location, but after a long journey he finally did. Landing to the ground, he looked around and noticed the large flock of people. "And here we are."

Walking through the crowd a tall white-haired man, wearing an elegant suit the same color as his hair, approached the youngest son of the House Draconus, who looked a little lost, and waved with one hand as he carried a goblet. a friendly smile on his face Gehard Silva greeted the guy:

"Hello, welcome Kingston-sam, it's great to see you here!"

Even though he was raised among royalty, Gehard was of commoner blood, and this caused his mother several problems, as they were customarily regarded by much of those at the top of the Clover Kingdom satiety as transgressors for tainting their lineage. nobleman with commoner blood. And for someone who grew up surrounded by this prejudice, it was something very significant to see the people of the Royals and Nobility interested in building relationships with the Commoners, it made him feel closer to achieving his goal of regaining his mother's respect and place in House Silva, and that alone justified his smile.

Coming closer to Kingston, seeming to have some intimacy with the boy, and said:

“It's not every day that we see Royals participating in events like this, and honestly, that makes me very happy. How about we get you a drink?”

Stopping in his tracks, Kingston looked over to Gerhard. The dark-skinned teen was well aware of who Gerhard was as he made it his own goal to study most of the rookies and their backgrounds as much as he could. Maybe the statement made by Marth earlier was correct and Kingston didn't want to admit it due to being guilty for it.

"Ah, Gerhard of House Silva," He responded back as he identified him as a member of the Royal House Draconus. "Here I'm just Kingston Draconus, examinee of the upcoming Magic Knights exam."

Kingston looked around the area for a brief moment and noticed the sudden swarm of people arriving. He made out a few of the people, more royals like himself and even other noble houses appeared for the feast of free food. If there was one thing the Clover Kingdom knew how to do, it was throw a hell of a party.

Shoulders shrugging, "Yeah, we can. Thinkin' about trying out a slushy."

Accompanying Kingston to the buffet table, as he approached the table he refilled his punch bowl, which by then was empty, and after taking a sip he turned to Kingston and asked:

"So Kingston-San which squadron would you like to be accepted into ?, wait let me guess,... of course the Golden Dawn, besides being the greatest glory for a rookie, I think working with family must be more comfortable ..." As he said that for a moment Gehard looked away as if something was bothering him, and swallowing dryly he turned back to face his fellow royalty and continued:"...Well, despite my troubled relationship with most of my family, I wouldn't mind being under Lucielle-san, she was one of the few who was never cruel to me, quite the opposite..."

"Man, this place is pretty fucking huge..." Fen Monroe squinted as he glanced around the ballroom. Large chandeliers, brilliant lights and glass stained windows. This dome was absolutely massive and while Fen had seen it from a distance before, really being inside of it provided him with a whole new perspective of how gargantuan the place really was.

Today was a gathering of the Rookies. The Royals of the Clover Kingdom in attempts to close the gap between Noble and Commoner had arranged for all of those hoping to become Magic Knights this year to attend. Supposedly it was also meant to build bonds between those at the gala. To bring forwards a united Clover.

But that wasn't Fen's main concern right now. While he wanted to search for his friends, he had currently occupied himself with grabbing and eating from one of the buffet tables.

Glancing around the large stadium in wonder Gray let out an impressed whistle, he had only ever seen ballrooms in magazines or news, haven't ever had the luxury to actually be inside one before today. "Sheeesh!!" Gray breathed out as he stood with his back against the wall while continuing to look about. "This here place is like luxury." He stated before looking at all the people currently mulling around.

"I reckon imma have to work real hard to impress them there Captains." He concluded to himself as he pulled out a toothpick and began chewing on it, something he only did when he was growing nervous. While he was truly confident in his capabilities, having trained might and day since receiving his grimoire over a year prior, Gray was still a bit nervous seeing as he was just some hick from the country side and the only person in his family who was lucky enough to have a good magical affinity. "I hope I ain’t mess up this here chance since my whole family’s lovely hood is hanging on it."

With his thought settled Gray took the opportunity to scan the area more a bit more seriously while before making his way towards a random table to seat himself while he waited.

Dion had never felt so out of place. Rarely did commoners like him get to partake in events like galas, at least as a guest. He found himself staring at the many teenagers, aged much like him that delivered foods, opened doors, and cleaned whatever areas they could, rather than any other applicant knights that might've arrived. It was crazy to think about, that if not for one sharp-mouthed boy and another with a god complex, he'd likely be in the very same scenario as the ones that worked there.

An audible gulped could be heard as he walked through, hoping to find any sort of familiarity. Was he supposed to sit? Or to remaining standing? To mingle? It was hard to tell really.

"Damn...just where are those two?"

"Oi, Dion." Fen said. He tapped his hand against his shoulder a few times to get his attention. In Fen's free hand was a plate of seafood, so much so that it was threatening to fall off of his plate and spill to the ground. "What the fuck took you so long to find me?!"

Dion seemed surprised, visibly shaking when Fen tapped his shoulder. It seemed like an almost animal-like reflex to scurry away, however the boy caught himself as he flinched, instead relaxing before gazing at the large plate. “Jeez dude, you’re like a damn ghost…what’s up with all the food?”

"Why're you calling me a ghost?! Cause I like food? Where the fuck is the correlation with that shit?!" Fen eyes widened as his tone rose. He caught himself, taking in a breath. "Do you know what else we're supposed to do here?"

Dion sighed, he had almost gotten used to Fen’s mannerisms by now. His eyes still darted around the room, hoping that people hadn’t paid attention to Fen. “Not really, no. I’m not even sure why I’m here honestly….I guess to get a peak of the life I’m supposed to live. A life full of delicious food, beautiful women and clean floors! Just look at them…”

Fen blinked. "Clean floors? The fuck?! You're surrounded by Magic Knight dudes and you're thinking about the floors?! Motherfucker..." "Should we go find people? You think they have like, actual Magic Knight fuckers here?" he continued to speak, a sparkle appearing in his eyes. "You think people from Golden Dawn are up in this bitch?"

“Yes? No? I don’t know, Fen. I’d steer away from them anyways. I heard they’re all…” Dion nearly gagged. “Incredibly hard working.”

"I heard them Golden Dawn Folk got a stick stuck way up there butt." Gray called out to the duo as he overheard their conversations as he was passing by. "Supposedly them and the Silver Eagle's only look fer nobility." He finished as he waved at the duo in greeting. "I ain't mean to cut into ya conversation but ya'll were might loud even with all them nobility being haughty and all." He stated as he chewed on his toothpick. "Name's Gray, Gray Roland."

"I thought I was from the sticks..." Fen mumbled. "Both of y'all gotta shut the fuck up about Golden Dawn. There's no stick up my ass, that's Bishop's thing. I just wanna be the Captain of that Squad."

“Name’s Dion and this one here is Fen. Pleasure to meet you, I guess.” Dion felt relieved knowing that he couldn’t, even in his wildest dreams be accepted by Golden Dawn. “You seem to know a lot about squads, Gray. Mind telling me which one works the least?”

"If ya looking for the least amount of work I'd recon something like the Violet Orca Orca or the Aqua Deers." Gray Replied as he took a seat at their table. "From what I hear The Violet Orca are more of a Stealth/Intelligence Division, so I reckon ya'll wont do much work outside of spying on other kingdoms but don't taky ma works to hear, thems just gossiping ." He stated as he scratched his head in thought. "Rumor is that the Aqua Deer are the sqaud that deals with all the Magic and Technological Research for Clover, meaning ya'll probably will be doing a bunch of studying and stuff." Gray stated with a slight grimace at the thought of being stuck studying all day. "Although I'd day ya best bet for a lazy time is Silver Eagle even if they a bunch of stuck up assholes, they deal with the Police Force so ya can just patrol all day easily."

"That's stupid as fuck." Fen replied. "Why be sneaky or a fancy ass nerd?! Golden Dawn or Crimson Lion. MAYBE Black Bull. Those fuckers get to do shit. Invade and protect and all that fancy shit. That's the kind of life a Clover Kingdom dude should aspire for!"

He turned to Dion, a smirk on his face. "No one should aspire for clean floors..."

"He got a point there." Gray supplied with a shrug.

“Huh? I’m not gonna get into this again with you Fen. I guess I’ll see for myself, if the squad captains show up that is, I don’t want to see nobles all day. Having the life I deserve….” Dion daydreamed.

"Don't expect much from em." Gray commented again. "Most of em try to not show much until the actual exams, I think this the first year they doing something like this."

"How the fuck do you know that?" Fen asked. "Aren't you a broke guy like me?"

"Just cuz i'm broke don't mean I'm dumb." Gray replied with a shrug. "Plus ya won't believe the thing these Nobles be chatting when ya get them hammered enough "Gray stated as he gestured to a group of drunk Nobles bragging off to the side. "Ya just gotta use her ear"

“I-I’m sorry did I hear that right? D-d-do you…get nobles drunk?!” Dion said worriedly, head tilting to make sure nobody could hear them. “Are you fucking insane?! That could get you in some serious trouble man!”

"AHAAHAHAHA!" Fen howled with laughter. "YOU GOT THEM DRUNK?! YOU GOT NOBLES DRUNK?! YOU?! THAT'S FUCKING INSANE!"

"What they ain't know won't hurt." Gray stated with a shrug as he discreetly pulled out a few jewels from his pocket. "Can't say they aint deserve it." He muttered while hiding the Jewels again. "Oi Keep ya voice down ya idiot, ya want the damn room to hear ya." Gray whispered in a harsh tone.

“Shut your mouth, you dumbass!” Dion retorted, attempting to place his hand over Fen’s mouth.

“Oh y-you’re disgusting!!” Dion pulled his hand away, wiping it against his dark long sleeved shirt. “Damn it, Fen, do you always have to cause that much of a scene?”

"You're the one that tried to put your meaty hands on my mouth! I could've gotten...horse disease or some shit." Fen retorted, wiping at his tongue with the sleeve of his shirt. "Plus, I was just laughing. This guy's weird."

Shaking his head as he realized it was useless to combat Fen’s retorts, Dion instead attempted to learn a little more about Gray. After all, he couldn’t well place him on a good light. “So, uh….what squad are you trying to join?”

"I'm aiming fer either the Crimson Lion's or the Green Mantis." Gray replied after a quick pause to think. "Although I ain't mind the Black Bull's or Golden Dawn, but their more like my back ups.." He stated with a nod of his head. "How bout the both of ya'll?"

"Golden Dawn, come on." Fen was quick to reply. "I'll become the next Captain of that Squad. And then I'm a goddamn hero."

Dion didn’t answer at least not yet. He wanted to see where Gray’s head was at. “What’s so good about the grasshoppers? I’ve heard they’re a weird squad is all…”

"They're Black Ops." Fen turned to face Gray. "They do some shady shit, more than the other crews though. They're not weirdos, they're fucking badasses! I ain't joining that place though. Golden Dawn is the only way for me."

"That's what makes them Fun, a Squad of misfits." Gray sated with a smile. "Can't deny that would be fun."

“What about Crimson Lion?” Dion smirked, perhaps Gray was like him. “There’s hardly any invasions here anyways aren’t there?”

"People always trynna take aim at Clover since we the strongest Kingdom" Was Gray's response as he recalled the few times groups appeared in his home town causing trouble only to be stomped out by the Crimson Lions. "Domestic Defense ain't only for invasion they handle everything the Police Force can't."

“God that sounds like a lot of work…what about the remaining squads? Are any of them, you know, like…for people like me?” Dion asked worriedly.

"I mean that depends on ya and how ya do in the Magic Knights exams." Gray stated as he tired to think up what squad would fit Dion. "Ya magic, what yer affinity?"

“I’d rather not say.” Dion responded without a second thought. After the many times Fen had asked, it had become second nature to respond that way. “Well, if you need to know about me to see what squad is fitting…I guess you could say I’m a genius. Yep. That’s exactly it, I’m smart enough to know that working hard is useless.” Dion nodded to himself. “Does that help?”

"Not one bit." Gray replied but decided it was best to drop the the question. "If yer a genius as ya claim them go to the brainy squads like I said earlier Violet Orca or Aqua Deer."

“Maaaaan, I’ll just pick in the moment. This is too much to think about! If I pass that is.” Dion pressed his hands lightly against his head. “Yep, yep. Just go with the flow. Anyways. I think we’re supposed to sit down now, and I need to find someone else here. So if you’ll excuse me. It was…it was okay to meet you, Gray.” Dion nodded before he set off in search of Bishop.

"Yeah, let's go find Bitchop..." Fen agreed. "Let's find your boss, D-money!"

Waving the duo off Gray returned to scanning the room for another group of Nobles he could get drunk for more information.

### Table 1

As the gala began to go into full swing, one young man walked in rather late. Unlike the other Mages, he wasn't dressed in anything that could be considered formal attire. He couldn't really afford it to begin with. He was just wearing a simple, black, long-sleeved shirt, linen pants, and brown, leather boots. The strangest part of his attire was the black mask over his mouth, but his general was even stranger.

His eyes were gold, with black sclera, his hair was white, and his skin was yellowish and sickly-looking. He looked around and the gala, noticing the buffet tables and waiters carrying trays of food drinks. "There's food at this thing?" said Ferrah Pan. "Damn. Welp, time to look like the weirdo." He sauntered through the halls, not caring if his appearance attracted any attention.

“OH MY GOD ITS !!”

“OH MY GODDDDD!”

“MARRY ME!!!!”

“HAVE MY CHILDREN!!!”

“AAAARRR-AAAARRRRHHHHOOOOO!!!”

A mild ruckus could be heard from outside of the Gala’s Venue, as the voices of many woman shouting and screaming filled the air. There was only one man who could create such a ruckus, much rather at an important event like this. The screams only grew louder and louder as it was revealed to be a mob of nobles and commoners. This mob was lead by the one and only irresistible asshole, Judas Eisenheart. Age of 16, with beautiful brown skin, glistening light brown eyes and long and silk black hair. He stood at 6’1”, in a to be determined formal outfit, comprised of white long sleeve puff top under a checkered light blue and light purple coat, resting in his shoulders. The inner lining did the coat donned a blood red shade, that could be outshined by the coats golden cufflets.

Further down his impeccable physique were black slacks, paired with lovely black leather dress shoes. Not impressed yet? Didn’t think so, but that’s okay because this dick wouldn’t care as he was to fastened on his own “beauty”. He casually ignored the cries of the feminine mob behind him, because he had noticed a hair out of place while examining himself with a pocket mirror.

“Now now ladies, and uh dog….This is where we have to part, so here is a parting gift.” Judas’ spoke with an enchanting tone, examining the mob as he turned to face them. “**Goodbye Loves**.” He said erotically, before slowly closing his right eye. His eyelashes finally kissed, causing every single member of the mob human and dog to dramatically faint. “Pathetic.” Judas said, letting out a deep sigh as he turned back towards the entrance of the Gala to slowly walk inside.

Ferrah saw the actions of Judas out of the corner of his eye. "This fucking guy..." he mumbled, adjusting his scarf as he walked over to the dog, picking up as he went on his way.

Not far from the entrance of the Gala Venues, was a young woman, Bella Ravenwine, who looked a bit out of place as she noticed many rookie mages made her feel both nervous but also felt that a bunch of eyes were directly staring at her like daggers. She had long raven black hair that faded to red reaching down to her waist, bright cyan eyes and fair skin. Due to her outfit she was unsure if many people would judge her for her appearance but she didn't let that bother her as she wanted to focus on the exam. She noticed another individual in the distance that noticed her which caused her to jump a bit but she maintained a blank demeanor on her face.

It was Xiomar Blaze, who had long red hair tied in a low ponytail, red eyes and fair skin wearing an outfit that made him appear to look as if he was from nobility. Bella heard what sounded like girls screaming over someone which caused her to shiver a bit. Bella sighed to herself as she clapped her hands onto her cheeks to clear her thoughts until she bumped into someone.

"Oh...um...I'm sorry for bumping into you," Bella apologized in a soft but shy tone.

"Hm? Well hello there, you seem to be new here," the young man replied turning out to be Xiomar who gave Bella a polite smile, "first time here?"

"Oh um, yes," Bella nodded, "who are you?"

"I am Xiomar Blaze," Xiomar replied, "and you?"

"My name is Bella Ravenwine," Bella replied, "who was that guy that had those girls surrounding him?"

"Nice to meet you, anyways, should probably make our way inside," Xiomar said, "and someone you probably don't want to socialize with..."

Ferrah's eyes gazed at the pair of Magic Knight hopefuls, he scoffed as he went on his way, placing the dog back on the ground, having woken up. It barked happily at Ferrah as it ran around his feet. "Yeah, whatever," said Ferrah. "The only reason I came to this stupid thing was because I thought it would be happening at the venue for the Magic Knights Entrance Exam. And it's not like I can scope out other people's magic while I'm here... except that one guy I guess." The dog barked again. "Keep your voice down, unless you wanna get thrown out."

A girl glanced over to Ferrah, tilting her head a little before looking down at her clothes. It had cost quite a bit and she was really happy with it but looking around she felt a bit lost. Her entire attire was just woven with flowers, a white crown with a few cyan flowers to add some colour, white flowers and a few little pink flowers that were matching with her hair. Her shoes were out of place, a rather busted pair of white slip-ons but the dress had cost enough. It was mainly white with cyan brightening it up and make it look less like a bridesmaid dress, it stopped around her knees and had short sleeves. Overall it wasn't anything that was insanely beautiful but it was a lot better than some street clothes.

Taking a deep breath she began to play with her hair a little bit, taking one of the cyan flowers and fumbling with the petal gently. She had came from the Fflur Family, common people but had enough reputation to be known by a few. Their flower shop had been ran by her family for years - at least she was told as much, how long she never really knew. As such Flan Fflur just stood there, second guessing her entire outfit. Taking a deep breath though she walked over to Ferrah and waved a bit meekly.

"Nice dog. What's its name?" Flan asked looking Ferrah up and down, a bit confused why he didn't seem to put an effort in his clothing.

Ferrah's eyes were drawn to the young girl. He raised an eyebrow in confusion. From how she was looking him up and down, she could tell that everything about him confused her. Although, he was more confused on why the dog was the first thing she asked about. Normally they asked about the mask. "I don't know," said Ferrah, "I just found him. Haven't named him yet."

"Hm, well personally he appears to be much like a Rhododendron, but I suppose Rhodie is more appropriate for a dog," Flan answered before kneeling down and giving the dog a tickle under it's chin. "I am not sure how others may feel about a dog wandering a gala, sir. May be wise to take him home or something."

The dog responded positively to its new name, and the scratches underneath its chin that Flan provided. "Yeah, sure whatever, Rhodie it is. I wasn't thinking about sticking around for too much longer anyway. Not unless there's gonna be some big announcement or something. Come on, Rhodie." Ferrah began to walk away, but the dog didn't respond. "Rhodie, come on." Ferrah let out an exasperated sigh. "Rhododendron, let's go!" And at that, the dog happily walked up to his side.

Flan waved the two off with a smile on her face. She had officially ruined an owner with a long and unneeded name but since no one had stopped her, it was just a success. Turning around Flan went back to the gala to participate, hopefully not ruining someone else with her odd flower names.

Stepping in to the ballroom and straight into the Gala. It was... Quite spectacular indeed. **Sora** started to question why this was a necessity for a selection of would-be-knights who are far from the point of actually being picked yet. Not complaining to get to sample something closer to the experiences of the higher ranked, she began to wade through the gathering of people, almost slithering through the crowd in hopes of coming across anything or anyone of interest. She felt the movement in her backpack and she gave it a soft jab. "Be still. I don't know if you are permitted or not." She quietly hissed.

In her distraction, she failed to notice the person right in front of her who was starting to approach. Bumping into a pale man with a mask covering his face and a dog by his side, she reeled back slightly from the impact before steadying herself once more. "I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-" She began to apologize until she saw the dog clearly. Brightening up, it seemed like she had completely forgotten about the incident and instead looked back to him and said: "Oh! So animals are permitted? You can come out girl!" She called out into her backpack, from which a small little ball python slithered out. It was pale white with a selection of black patterns along its body, and it almost shimmered a bit as it began to curl around her neck. "I am Sora! Nice to meet you." She exclaimed with a hand extended to shake his.

"Hey! Watch where you're going!" Ferrah snapped after Sora walked into him. Raising another eyebrow in confusion as a snake came from her person, he continued. "I don't think animals are actually allowed. This one just followed some weirdo in here because of his magic." At the mention of her introduction, he sighed. "Whatever, I'm leaving."

A moving cloud of dust was seen rampaging it's way toward the gala. Up close you could see two individuals leading the charge. One was a short golden blonde female with large green eyes while the other was a blue haired amber colored eyes young man. The both of them while wearing entirely different attire, one wearing a formal dress and the other just a long jacket, the two shared one thing in common, they both had swords tied to their sides.

"Try to keep up dirt boy!" The girl exclaimed between pants, mocking the young man, trying to get a lead in their chase.

"I'm surprised someone dressed like a silver spooned idiot can be so proud. Leave it to you nobles." The young man responded before tilting his head up and picked up speed.

The both of them would end up tripping at the steps of the entrance, both of their faces being planted to the floor! And in complete sync they yelled out "first!"

"I got here first you blonde bimbo!" He yelled as he bonked her head with his scabbard.

"Damn it Ale! I got here first but you bumped into me and made me trip!"

"No I didn't! Stop being such a sore loser you Aria!"

The both of them slammed their foreheads against one another and pushed each other back as they continued to argue. Just as the duo were going to reach for their respective swords, the sound of shrieking came to them, looking over and noticing group of ladies clamoring for Judas.

"What is that some sort of fan club? Do you know that guy Aria?" Ale asked, forgetting about the rage he had just earlier.

"No... But he has a punchable face."

"Honestly...yeah."

### Table 2

A blonde haired girl watches as the new invitees go deeper into the party, before her gaze moves back to the entrance. This was Saori Yōchū, a civilian hailing from the Land of the Rising Sun. Just as quickly as her eyes move back to the entrance, she utilized her silverware to grab a bite of her food.

Someone walks up to her, a gentleman. Well, 'gentleman' might be incorrect, for he did a poor job of hiding his prior glances at Saori's chests. "Hello there," he says to her, moving his right arm out to appear inviting. "Would you care for a dance?" he asked the blonde.

Saori did not even budge, her head only moving to continue her observations of those coming in. It was as if she had never heard him in the first place.

"...Um, hello? Did you not hear me?" the man asked.

Suddenly one of the waiters move in, having been watching the girl in question ever since she arrived. "Sir, if I may." he started, "I would try your luck elsewhere. You're the 5th person to ask her for a dance so far, and the previous 4 could not get her attention either." he stated. When the man didn't leave after a few seconds, obviously believing he would be the one to get her attention, the waiter added "she's a commoner as well, despite her appearance." That was more than enough for the man to leave, looking for an actual noble girl to mingle with.

Meanwhile Saori's mind was moving at hyperspeed. '*OHGODOHGODWHATDOESHEWANTWITHME!? ADANCE!? NONONONONO, GOTTAREJECTGOTTAREJECT, UH, SHIT, HOWDOISPEAKAGAIN?? UH, UH...OH! Oh, the waiter saved me. Thank god. Phew!...Oh, I gotta thank hi- shit. Uh...what to do, uh...oh, I'll just tip him. Yea. That's a perfectly reasonable 'thank you' right? Yea. That should work. Aight. Perfect. Crisis averted. Good job, me.'*

Despite her ever stoic face, this was the real Saori - an introvert of the highest degree. A person incapable of speaking to others, not because she does not want to, but because she does not know how. It was one of the reasons why she left Hino, wanting to leave the isolation she felt within that country.

*'Oh, that made me thirsty.'* she thinks to herself. Mana starts to flow through her body, moving towards a target. Her fingertip channels the poison magic, generating a stream of purple liquid to flow into a cup. To anyone else, it was poison. But to her, having been drinking her own poison for the last two years, it was basically juice. '*refreshing....I wonder how everyone would think if they knew someone was casually drinking poison...hehe.'*

"Whatcha drinking there?" A boy's voice asked from Saori's side, belonging to none other than Alev Rainier, a young nobleman clothed in a fashionable three-piece suit who had arrived to the gala on time but had so far been observing a few of the more...noticeable mages. Amused by the other high-society guests who were irritated by a few wild cards' painful lack of subtlety, the young man had noticed the striking difference in this young foreigner's clothing and simply couldn't wait to talk to her anymore.

'*Ohcrapohcrap, how am I supposed to answer that!?'* thought Saori. Through her stoic façade, Saori was faced with a genuine dilemma. Ignoring the fact that she could barely utter a word to a stranger, much less in a crowd, the answer to his seemingly innocent question was *poison*. **I can't just casually say that in a crowd full of nobles!** Luckily, the solution was rather simple. It was her forte, after all.

Yes, that is right. She ignored him.

'*But, hmm...'* It didn't feel...right, this time. Sure, she had ignored 5 others, but this was the first who wasn't ogling at her body. If he was, at least he hid it well. So she decided to give him a hint. More mana flowed to the tip of her finger, another stream of poison - this one barely causing a stomach ache to an ordinary person - flowed into the cup. A hint, hopefully enough to satiate the boy's curiosity. **It definitely satiated my thirst, at least.** she thinks to herself in amusement.

At the sight of the magical liquid, Alev's curiosity was piqued. "...Some kind of juice magic? Wine magic, even?" He wondered aloud. This mysterious stranger was probably just shy; Alev seriously doubted anyone would try to enter the Magic Knights without knowing the language the kingdom spoke.

### Table 3

Heavy footfalls provided a backdrop to the noise of the gala as a large figure edged around the party center. It was rude to interrupt the socializing occurring all about the center, so Frozen Shogun worked their way around the ballroom floor. Their passage was helped by the path that opened around them, a nearly six and a half foot tall figure in heavy armor and coated with rime causing many to give a wide berth.

A low hum echoed from beneath the full face mask, a tune from a song long since forgotten by most. An anachronism from another age. Now that most people thought much of it as they looked at the strange figure. Though that being said, most decided it was time to move elsewhere, unless the eccentricity catch them unawares.

Frozen slowly walked over to the food table, their roundabout route still announcing their intentions. As they reached the table, Frozen just turned to the nearest person before asking, "Is this free?"

On his way out the building, Ferrah caught sight of the man in combat armor. "Oh cool, looks like there was someone even stranger than me here."

At the entrance of the Gala, a few Knights had held back a tall, lanky man with a mop of dirty blonde hair. He gestured to an invitation in his hand, and tapped his foot in irritation as it was verified. Finally, he snatched the paper back and continued walking, his garish Aloha shirt and baggy, dirt-stained shorts clashing with the hoighty-toighty, high and mighty clothes of the nobles. Despite his very late entrance, he didn't seem to be in a rush in the slightest bit, his steps paced and balanced on top of thick, wooden-soled sandals. On his hip, a dirty, banged up Grimoire smudged in food stains and garbage hung tied, and a leather case two feet in length hung on the apparently Magic Hobo's back.

Yawning and walking a bit bow-legged, known petty thief and Biggest Brother of Thieves House, Whiskey Romaine, strolled into the Gala, grinning from ear to ear and trying to stop himself from giggling like a kid in a candy shop. His fingers itched like crazy, wanting to dip into dresses and pants to fish around for treasure, but he could control himself for a bit. Right?

Despite the cigarette in his mouth, it was unlit and he didn't smell at all like smoke, but it did bounce wildly as he spoke to those around him. "Oya, oya, brothers and sister. Peace and love, peace and love, what is going on? Fancy Gala for us fancy Magic Knight squires, hmmmm?" He elbowed anyone nearby, crouching down to match their height if they were shorter than him. "Ora, ora, brother sister, what do you think the spread here is gonna be, hmm? Fancy finger foods? Red meat and beer? I bet the Knights have it good, eating every day." He was loud and obnoxious as he wandered towards the food table. "Nummy nummy for Whissssssskey! That's meeeeee!" He sung and spun on a toe, excited by the smells of Noble food.

Whiskey turned to Frozen, elbowing his armored figure warmly. "Well ain't you a frosty lad? Or lass, let's no assume. The food? Heck yeah it's free." He gestured to his baggy shorts, pockets stuffed with food. "I'm going home with a month's worth of food from this party." Wiping a hand on his shorts, he held it out straight. "Nice to meet'cha, Frosty Knight. I'm Whiskey, an honest soul out on a wonderous adventure called life. You and me, we're gonna be pals."

"It is an honor to meet you Sir Whiskey, my name is Frozen... Or is it Shogun... As for what I do, I wander. Though I normally do not range this far south, Just odd jobs here and there." The armored giant said as they gave a cold handshake, "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I must admit, I am glad this is free, I have not had a proper feast in months," The Giant picked up a large platter of Croquettes before undoing the lower half of their mask. Picking up three to four at a time, Frozen ate through the croquettes as quickly as they were able to. Though after four to five handfuls, they stopped and asked, "I take it that you are also here for the exam? If I may ask, which squads are you looking at?"

Whiskey almost choked as Frozen referred to him as a sir. His face went red and he coughed, spattering a few crumbs and thumping his chest. "Oh, oh *choke* that's hilarious. Sir Whiskey! Man, I guess that's a thing, right?" He leaned on the Giant, chortling good naturedly before going back to his munching. "Right? Knights man. They get the food like dang every day. Can you imagine eating this every day? I'd be fatter than a King! Kekekekeke!" Listening to Frozen, Whiskey would steal a croquette or two if he could get away with it. "Exam? Oh yeah, that's me, brother or sister Frozen and or Shogun. Super here to get into the just... greatest squad. Oh, I'm looking at the... Brown... Goose Squad. Pink Elephants? Sparkling Daisy? I forget the exact name..." He chuckled uncomfortably, averting his eyes. "What about you? You gotta be going for..." He would wait and see if Shogun would follow and try to mumble-mimic what he said.

"If you become a magic knight, then I suppose you would indeed be Sir Whiskey, I think that is how knights work at least. The book on nobility I read suggested it." Frozen replied before continuing, "That being said, I assume if you get to eat like this every day then you would not be as hungry when the food arrived," Frozen finished simply as they let Whiskey share in the food. "While I don't think those are squads, there may be ones I do not know about. Hopefully you succeed. As for myself, I care not which squad I get into." Frozen stated before a hint of exhaustion crept into their voice, "I merely seek to find something, and the Knights are my best chance at doing so."

Whiskey grinned and listened while eating hungrily, more off of Frozen's plate than his own. "Sir Whiskey has a ring to it. 'Suming I pass this test. My magic is the best though, so no way I'd lose to anyone else." He grinned widely and gestured to all the food. "I dunno, this food is so good that I'd probably just eat until I was super fat! Fat Knight Whiskey, that'd be me!" Leaning on the table, he made note of Frozen's response. "I see I ain't the only ignorant sum'bitch here then. What are you looking for? A treasure? I'll help you find it! Fifty-fifty, you and me."

"Something tells me that the captains would not allow you to become portly enough to earn that title," Frozen stated simply, "As for what I seek, I suppose it is a treasure, albeit it is a single item instead of something that could be split." The giant continued before pausing, "Though considering it likely lies within a dungeon, I do not see a reason why that makes a difference considering the vaults of treasure supposedly inside. Assistance would be most appreciated. Thank you."

Whiskey frowned and looked suspiciously at Frozen Shogun. "Dungeons, eh? Well, here's the deal then. You ever find this dungeon, and I'll help you out, in exchange for... the other treasures in the dungeon, yeah? Good." He patted Shogun's back reassuredly. "Well, I should be moseying. Seeing the sites, maybe sign up for one of them Knights groups. Have a good one, Shoggi Bear." Finishing his drink, he chuckled and headed off towards one of the captains, seeking out the next step.

### Table 4

Even in the hustle and bustle of the Gala, people talking and servers rushing to deliver their next platter, there was an area that few seemed to approach. Occasionally, a server would approach with a glass of some golden liquid and then leave with an empty glass. Or one would bring something from the food table. But unlike the remainder of the Gala, there was little to no conversation to be had in this location.

Feet kicked up on a table, a chair leaning back so that he could enjoy a relaxing moment. Food, some eaten but some left waiting to be devoured. Only a noble, or someone equally esteemed could take full advantage of an event this prestigious. And so, it came as no surprise that as the others bumbled around with an air of ignorance to what exactly they were doing or attending, Bishop Quintrell enjoyed the moment for what it was. An inauguration and celebration for what was to come for him. A prelude to success.

"BISHOP!!" Fen began to yell, dragging Dion alongside him as his arm wrapped around the latter's shoulders. The young boy was still balancing the platter of seafood with his free arm as they moved towards the Noble. The duo were given stares by other Noble's as they approached, though Fen paid no attention to them. What were they gonna do to him?

Fen took a seat at Bishop's table and set his plate on top of it. "What's up? Why're you with the stuffy folk?"

Bishop’s eyes opened, looking over to see Fen and Dion had made their way to him while he’d been dozing off. “Because, look at them.” Bishop replied, pointing down to where all the others were mingling, running around and otherwise having conversations he’d heard a thousand times over. “They don’t know what they’re doing. No dignity. They don’t deserve being next to me.”

Bishop then suddenly pointed a finger to Fen, his expression unchanging. Still having slightly furrowed brows. Unamused by the show put on by those below him. “What conversations have you had out there?”

"Met some hillbilly," Fen replied. "He was pretty fuckin' weird. I'm just waiting around now. Eating food. There are some weird ass people here though."

He jutted his chin towards a few figures. "Girl doesn't talk. Someone brought in a snake, some other guy a dog. Some weird flower girl. Some dude people are getting hard-ons for. Some guy in armour." Fen sighed. "Is there any point to this whole gala shit?"

Bishop scoffed as Fen went through the list of people in attendance. No dignity at all from these people.

“The Gala? I’ll be honest, the most I can gather is that it’s a celebration for the exams. But if you ask me, it’s a bit over the top.” Bishop also had little clue of the exact nature of this Gala. But the fact so many examinees were in attendance was enough for him.

Dion shrugged, before he pulled a chair to sit on. "I mean it's free food, so, kind of a win win for me."

"You're rich though..." Fen glared at Bishop. "How do you not know?"

“It's just hard to imagine they’d through something like this for an exam. Especially seeing as most of these individuals don’t seem to be all that. But, I attend plenty of events. So let me show you how I pass the time.” Bishop spoke. He looked a server in the eye, who quickly began to walk over to see to his needs.

“You two want anything to eat? Drink? The servers are here for a reason, they get paid for their attentiveness. It’s actually quite rude and redundant to go get the food yourself.” Bishop spoke, after all. If the servers weren’t doing their job, they’d just be wasting their time. And no one likes wasting their time.

"Is your magic making people do shit with your eyes?!" Fen exclaimed, leaning in close to Bishop. He was staring right into the latters' eyes. "That's so fucking rigged!"

“Heh. It’s magic alright. But not the type of magic you think it is. It’s just perk of being as cool as me. You could attribute it to nobility as well but, if you’re a noble with no cool or reputation, they’ll just look at you like an idiot.” Bishop responded. “So I take it you two don’t want anything?” He inquired, finishing off his glass of whatever he’d been drinking.

Fen squinted at Bishop, looking at his plate and then back at him. "I have so much seafood on this bitch it's ridiculous. I don't need more right now, ya doink."

"Oh, I do. I want drinks, whatever's the best." Dion said, nodding to himself. "I also want a wife." he added, quite seriously.

"What is up with you and wanting to get yourself a wife?!" Fen burst out, eyes wide as veins twitched by his neck. "You're still a fuckin' child! You don't even have a job yet!"

"A wife symbolizes a stable future! And I'll let you know that under the law, I am a grown man. I'm eighteen! What's wrong with wanting a wife anyways?! I'll get a job soon enough, and then I'll have it all. A wife that cooks after an average day of work as a Magic Knight. She'll ask me how my day is, and I'll tell her it was very hard, and that I was saving citizens, even though I was probably lounging! That's the future I want to build with myself! You got a problem with that?!" Dion asked, speaking louder than he thought he would

"You'd lie to your wife?!" Fen retorted. "That's fucked up man, for a guy that wants a stable life..."

He took in a deep breath. "ALSO DON'T FUCKIN' YELL AT ME! WE'RE EQUALS!"

"I'M NOT LYING I'M MERELY TWISTING THE TRUTH!" Dion responded.

“Can you two please calm down.” Bishop spoke, keeping his cool but sweating a bit as the other nobles seemed to notice the commotion. “Getting louder doesn’t solve anything…”

He looked to the waiter, giving a nod. “Give us the best drink you have to offer. And another one of these please.” He waved his glass, the last bit of liquid inside of it swirling around.

"Alright..." Dion cleared his throat. Sitting once more. "Man...is anything going to happen in this place anyways? It's just...a bunch of weirdos together."

"I think they want us to make friends..." Fen leaned back into his chair. "But this place is mad boring. Too many weirdos. We're the only normal ones."

“It’s only natural, I guess. An event like this is the only time people from all different walks of life come together. Those from the Forsaken Realm, commoners, nobility and sometimes even royalty. There’s bound to be a few odd figures. Which leads to my favorite thing to do.” Bishop leaned forward, his feet lifting from the table and tapping the ground. His eyes surveyed each and every person, finally falling onto some guy with seemed to be missing part of his mouth.

“Ah, an interesting fellow. So, sometimes at events like these, I like to make up stories or guess parts of someone’s life. It can be quite entertaining. Like that one with the missing face.” He pointed to the boy in the distance. “He was probably a pretty decent looking young man growing up, had all the girls in love with him. Then one day, he picked a fight with the wrong guy and got a part of his face torn off. Now? Well, no one finds him all that attractive anymore. I’m guessing he’s an only child. Probably not the best off, and he’s used to being an outcast since the incident.”

Dion blinked several times. "Poor dude. That definitely goes against having a normal life." Dion noticed the dog that seemed to walk with him. "At least he has a friend, y'know. I'm sure it gets lonely when you don't have a mouth and all."

"Why is there a fuckin' dog in a ballroom?" Fen's face contorted into one with confusion.

Bishop nodded “Mhm. That’s the part about being in situations like his I guess. It’s easier to know whether or not your friendships are genuine.” Bishop’s body relaxed, he fell back into his previous position. His eyes landing on Dion and Fen for a second. “Service dog maybe. Anyway, you two give it a try. Unravel someone’s story for me.”

Fen turned towards the girl who had ignored everyone else. "She looks like a bitch." he said. "Scared of people. Not from here, cause I haven't seen clothes like that before in these parts. Probably a weird chick. 0 friends."

“Good start I guess. What do you think made her like that?” Bishop inquired.

"Probably just a fuckin' loser." Fen answered. "But she prolly feels out of place. Doesn't get along with people. Maybe people did some fucked up shit to her."

“There ya’ go. A solid basis. How about you give it a try, Dion.” Bishop stated.

“Umm...I’d rather not make assumptions out of people. Who knows if they’re listening in….ya know. Don’t wanna get in trouble.” Dion answered worriedly.

“Hm, suit yourself.” Bishop responded, the waiter coming back with the drinks that had been ordered. Bishop swapped his empty glass for the full one. He leaned forward, drinking from the glass as the stem was passed between his fingers, the cup weighing in his palms. From here, they trio would simply watch the party go on, having idle chats as the night went by.

### Table 5

Gron Xavier had just made it into the chamber as soon as the emcee finish the introduction, and quickly celebrated his arrival by leaning onto the wall nearby and breathing heavily in and out of his nostrils. The young man's eyes were as open as they could be, the red irises shivered from exhaustion as a single drop of sweat trailed from the top of his head down the side of his cheek. Gron looked around and caught a glimpse of the faces of the captains of the squads, before he moved his sight around the room to see the many other promising Wizard Knights he would have to possibly compete against. With his emerald green hair and shaved eyebrows, he would have been quite a notable character in the room. But due to his size, Gron drowned in the sea of normal sized humans, all probably too tall to even see him without really looking down. The young man shook his head and quickly shoved his hand into the pouch, his arm sinking to a point where his shoulder sat on the brim of the bag, before a relieved calmness replaced his stressed, exhausted shock. His back slid down and allowed Gron to sit on the chamber's floor, chills flying up his spine has he felt the cold surface of the wall on his back. Taking his hand back out of the pouch, Gron curled up with his legs to his chest and held himself, moving his hands in-between his torso and his legs to conceal whatever item he had withdrawn to himself.

"Thank whatever god is out there," Gron mumbled to himself as he held his hand close to his chest and sighed.

Before anyone came close, Gron shoved the item back into his pouch and opted to withdraw his grimoire, following the indents and bumps of the front cover of the book with a caring trace of his finger. They were green, just like his hair, but seemed to carry an ominous energy that flowed within the colours, like ink splotches in water. Just the cover seemed intriguing enough for the young mind to lose his mind from everything else as all his attention focused on the book before him. However, something within his mind snapped him back to reality, Gron's eyes blinked rapidly as he returned to the busy chamber around him. A chamber that lacked any familiar face to the young magic user.

"...I really am the only Xavier here," Gron groaned disappointingly.

### Table 6

Like many others tonight, it was the first time he had set foot within the Kingdom’s Capital. He stared in awe at the streets and the size
of the buildings, but he couldn’t dwell on the scenery for too long.

“Damnit, we’re late! I told you!” A young man paced rapidly, dodging the citizens that crowded the streets on his way to the gala, a fraternizing event prior to the Knight selection exam. He was excited to say the least. Finally, the day he had been waiting for was just around the corner. Zephyr finally reached the grand entrance to the gala, yet there he stood, frozen, staring into the distance as a drop of sweat fell from the side of his temple.

“I can’t do it.” He whispered. Two years prior, the young foreigner has been accepted as an official citizen of the Clover Kingdom, thanks to the influence of certain individuals. However, he had spent most of that span of time traveling, training and learning about the country, alongside a certain individual that had taken a particular interest in him, such events allowed the young man simply known as Zephyr to participate in the selection exam. Yet it seemed his own insecurities aimed to get the best of him.

Zephyr shook his head and took a deep inhale. He took one step, then froze again. “C’mon Zeph! This is just the beginning!” He yelled to himself, garnering the attention of nobles and guests around the entrance that glared at the foreign boy. It was intimidating to say the least. Eyes of disdain and judgement falling over him.

A heavy hand fell on his shoulder. Warmth. As it did however, the glares became heavier, more scornful.

“Go. You’re ready. It’s just a gala.” Malakath said. The Vice-captain of the Black Bulls had taken a certain interest in the boy. His words had inspired the man a while back, it was only fair for him to inspire him now.

Zephyr exhaled. He puffed his chest and nodded. “Alright! Hell yeah!” He raised his fists. “Thanks Mal. I’ll do it! I’ll become a Magic Knight, rise to Captain, and support you as the future Magic Emperor!”

The Vice-Captain chuckled. “Let’s just focus on getting through today, okay? Which reminds me, have you decided on which squad you’re aiming for?”

“Nah. It doesn’t matter. I’ll just have to do my best in whichever, right?” He grinned.

As the duo spoke, the crowd murmured loud enough for them to hear.

“Ugh...it’s him. The one with the unsightly magic...”

“Is it?”

“That ragged cloak. The long hair and being bare foot. It’s worse than staring at a peasant...”

“Did you know he didn’t even show up to his promotion ceremony? Tch! I’m sure he was busy doing some grave-robbing.”

The crowd of nobles spoke with disdain towards the Vice Captain. It was true, it had been around two years since he had also stepped foot inside the Capital. His missions often had him traveling the land for months or years at a time. In fact, even within his squad, there were some that hadn’t even laid eyes on him. But certain things had changed after meeting the young boy.

Zephyr frowned. “Ggrhhh! Oi! Come an say that to my face!” He yelled towards the nobles, surprising the crowd as he expressed his anger. Malakath smacked Zephyr with his fist on his head.

“Ow!!”

“Ignore them. We’ve already talked about this.” Malakath said. “Besides. They haven’t said anything that’s a lie. Go now.” He tapped Zephyr on his upper back.

“I know, I knoooow-“ Malakath’s tap made Zephyr stumble forward, struggling to maintain his balance as he continued to squirm all the way into the inside of the room, finally entering the gala.

“Whooaah!” He recomposed himself before falling to his face. Raising his head, his eyes glimmered at the fancy looking hall. Unique figures all around him. A trio of acquaintances sitting nearby, an armored guy, some weirdo with a puppy, and even a love struck fool. It was exactly the sort of chaos he expected.

He looked back at the entrance, but Malakath was already gone. Turning back forward, he began to walk to the nearest drink table, grabbing a cup as he pretended to not be nervous or anxious.

As Zephyr began to move, his eyes wandering around the venue, he’d soon find himself knocked over by one of the prospective Magic Knights. “Hey, watch where you’re going,” said Ferrah. He was much calmer than when he ran into Sora, because he knew it was his fault this time.

“Aaah!” Zephyr shook his head. He raised his hand in an apologetic manner and waved it in front of his face. “Nah, nah. It is my pleasu-wait no, shit!” He suddenly exclaimed. His eyes rose to meet Ferrah, noting his unusual appearance but decided not to comment on it.

“M-My bad. I’ll be more careful next time.” He smirked, when suddenly, he noticed the pup on Ferrah’s arms. “Yoo! I didn’t know you could bring pets! Is that like a magical beast or something?” He inquired. Innocently curious about Ferrah’s answer.

”You’re not,” said Ferrah, “some weirdo dragged this one in here and knocked it and a bunch of women out. I decided to take it with me. I was just on my way out before I got kicked out for having it with me.” Rhododendron began barking excitedly, pawing at Zephyr’s legs. Ferrah just rolled his eyes.

“Kicked out?” Zephyr played with Rhododendron’s paw. “Psh! Screw that! You wanna stay? Then stay! Aren’t you a future Magic Knight?” He said. “Make a stand! The puppy stays!” He chuckled as he patted the pup.

Heels clacked against the stone floors of Kikka as a hunched over woman passed by the duo. A large white fur coat covered her body, a sign of wealth for the old woman. Whether it was hers through legal means or some other way couldn’t quite be determined, but she stopped as she arrived near the group. Her long white hair fell to her sides, strands of pink mixed alongside.

“I don’t think there’s a rule against small pets…” she managed to say, scratching at the dog’s head. “I’d think a future Knight could bring in a companion, youngins…”

Zephyr chuckled once more. “Heh! There you have it. The old lady said so-Eek!” Zephyr stopped himself and covered his mouth. “*Fuck. Fuck! Manners Zeph. Manners!*” He thought to himself.

He slowly turned to the lady, who had an aura of refinement to her. Hoping she didn’t mind his mistake, he spoke again, gulping beforehand. “Y-Yeah. Right? Thanks uh...” He clicked his fingers. “Miss!” He winked at Ferrah, who’d surely remain confused at the boy’s internal struggle.

”S-So...who are you?” He boldly asked the lady. Slightly bowing his head in a respectful manner. Fancy people seemed to like that. Or so he was told. “I’m Zephyr! My friend here is uh...Actually I didn’t catch his name either Heheh...heh.”

”Ferrah Pan,” he said , “and we’re not friends.” Rhododendron began pawing at Ferrah’s leg, the young mage picking him up and holding him in his arms, subconsciously beginning to scratch him under the ears, an action the dog clearly seemed to enjoy. “So, who might you be? Someone important?”

“Kasososo! You really are Mala’s boy!” the old woman laughed at the duo. She turned her head up to look at Zephyr, a smile on her wrinkled features. “You can call me Red, it’s an ol’ nickname o’ mine…argh. Being old is annoying…” she grasped at her back for a moment, before the pain suddenly faded. It appeared to be one of the many issues that came with being a senior citizen.

Red adjusted herself so she could keep eyes on both of them. “Not right now, I’m nobody special, Mr. Pan. I’m just passing through, into the gala over there from where you guys came. What’re you doing out here, both of you? One of you is walking away from the venue…”

“You know Mal?!” Zephyr inquired, ignoring Ferrah’s statement momentarily. “Well, I guess he IS someone people should know about. I kinda forget he’s supposed to be this super official high ranking Knight.”

“But yeah, Red. Mister not-my-friend here wanted to leave, but I just arrived! Late...I know, but I’m here!”

Red tried to shrug, but it came off more as a miniature hop due to her hunched over body and weary physique. "I know Mala...he's a fun fellow...I'm glad to meet the boy he got. Are you joining the Knights too?"

Zephyr nodded. “Yep! I actually decided to become one after I met him.” He scooted closer to the aged lady.

“Don’t tell anyone, but he actually wants to be the next Wizard King! Or uh, Mage Emperor? However you call it.” He observed the lady attentively in case her frail body failed her. “And I decided to help him do it! I owe him, after all...”

Trying to pass through crowded room, Gray gently bumped and shoved his way pass people with a from on his face as they kept knocking into him.

"Place sure got pack real fast." He stated to himself as someone bumped him from behind causing him to knock into Zephyr a bit roughly.

"Whoa sorry there pal!!"

Zephyr would've stumbled forwards if not for Red's hand which had reached out onto his chest, preventing him from moving. For a moment it seemed as is she had moved faster than an older woman should have been able to, but an instant later she flinched as if her joints caused her pain.

"Careful there, youngin..." Red said. "Two of you could've had a bit of a spill there..."

"Real sorry ma’am." Gray apologized as he readjusted himself. "Some of em people in here are a bit rowdy."

Zephyr’s eyes widened at the hand suddenly touching his chest. “Holy...” That woman definitely was someone strong during her younger years. “You okay?” He asked Red, concerned.

Slowly, he turned to the boy that had stumbled upon him. “Aah, no biggie. It happened to me earlier as well.” He chuckled.

"The lot of you gotta always be looking out for mana..." Red sighed. "A Magic Knight should always be ready for anything...the exams will teach you that. I'd hope at least."

“I’m better at sensing Ki though...” Zephyr casually said as he readjusted himself. Suddenly, he covered his mouth again as he realized he said something he thought he shouldn’t have.

“I-I mean! Yeah! Thanks for the tip, Red.” He scratched his arm nervously.

Eyes Zephyr at his slip of tongue, Gray chose to ignore the comment. "Ah sorry bad manners, Names Gray, Gray Roland and usually I’m more alert but being around all em nobels kinda got me on nerve"

Red raised a brow. "Long time since I heard about Ki from a newbie, ya know...I guess I'll be watching ya."

"Nice to see ya Gray. You can't let some rich people get you nervous!" she exclaimed. "How're you gonna be a Knight if people doing nothing gets you all spooked?"

"Yeah I know but being from a run down farm town out in the countryside kinda makes all this luxury a bit overwhelming but I’ll try to pull ma self together." Gray responded as he nodded his head and took a deep breath.

“Damn!” Zephyr interjected. “Mal said the same thing! Although he used less words, of course.” Zephyr had no reason to distrust the two, and Gray seemed honest to a fault.

“Dude, it’s like she said. Most of them are snotty and judgmental, the worst they can do is say some smartass shit. Relax.” He patted Gray on the shoulder, taking Malakath’s previous words to heart.

Turning to Red once again, he sighed. “Well, since you seem like a nice lady...yeah. Mal told me this skill isn’t that common here. I come from someplace far away...” He bit his lip, almost wanting to say more but restricting himself.

Red smiled. "I know where you come from then, youngin...I haven't been in some time! Kasososo!"

She placed a hand on her back, clenching her jaw. "Gah. Do either of you know which Squad you're aiming for? I know a decent bit about 'em, I'd say. Being a Magic Knight myself."

Zephyr’s eyes opened wide. He always became excited at the prospect of meeting someone wise.

“Well, honestly, I’m not sure. Mal told me about the duties of each squad, and to think about which could fit best for my abilities.” He scratched his chin.

“But also which ones become interested in me, ya’ know?” He squinted at Red, turned to Gray, and back at Red. “Hmmm...I guess if tomorrow people are gonna see me, it doesn’t hurt to tell you what I’m capable of, right? I guess I could use your expertise then...”

"Ma hopes are kinda Crimson Lions or Golden Dawn although I’m willing to work in any squad that aiming the Purple Orca." Gray stated with a small tinge of disgust when he stated Purple Orca having meet a member of the squad earlier that left a bad taste in his mouth. "But I know that in the end it’s the cap’n job to pick out whoever fits their squad so i’ma hoping to show out tomorrow and leave a big impression."

Red nodded. "I'd be fine with hearing what you've got under your belt, youngin." she looked at Gray next, before continuing with her words. "You've got a good point. This years tests are definitely a bit, er..."

The old woman paused, trying to find the right words. "Complicated this time around."

“Ugh...” Zephyr shrugged. “Well, that’s okay. I assumed the test would be hard.” He scoffed.

“But since I doubt it’s anything worse than almost being killed by a creepy cult inside a cave, I think I’m ready for it.”

Red shrugged. "It'll be similar enough."

"From ya stamen I take it they planning something different this year?" Gray questioned a bit happy to learn more about the up coming exams if only a the confirmation that it would not be the same test a the previous year.

Turning to Zephyr Gray gave him a odd look at his statement. "Ya been attacked by som cult before?"

A drop of sweat fell from Zephyr’s face. “Y-Yeah...You know how I said I’m not from around here? Yeah well, I kinda ran away from home. Fast forward some months, I find myself inside this super scary place that I barely could walk in! I later learned from Mal that those places are called “Dungeons”.” He sighed.

“But...I don’t regret it. If I hadn’t done it, I never would’ve been here in the first place. That’s when I saw how amazing Magic Knights can be! And yes. Mal is going around hunting those guys. They’re nasty...”

"Kasososo!" Red smiled. "We sure are pretty amazing..."

“YEAH!” Zephyr pumped his fists. His expression then switched to a more gloomy one. “But I don’t like how they treat him. They insult him and push him away because of his magic...When they KNOW we don’t have a choice in the matter? Isn’t that kinda idiotic?”

“Anyways, Enough about that, hahaha."

"It sure as heck is!!" Gray agreed fiercely feel strongly about attitudes like that.

"His magic is...very fun." Red replied. "I've heard about it from some of my comrades up there. Some of the Knight's can be a bit prejudiced, but there are good ones. I promise."

"So far I meet far more bad eggs than good one tonight." Gray replied with a frown before shaking his head to get ride of the thought as he didn’t want to bring down the mood or start anything.

"I knew some nobles where spoilt but to think even commoners could turn out that way once they get a little spotlight, the thought makes me kinda sick." He continued a little heated at the lack of respect he got from people go his own class. "I ain’t never gonna forget where I came from or the struggle me and my friend and family had to endure."

Zephyr nodded, agreeing with both Gray and Red’s statements. “I kinda get what you’re saying. It’s surprising to see that even when I ran away from home to escape that, I find myself in a place where the same thing happens! Makes you realize stuff, huh?”

He turned to Gray. “That’s why we gotta prove em wrong with our actions.”

Turning to Red, Zephyr pondered momentarily. “Wait, how do you even know what the test will be like?? I get you’re a Knight but, isn’t that stuff ran by Capta-“ He suddenly froze in place.

“DONT TELL ME YOU’RE A SQUAD CAPTAIN?!”

"Kasososo!!" Red howled with laughter, suddenly flinching as if it was causing her pain. "Youngin, do I look like I'm in any condition to be a Squad Captain right now? I just know the Royals and the Captains personally. Right now, my back alone wouldn't make me a Captain..." @

Zephyr smiled and extended his hands, reaching out momentarily in case Red required help, but brought them back swiftly.

“Stop messing with meee.” He said in a cheerful tone. “I’ve been sensing your Ki, lady. You’re still strong.”

Crossing his arms, Zephyr turned to Gray. “If I recall, you said you’d prefer Golden Dawn or Crimson Lions. You’re preferring them because you like them or cause your magic and skills will be a good fit there?

"Ah bit of both actually, while ma magic is something that other looked down on calling it a support type I’m pretty confident in my abilities and capabilities with it, it helps that before getting ma Magic I was kinda a wiz with the subject." Gray replied with a laugh as he recalled the joy he felt when he realized his magic affinity was so closely related to his favorite hobby.

"But I can honestly can that Imma aim for the Golden Dawn and Crimson Lion cuz they the top squads and I need to be the best if I wanna pull ma family out of the hell we in now" he continued as he eyes Res for a bit mulling over Zephyr’s words and her earlier display of agility he thought he imagined.

"Say Miss Red, ya wouldn’t happen to be related to the Crimson Lion Cap’n would ya?"

"Ahh...youngins...I'm about to give you some information." Red said. "Information that a bunch of those in that hall don't quite get."

She adjusted herself slightly, a slight sense of authority emanating from her. "It doesn't matter which Squad you want or you aim for. All that matters is your skill." her older drawl had practically vanished. "The Captains don't care about what squad you feel like you belong in. You'll get picked by the squads that think you're strong enough. That's the way it works, how it's always worked. They want to know that you'll bring them results."

The air faded and slightly amusing drawl returned as quickly as it had left. "Rosie? I'd like to think I know her pretty well. I've known her all her life..."

Nodding at her words Gray mentally yelled at himself for talking so big like an idiot but felt his respect for the old lady in front of him grow.

"Imma take ya words to heart." He promised before he suddenly turned towards Zephyr with a twinkle in his eyes. "Say Zephyr what’s ya magic affinity of ya don’t mind sharing." He asks as he pulls out a worn notebook out of his coat pocket while looking at the teen with excitement.

“Yooo! Nice!” He raised a thumbs up towards Red. “Thanks! So its like I was planning on doing. Just bring my best and I’ll succeed.” He said, feeling himself even more pumped for the test.

Being asked a question, Zephyr glanced at Gray but his attention went straight to the notebook on the boy’s hand. “S-Sure but...Watcha’ got there?”

"This here is my magic analysis book, I’m a bit of a magic nerd ya see so I like to jot down all kinds of info about the different kinds of magic and how each person uses em." Gray responded excitedly as she began showing Red and Zephyr all the notes he collected over the years.

"Oh?" Red's interest was piqued. "Do you have any notes on the Captains of the Magic Knights?"

Nodding rapidly Gray began turning threw the pages of the book at a fast speed before stopping on a page with a well drawn image of the Coral Peacock Captain before turning the pages again to show the drawing of all the Captains and the details he manages to gather on them and their Magic.

"Course I do, can’t call my self a magic nerd if I ain’t got the beat do the best jotted down." He responded happily at the prospect to show off his work a bit.

"I do wonder how you managed to get all those notes...rumours about their magic?" Red asked.

Zephyr leapt to Gray’s side, peeking into his notebook and even reaching to pass some pages himself. “That’s really cool! Add me, add me!”

“Like she said, how did you get all this? You’re a full on scholar huh?”

"I kinda got a knack for analyzing magic since I been reading everything and anything that I could get my hands on about magic since I was knee high." He replied a bit embarrassed at the praise.

"Plus it helps that the magic knight at used to come to ma town always likes to brag about their Magic and when they got really drunk they be talking like a parrot high on bird feed." Gray continued with a shrug. "Usually got a few pages done after one good mission and a belly full of rum form them old magic knights."

“Hahaha! Got them old suckers!” Zephyr finally gave Gray some breathing room, taking a few steps back.

“Well, to answer your question, I had an idea what my magic was when I first manifested it back home, so I didn’t worry about it much. But when I got my Grimoire last year, it confirmed it.” He paused momentarily, glancing briefly at both of them before hunching and whispering, noting that their conversation had garnered the attention of many of the guests in the venue. A peasant and a foreigner, interacting with an experienced and seemingly influential Knight.

“Mine is Thunder Magic. I can bring forth thunderclouds and the like.” He sighed. “It’s cool and all, but it posed a dilema for me. Ya’ see, I prefer getting up close and personal, and I’m pretty darn good at punching and kicking.” He said with a chuckle.

“But this magic’s kinda built for long range stuff. Mal said I could work around it, sure.” He shrugged. “He also said my affinity looks like it should belong to someone from the uh...What’s it called? Ah! The Heart Kingdom. Mhm. But I don’t know anything about that...” He looked away as if hiding something more about what he spoke of.

"You could always make your clouds..." Red cut herself off. "Ah. Let's see if you make it into the Squad I'm in. If you do, I'll tell you how to accomplish that idea of yours..."

“Aaagh! Don’t tease me like that!” Zephyr joked.

“Nah, I get it. Your position and all. Yeah, I do have some cool spells though. Took me six months just to master the first one by my own...ugh.”

Not responding right away to Zephyr, Gray began scribbling away in his notes, burying his face so close to the book that it seems almost fused with his face.

"Thunder Magic, the user is a ale to generate and embody the element of Thunder possibly a off shoot of Lightning magic and another element. The user states that they are able to create thunderclouds meaning said Magic could be use to generate rain from the heated atmosphere they create, super effective against water Magic and could be even deadlier in a storm." Gary mumbled to himself as he began brainstorming a few ideas of what this form a magic could possibly accomplish.

After a few moments Gray’s head suddenly snapped up a bit after he realized he dipped into his own world for a few moments. "Sorry bout that, I tend to go off on ma own when I hear about a new form of magic." He replied with a smile before raising his palm upwards whee a little tulip sprouted from it.

"Ma Magic ain’t nothing grand like yers but I use Plant Magic, something which I find really versatile and powerful giving all that I could possibly do with it." Gray responded as he plucked the tulip and used it as a bookmark.

"You've both got some versatile magics..." Red sighed. "I used to wonder as a kid, hope even, that I'd have a magic derived right from the main four elements."

Red looked towards Gray. "You're a stickler for details, eh?"

"Yup kinda had to be to survive in the mud if ya know what I mean." Was Grays response.

Zephyr raised his index finger and pointed at the notebook, trembling. “Yo that’s some...nice stuff-CAN YOU REPEAT THAT!” His outburst was unexpected, even for him. He quickly sought to calm himself, his eyes squinting and his smile turning quite devilish.

“Y-You definitely gotta show me those notes later.” He looked around, his smile becoming comically even more sinister than before.

“Cough...sorry.” He remembered his manners and etiquette, especially due to Red still being nearby. “Oh...well, I don’t suppose you will tell us your magic, but I’m still pretty sure its really cool. I’m still new to most of this, but I’ll keep working hard...Right? Gray-kuuun~?” He said, his eerie tone returning as his eyes stared into the notebook.

"Right." Gray replied face once again buried in his notes.

There was no response from Red. But not because she was being silent, or ignoring them. For if the pair looked for her, she was no longer there.

"The heck" Gray mumbled as he looked up and notice that Red wasn’t there anymore. "Hey Zeppy, where did Red go?" He questioned his new pal even dubbing him with a new nickname.

"Wasn’t she just here a sec ago?"

“WHA-“ Zephyr’s senses couldn’t even keep up. Her Ki was nowhere near it seemed.

“I don’t know...bro, you don’t think...” Zephyr jumped behind Gray, placing his hands on each of the boy’s shoulders as he frantically searched around.

“She was a GHOST ALL ALONG?!”

Smacking Zephyr on the back of his head with his notebook, Gray rolled his eyes. "Don’t be stupid." He stated as he point to the ground in front of them where a small scuff was seen.

"Ghosts don’t leave prints plus didn’t she catch ya earlier." He stated while rolling his eyes a bit before narrowing them wondering if Red was either a Illusion Magic user and they were talking to an illusion the entire time but quickly ruled that out as he had seen her catch Zephyr which an illusion could do.

"I’m starting to think that Red wasn’t a old lady." Gray commented as he flipped into his notes to a specific page of a woman with crimson hair before shaking his head.

"Nah, a cap’n wouldn’t wast time with us nobodies." He mumbled before turning back to Zephyr. "Hey Zeppy wasn’t there another kid here with you earlier, I swore he was standing there when I bumped into ya."

“Wait!” Zephyr said as he caressed his head from the hit. “You’re going waaay to fast for me to understand. So...she WAS a ghost?”

“And oh, puppy guy. I don’t know man, he’s probably taking the pup outside or something.”

"No she want a ghost probably had some kind of teleporting Magic and that guy probably shouldn’t have left the hall seeing as they got us here for some reason." Gray reasoned as he put away his notes and looked around a bit more.

"But damn all I wish they’d hurry up and end this, I’m starting to get a little tired of all these nobles."

“Just forget about the nobles. That old ghost lady was probably one, but she seemed real nice, and we’re so damn lucky! She gave us some pretty good tips, you can’t deny that.”

"Again not a ghost but yer right." Gray responded.

"I'm right here..." said Ferrah, still holding the dog. He hadn't taken part in the conversation with Red, but he had been listening the entire time. Rhododendron started to become restless in his arms, so Ferrah placed him down on the ground again, running in a circle around its new owner. He took a mental note of everything the trio had said before Red had left. "Well... I guess this gala wasn't a complete waste of time. Maybe I'll stick around for the rest of the night after all."

"I don't want to be like you!"

The last thing she remembered screaming at him. A roar so loud that it shook the entire Green Mantis headquarter. She didn't have time to see the look on his face, as if it ever changed. The seemingly bored, low eyed, nonchalant, unbefitting-of-a-captain look, he always walked around with. So why did she run away so fast? Was it because she might miss this bougie party? It didn't matter. Its not like the rookies didn't get a chance to meet one another during the Grimoire ceremony.

So why did she run so fast?

Rebekah turned down the carriage her brother arranged to take them to the mansion. They never travelled like that before so why start now? She knew he wanted to help her fit in above all else, especially considering the location of this shindig. But the darkened skin and well toned body she had would never let her fit in among the others. Even at 14, Rebekah walked with an intimidating aura of a seasoned warrior.

It didn't take long for her to make it to the mansion. While the scowls and gross stares made her feel unwelcome, seeing all the oncoming rookies brought out something close to a smile. Maybe she could enjoy herself. *Maybe*.

"You're late, Miss Rebekah." A well-dressed man said. "Although this should be expected from a member of your tribe." Rebekah turned around and nodded.

"Yeah we didn't have time to learn about time between gutting cows and raiding villages." She teased. "I'm here now so leave me alone."

"Sad. Your brother worked so hard to reach a position that'll allow even you a semblance of a decent life...and here you are spitting into his face."

Rebekah stopped, turned around and approached the man who took several rapid steps back until he hit the wall. She got within inches of his face.

"If you ever say anything like that again, I'll make sure you lose all semblance of a normal life." Rebekah growled. "He's done nothing but *ruin* my life. You don't know shit." Rebekah spat. She quickly pulled away and stormed off angrily towards the nearest table. Ignoring the overwhelming whispers from those who overheard their little exchange.

Still, she managed to look at Fen with a slight smile. He didn't do anything to piss her off...yet.

Fen’s eyes turned to see her. His old friend. He grinned back at her, waving like he was some sort of child. “Beks!” Fen exclaimed, running over to her from his table. Eyes across the venue glared as he did, why was someone willingly associating with someone from *that* tribe? But prying eyes didn’t matter to Fen, he garnered attention for being loud anyways. Maybe if he walked with Rebekah, those nobles would turn their anger towards him instead.

“You’re super fuckin’ late.” he said, falling into pace with her. “I was stuck here with a bunch of weirdos. Two of them were cool, but still. Took you long enough.”

She was going to wave back...except she now regretted even looking in his direction. Now that idiot came rushing over to cause an even greater scene. But could *she* really be the one embarrassed by this little burst of energy? At the end of the day, Fen was the one talking to some filthy barbarian. She should feel *honored*, they'd say, that even a lowly commoner would dare waste their time acknowledging her.

"You're lucky I even came here, Fen." She said underneath her breath. Rebekah enjoyed his energy though. It added a touch of warmth amidst cold. Nothing like familiarity in a room filled with strangers. Even if that familiarity loved her annoying brother more than she did. "But maybe don't call your new friends names. You never know who they're related to." Rebekah mocked.

“Ahhh, I knew you wouldn’t leave me alone for too long.” Fen teased. He seemed to be ignoring all the others, focusing on their conversation. Though that was likely something Rebekah was accustomed to, Fen’s tendency to hyper fixate on whatever interested him at the moment. And with the sight of his old friend at an event he never thought she’d show up at, she was the most interesting person to him right now.

He shrugged at her second comment. “The two of them are weird though. One’s a Noble. Other guy is a commoner, but still more money than me.” Fen didn’t show any sign of resentment at the disparity of wealth, it had become something he accepted. Plus it didn’t matter if they had more money than he did, he’d outdo them with his skill. “We went to that place we’ve gone to sometimes, Four Leaf or something. I put my bill on Uncle S’s tab.”

Rebekah rolled her eyes. "I hope you're going to pay him back one day." As angry as she was, Rebekah couldn't help but snarl. "Being a Magic Knight captain doesn't pay as well as some think. Especially when those bastards see you as nothing more than just a dependable soldier."

She looked at Fen. "Are you sure you even still want to be here?"

“Of course I’ll pay Uncle S back!” Fen said. “Not gonna rip off that guy. He’s too cool for me to pull that scam on.”

He looked around the crowded hall, taking in sights. Rebekah had a good point. Most of the people here were Nobles, and they despised common folk like Fen. Even more so since he hailed from the Forsaken Realm. But despite the prejudice he’d face for his social class, he knew it had to have been harder for Uncle S. And it’d be worse for Rebekah if she still wanted to go through with becoming one.

Fen sighed. “Of course I do. I’m not gonna let some pompous fucks hold me back.”

"But why do you want to be a Magic Knight so bad?" Rebekah asked. "I mean why do you want to fight and potentially die for a kingdom that didn't care about you to begin with?" Her voice was strong and stoic. Yet her eyes were glued into the reflection in Fen's iris.

Fen’s eyes stared back into Rebekah’s. “I gotta prove everyone wrong.” he began. Fen straightened up, needing to stand proud while he talked about the drive. The drive that had drawn him to keep fighting, to stay as stubborn as he was. To go against the odds that had been placed against him. “I need to prove the Noble’s they’re wrong about not liking Commoners. I need to prove to myself that my magic isn’t as weak as it is. And I gotta make Uncle S proud.”

Rebekah was silent. His words taking the breath from her, she couldn't do anything but punch Fen in the stomach. Which, from a normal girl might've felt like a tap, but Solomon's Tribesmen weren't normal. It packed enough power to fell even the tallest of monsters.

"Shut up!" She chuckled. "That idiot doesn't matter. And who says your magic is weak, at least you can *help* people." Rebekah took a sip of her wine. "You're not going around hurting people and continuing that cycle of hatred we're trapped in."

## Pride of Clover

“Attention, aspiring Magic Knights!”

The voice carried itself throughout the chamber, making sure that all could pick up his words. Attentive applicants would notice the faint sense of mana with his words, as if they had been amplified with magic. The source stood by the front stage of the venue, wearing the robes of noble, a cane in his hand to hold him aloft. Long red hair tied back in a bun, the man had his arms spread wide as he stared at everybody within the ballroom. Magic laced his words as he used his Sound Magic. “We welcome you to the Magic Knight’s Gala! We hope you’ve had time to meet some of your fellow applicants! Maybe you’ve all made some friends along the way…”

“In just one more day, it will be time for the Magic Knight exams! Where you will show to our country your skill, your bravado! You will all show off your Magics in a series of tasks, and be given the chance to join one of our Magic Knight Squads! There will always be a place for someone worthy of joining the ranks. And we all hope to see the strong of you to find your way into a Squad.”

The man lowered his arms, placing his cane in front of him and placing both hands on top. “But of course, not all of you know what each Squad entails. And of course, this information is necessary! You are going to be dedicated most of your lives within the Squad you choose. And what better way for you all to learn about the squads…” he paused, allowing the silence to permeate and build tension. “Then from the Captains themselves?”

“Introducing…OUR MAGIC KNIGHT CAPTAINS!!!”

Making his way using the stage with a bored and bland look etched in his the Captain of the Black Bull, Zahir peered down at the assembled rookie mages, his purple eyes scanning each and every one of them, judging each and every single one and weeding out the possible prospects for his Squad.

Nodding in what one could perceive as polite, Zahir remaining silent as he awaits his fellow captain’s arrival. This meeting wasn’t something he wanted to attend but it was mandatory for the kingdoms captains in order to give the civilian and rookies a sense of protection.

She knew this was a formal event, but Lucielle really couldn't be bothered. Since largely retiring that contraption of a bodysuit she was forced to wear so long, the Silver Eagle Captain proved allergic to anything heavy. Ballroom dresses? More like worn concrete blocks. And moving around in them? A nightmare. So here she was, emerging on stage, in jeans, a white blouse, and sandals. The last bit was a gift from the older sister of the Crimson Lion captain, celebrating no longer being a walking hazmat suit.

Luci's glacial blue gaze raked across the space, as she stopped for a moment, taking in the baby faced hopefuls below. Cute. Her blue eyes melted a bit as she cracked a grin at all present before sauntering to her seat, crossing her legs just so.

Making her way onto the stage was the enchantingly beautiful Blue Rose captain, Feuer. With her luxurious crimson red hair and alluring cyan eyes, she looked down below at the rookies before her. She began to hear what sounded like swooning and sighing coming from below at the sight of her. The sound of men fawning over her made Feuer sigh to herself as it was starting to get on her nerves.

Feuer was able to re-focus her thoughts as she managed not to let it get to her. Before she took her seat, keeping a calm composure, she gave a polite smile to those who arrived. “This is gonna be a while,” Feuer thought to herself, sighing, “just being here is the same thing, more men falling for me the moment they get one little glimpse at me...”

After the previous captains walked forward, so did the next, the snow white colored hair young man with tan skin, Leonardo Elio, the captain of the Coral Peacock. Just as he stepped forward, the clouds parted, allowing a golden beam of sunlight through, it went passed the window and landed on the captain, his hair lit up, almost glowing. He smiled walking forward, waving at those who cheered and admired him.

Leonardo then turned his attention over toward the other Captains who arrived before him. "Hm?" He noticed each of the Captains, then seeing Feuer his smile became even warmer. "Always glad to see you Feuer." The captain said before taking his seat.

"*Quite the group of rookies we have here today. I can feel some already capable of being stand outs. But it's those wild cards that will shine even brighter.*" Leo thought to himself, closing his eyes and leaned into his seat with a smile.

Following the many Captains that had walked unto the stage, Loholt found himself near them, wearing the Aqua Deer's signature robe. His appearance matched that of a Royal. Lustrous golden hair, incredibly fair skin, and an appearance akin to an adventurer. Most notably, some sort of mask seemed to cover his eyes. He briefly and almost unnoticeably waved at the crowd. Unlike with Feuer, no men nor women swooned over him. Instead there were only audible gasps from many of the future rookies.

Even without his eyes visible, Loholt didn’t seem particularly friendly. He approached the man that had introduced them, seemingly whispering something into their ear, before he crossed his arms and merely gazed forward.

"Really wish she'd come with me." Samson thought to himself as he followed shortly after Loholt. He was captain of the Green Mantis Magic Knight's and one of the more controversial leaders. If Lucielle's Silva's ensemble brought about whispers, then Samson's outfit, or lack of thereof, inspired both gasp of admiration and admonition with a hint of envy. But those familiar with the famous Clover Kingdom Magic Knight captains weren't surprised. For he dressed as one would expect the Clover Kingdom's **Spirit of Battle** would.

He wore a dark green robe tied around his body with stretchy lower pants. Leaving the entirety of his upper body exposed. Revealing his large yet controlled muscles covered in countless scars. He walked with a chest that entered the room first and shoulders which pointed downward. A powerful trunk. His body introduced him well before his words.

But Samson ignored the hushed complaints. His eyes scanned the crowd looking for her. Until he located his little sister. A young girl with a body almost as defined as his. Their lineage obvious even to the blind.

Samson raised his hand and waved it violently back and forth. Shaking it in an attempt to get Rebekah's attention and give an excited "Hello!"

And then he moved over to the nearby table and waved again. This time to the young boy he loved dearly. Fen. But the wave turned into Samson flexing his bicep. Showing just how large his arm was. He aimed to meet Fen's gaze.

Suddenly throughout the audience, a floating eye was projected. A bright, red eye that looked up and down while darting across the halls. It was certainly a shocking performance for anyone that saw it. "I see, I see...that's who my eye caught this time!"

A voice was projected from the entrance of the grand hall. It was a mouth that moved independently. While not quite as bright as the eye, it was no doubt a move that shocked those unfamiliar with obscure Magic such as this.

Suddenly a figure appeared on the stage. With a youthful aura about him, one of his eyes and his mouth were both blotted red. Unusable, unseeable. Suddenly, the floating eye and mouth disappeared. The man's eye and mouth returned.

"Sorry!" The man spoke cheerfully, bowing. "I moved ahead of line, I was just so curious to see who was showing up this year!" As he made a big wave with both of his hands, he unveiled his name.

"My name is Zener Rhine! Captain of the Violet Orca, I hope to see plenty of you among our ranks soon!"

The last woman to show up appeared in a blur. Unseen, her movements far too fast to be picked up on. She had practically apparated onto the stage, a white fur coat wrapped around her neck that she tossed over towards the emcee of the event. She stood tall, a black jumpsuit and a red jacket with black accents that cut itself off by her midriff, her already great height accentuated because of the combat boots she wore. And there was the red mane that cascaded from her head, her pride. There was nothing at that gala as crimson as her hair.

Rosanne Vermillion, Captain of the Crimson Lions.

With one of her hands in the pocket of her jacket, her eyes found the gaze of Zephyr and Gray, giving them a knowing wink. To the rest of the venue, she gave a two-finger salute to the lot. Her figure became blurry as she reappeared in the remaining empty chair on the stage, legs crossed over one another as she stared into the crowd.

The emcee took center stage once more, Rosanne’s fur coat still over his shoulder. He grinned from ear to ear as he stared at all of the Magic Knight applicants, all of them staring back past him at the Captains. And who could blame them? These figures stood as paramounts of magical power, skill, discipline. No other, save for the Magic Emperor could boast a greater power than them. Their leadership over the Magic Knights was a fundamental reason to the power and influence of the Clover Kingdom.

“Now, now!” The emcee’s voice was heard by all, Sound Magic carrying it to every single applicant. “I'm sure all of you are reeling at the sight of our Captains, but let’s have some peace…and let the Captains make a more formal introduction to them and their squads for you to hear all about!!”

The first to step up was the swordsman, a katana bound by his waist in a dark sheath against even darker robes. Magic coiled around him as he presented himself to all the applicants present. His violet gaze pierced into them, continuing to judge them an entire day before the exams. That gaze glared at them, as if them goading them to try and say anything against him.

“My name is Zahir Fubushi. I use Poison Magic.” he said. “I have no interest in being here, nor do I think any of you are deserving to be in the Black Bulls.”

Zahir took a step forwards. “Do you all have the potential to learn how battle works? How to walk a dog? We do mundane tasks, and we do absurd ones. Our orders are specialized, we are designed to create chaos and accomplish our goals. And right now, I don’t see anybody ready. But you could be, if you show the depths of your potential during the exams.”

And with a polite nod, Zahir moved back to his seat and awaited the next Captain to go up.

"Hello, hello~" Zener spoke aloud. "I'm glad you're all taking an interest in the Violet Orca! It's unfortunate...we don't get too many members..." Zener pouted. It was true. Their squad wasn't the most fun in terms of activities. After all, intelligence wasn't always a satisfying job.

"Anyways! Let me show you what's up!" Zener clicked both of his fingers and spoke. "Sixth Sense Projection!" Suddenly, his eyes, mouth, ears and nose all disappeared from his face. They were blotted red, and appeared to not be functioning anymore. The aspiring Magic Knights were no doubt shocked by this display, and suddenly a voice came from on top of them.

"Over here!" It spoke. It was clearly Zener's voice. It was the parlor trick he had demonstrated before. "This is Projection Magic! I can project any of my limbs, organs or really any part of my body away from me! Why does such a weird and gruesome Magic like this fit the Violet Orca, you might ask?"

The detached parts of Zener's face were soon reattached to Zener's body, leading him to snap his fingers to return the attention back to his real body. "The Violet Orca are our country's intelligence division. We scour the borders and make sure all internal and external affairs are clean, quiet and lawful! We might not have the most glamorous of missions, but without us, none of the Magic Knights could possibly do their job. So do consider us please!"

Loholt patiently awaited his turn, expression still unchanging even at the showings of the other Magic Knight Captains and their skill set. It was impossible to tell how he felt about the whole situation, but it certainly seemed as if he fit right in. As if he was comfortable around them, almost as if he’d been with them for a long time.

“My name is Loholt, of House Pendragon. I’m the Vice Captain of the Aqua Deer. We specialize in the research of the arcane and tools related to these. Err…unfortunately, Captain Madelynn was unable to join us because of some very…ahem…important business she had to attend to. I know the majority of you think us Deer are a squad of nerds. Freaks who sit down all day looking at items. Well let me tell you that there’s more to it than that. We go out, we explore, we adventure into dungeons finding critical pieces of information and history for our kingdom. I believe, with all due respect to the other Captains. That our role is the most important in all of Clover. As for my magic….”

Loholt snapped his fingers and an array of needles floated around his person. A single Compass rose accompanying them.

“It’s not that flashy, but it’s still useful.”

And he moved back to his seat.

Luci stretched before standing. "Guess I am next. C'est la vie." She walked to the stage's center, orbs of mercury forming around the room, just out of reach. Mana Zone. It was also meant as a demonstration of another thing: the long arm of the law. More mercury formed in her hands before solidifying into double bladed swords. She swung each experimentally, a carefree grin flowing along with relaxed movements.

She stopped, driving both swords into the ground, a needling gaze boring into the assembled hopefuls below. "Hey kiddos. My name is Lucielle Silva. I'm the Captain of the Silver Eagles. My squad's job? Law and order. Yep, the police. We keep the bad people out of the way so the good folks can enjoy each day. You could say we're toxic to the bad, just like my magic Mercury."

"So don't touch those orbs." With a wave, the orbs disappeared. Her swords disappeared as well as she turned towards her seat.

"Can't wait to see if any of you got what it takes to wear the badge." With a sidesmirk and a hand wave Luci was seated once more.

From his seat rose the young and smiling captain, Leonardo, "Now then, I guess I'll get started." He then clapped his hands together into a prayer position and walked toward the center stage. Just as he took the center, three large miniature suns appeared around him. The suns radiated heat and light, each then took off, flying over his head.

"Hello everyone. I am Leonardo Elio, captain of the Coral Peacock Squad. We specialize in "support". Where many would think that we simply "heal" others..." He then paused as his hands part from each other creating another miniature sun, shooting it sky high. The three suns from earlier collided with the smaller one! Causing all four to burst and release a rain of small, warm embers. These embers were delicate, while they were hot they were incapable of burning the audience, instead giving a comforting warmth.

"We're much more than a simple healing squad. We are the support division, we're well rounded, finding importance in all aspects of Magic Knights duty. Are you interested in combat? We see plenty of that. Are you interested in healing? We do that too. Are you more if a strategist? We have a place for you. We support each squad, meaning our squad must be able to fit into any of the roles that may be needed. Where we don't have a "specialty" we do have a crucial role."

As he finished speaking the embers rushed toward him condensing themselves to the palm of his hands, then closing them, dispelling the flames all together. "Thank you for your time, I do hope you all find places amongst the Magic Knights, be it my squad or another." He then walked back, taking his seat, returning to his usual smiling demeanor.

"Guess it's my turn then," Feuer said as she got up from her seat taking a deep breath, still keeping a calm and composed expression. She headed over to the stage center looking on towards the rookies below.

Feuer raised her arms by shoulder length as she summoned a large dark aura. Her presence was both intimidating but from some she still looked glorious. As the darkness continued to surround her body. Then with a swipe of her hands, a large mass of darkness appeared in her right hand.

"Newcomers, welcome, I am Feuer Sirvard, captain of the Blue Rose Squad," Feuer spoke as she released the dark orb into the air causing it to disperse. "Please do not be alarmed by my magic if intimidating, I assure you I mean no harm. If you are aware, our squad specializes in diplomacy, creating allies. Although this squad is predominantly female, our main goal is to strive for seeking power from both within and from adventures that will come."

"I am highly anticipating the best to come out on top during this event, so show your worth on your path and best of luck, for it is only the beginning," Feuer finished as she dispelled her dark aura from around her as she went back and took her seat.

Samson stepped forward. This was a hard assignment because it wasn't like he was afforded the same luxury as the famed Silver Eagles and Crimson Lions. He couldn't tell them tales of valiant raids against enemies and successful kingdom defenses. Nor could he speak of royal and noble stories involving damsels and evil villains. The Green Mantis was a squad that lived the reality of war.

In fact, the Green Mantis and Black Bull relationship went back since its establishing. As two squads meant for the kingdom's darkness. It wasn't till Samson's deep relationship with Rose that people even saw the Green Mantis as anything more than beast.

Samson sighed before smiling. "My name is Samson and I'm the captain of the Green Mantis." He held his arms downward, pulling his shoulders back and tightening his lats. Causing his chest to puff out. "My affinity is Body Magic." Those words seemed to cause his flesh to dance. Resulting in his body increasing in both size and mass.

He quickly reverted and rubbed the back of his head. "As for what it means to be a Green Mantis. Well it's not all sunshine and roses. It's not unconditional love, valiant stories and you rarely get the girl." Samson's voice calmed back to its normal nonchalantness.

"Its being sent to the middle of enemy territory and doing things that..." His voice trailed off as he met Rebekah's gaze. "things that you can't justify beyond for the betterment of your loved ones. Because that's the world we live in. It's either for my loved one's or yours. And most of the time, its what drives battle."

Samson took a second before continuing his speech. "Anyway, to be a Green Mantis magic knight is to love battle but to also love something so much you'd be willing to do anything...and I mean anything to protect it. If you have that thing, you'll do just fine in my squad." He returned back to his position.

Rose was the last to stand, once more suddenly appearing in the center of the stage, hand still in her midriff jacket. She blinked and before those watching her could notice, a lit cigarette had seemingly conjured in her mouth. Rosanne took a puff of the smoke, breathing it out as she let the silence build for a moment. The eyes were on her, and she had always been one for a bit of a dramatic flair.

“My name is Rosanne Vermillion.” her voice held a power to it, ineffable. “I’m the Squad Captain of the Crimson Lions.”

She barely moved, and even with all the eyes watching her, she appeared by Samson’s chair. Another blur, and she appeared back by the centerstage. “My affinity is Acceleration Magic. I control how fast or slow things move.” Rosanne flicked her wrist from her pocket, throwing up stones into the air. But as they fell, they moved as if the minerals were swimming through a swamp. Another blur on her, and she reappeared with a plate of food in her hands, taken from one of the applicants. Almost moments after, the plate was back in their hands, Rose not appearing to move at all. “I use it to make myself fast and other things slower.”

“Listen up youngins, we at the Crimson Lions deal with everything to do with our country’s Domestic Defense. Civilians sleep at home safe and sound because we’re out there, protecting Clover.” Her mane of hair flared up with her magical power. “Any events that are a national risk falls under our jurisdiction. From fighting off invading forces to investigating a poisoned water source. We are the defenders of this country. And if you want to push yourself to protect your country, you belong here.”

Her mane tamed itself as the air of seriousness to Rose dropped. She gave off another two-fingered salute, and before she moved back to her seat revealed one more thing. “And we live in a volcano.”

“OUR CAPTAINS LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!!” the emcee burst with excitement, his voice almost so loud he didn’t even need to use Sound Magic. “They’ve made time out of their busy schedules to come see you all a day before our exams, so I hope you’re all thankful!! And now, the best part of this gala for you blossoming Knights…”

The emcee paused, letting the excitement build. “The Captains will be staying here to answer your questions!! In an orderly fashion, you can all approach the space in front of a Captain and take turns asking questions! But of course, you’re all free to keep mingling amongst the party! Have a lovely night, and we hope to see you become Magic Knights!!”

### Brains Over Brawn

Sora Greer stood in awe at the sight of all the captains and their magics. She felt more than just a bit intimidated by the woman Rosanne. How was anyone supposed to live up to that? To fight that kind of power? It was a frightening thought indeed, and as such, and from what she had to say, she already had a feeling that she didn't belong there. She still intended to meet with her, for courtesy's sake, but she would be shocked if any had the intent of letting her join. Her first stop would be the Violet Orca's.

Sora was among the first to stand in the line to see him. Once she stood before him, she felt a bit awkward and nervous, a far shot from how she had felt just a few moments before. And yet, she did stand before a captain. It stood to reason that it could be a bit nerve-wracking to stand before a potential employer. She made a bow before the man, offering him the respect she felt that he deserved. "Sir Zener. An honor. I am Sora Greer, and I was a bit curious to find out more about the Violet Orca's?"

Zener jumped. He was surprised that anyone would actually approach him. The idea of an intelligence division normally caused others to groan. This was nice though.

"Hi!! How may I help?" Zener responded with a smile on his face. It was exciting, this was his first year doing this.

She felt a bit more at ease with his enthusiastic response. Straightening herself a bit she looked up to the knight before proceeding. "Well, I was hoping to find out a bit more about what makes an Orca into an Orca. I've heard that you are the intelligence gatherers. The recon force I suppose, but I still don't know too much about that kind of work and what that would entail in practice. I'd also like to know what kind of work would be expected off of a new aspirant who gets to join?"

"Good question!" Zener smiled. "We try not to make our new recruits do anything too difficult. For the most part, we initiate you with smaller intelligence tasks. For instance, the first task of all recruits is to try and assess the Magic Attributes of all Clover Kingdom's new Magic Knights and document them to the Magic Emperor! Otherwise, most of your preliminary tasks are to find clues when it comes to the location of monsters, magic artefacts and other things of that nature. Stuff related to the borders will only be given to you when you can be trusted with the information."

Zener pouted again. "Unfortunately in our squad, I don't get to see the recruits grow too much...We have to keep so many secrets!!" Zener looked directly into Sora's eyes, pouting as tears began to well up.

"Ah ah I can't lose composure!!" Zener pulled back and wiped his tears. "Anything else?"

"I see. I can only assume then that there is a penalty to being discovered while spying?" Sora asked, curious of what kind of penalties and punishments might follow for those who fail in their tasks for the Orca's. "Are there punishments for failure? What's more, will your knights be trained for combat too, or will it be only espionage exercises? I could imagine that some combat efficiency could be useful if one were to be discovered in the deed."

"..." Zener went quiet for the first time today. He didn't expect to be asked that question off the bat. "Well of course you'll be trained for combat! But we're hit and runners. If you can't immediately knock out or kill your enemy, we run as fast as we can~" While Zener said that with a smile, it quickly turned into a grim frown.

"Punishment..." Zener thought, as flashbacks of identifying medals landed in the Violet Orca's barracks. Again...again...and again.

"Violet Orca does not punish failure. The only punishment for failure outside of your ability to control..." Zener said, hesitating. "Is death, I'm afraid."

A bittersweet smile adorned Zener's face. "I can understand if you're scared. But this is the truth. We're a squad designed to prepare for war...and sometimes things out of our control happen." Zener looked at Sora. "Don't feel pressured, alright?" A genuine smile peeped through all the facades. He didn't want to scare this recruit out of her dreams. But...reality was a cruel mistress.

She nodded along to his words, her eyes widening at the mention of dying. Death... Such a foreign concept to her. As youngsers, children are often under the delusion that they are invulnerable. That they'll make it out no matter what. To hear from him that she might just die on the field of duty still felt like such a distant concept, but she also acknowledged the severity of his words and would not debate it. "I won't. I wouldn't make for a good knight if I felt pressured over the base details of the missions, now would I?" She said with a slightly tense smile, trying to work past the previous anxiousness. "I should probably see myself out. There are surely others who want to talk to you too. I hope me and my Snake Magic can impress you in the coming days." She said with a sincere smile before bowing and begining to walk away. A few steps away she stopped and turned around to look at the knight again: "Thank you for your time Sir. And just so you know, I would be honored and priviliged if I were to be permitted into your ranks." She said with a grin before turning around and walking towards the next of the captains.

"Hmmm, not bad." Zener said as a grin appeared. "Maybe this year's candidates will show *us* something new, hm?"

### Silver Tongue

Sora felt a bit nervous about this next one. Feuer had struck her as a distant and perhaps a bit cold kind of person to talk to and approach. But she steeled her nerves and made the approach. She felt that she needed to know of every avenue of opportunity to make an educated choice depending on who would make a request for her. If she did not know who would benefit her most, how would she be able to know where she belonged for the near and long future of her life? So, despite her own hesitations, she now stood before the woman, offering her a small curtsy out of respect before speaking: "Greetings, Madame Feuer. I am Sora Greer, Snake Mage." She began, her voice lacking some confidence. "I was wondering what kind of purpose the Blue Rose serves and what kind of things and adventures would await me in your fold if I would be so lucky to get picked?"

"A snake mage you say," Feuer asked in a curious yet soft tone her cyan eyes looked into the young mage's eyes while retaining a calm demeanor, "Quite something that's peaked my curiosity I will say. In any case, our squad is mainly predominately female, you would not be associating with any males in this squad as we do not need any type of worship from them. Mainly, our focus is on diplomatic matters, such as forming alliances and building allies with other groups building stronger forces as women." Feuer summoned a small dark orb from her hand as she looked to Sora then a small smile formed on her face, "Also, you no need to worry about confidence, for those who join will unlock their potential from within."

Sora allowed herself to smile softly at the captain's words. "'Potential from within'... A very appealing thought, I'll admit. Though... Maybe some worship can be beneficial if addressing a clutch of male politicians." she half chuckled until she realized who she stood before. "Sorry! Now is not the time for jokes... If I may ask, what need does the political knights have for magic in most instances? I understand that there might be some magics that could benefit situations, but if someone has combat magic, would that maybe mostly be for if the meeting were to turn sour? Or do you see combat as well? Or do you perhaps generally not pick combat mages into your knighthood?" She asked before realizing she had another question. "Oh, sorry, but in the early stages of acceptance, what kinds of training would an aspiring Blue Rose go through? Law and persuasion studies, or do you train 'power' as well?" She finished. She realized a bit too late that she was all but belting out all her questions, but she knew that there would be others who wanted to talk to the captain too, so might as well get her questions in the air before she needed to dismiss herself or be dismissed.

Feuer let out a light chuckle from the joke then her demeanor changed back to being calm and composed. "To answer your first question, yes I do seek combat mages into my knighthood, I accept different types of mages. Combat, defense, support, each one I believe has the potential to showcase their own true capability and diplomacy in becoming a true knight," Feuer said in a confident yet gentle tone, her words were elegant yet so pristine, as she released her dark orb allowing it to disperse into the air, she looked back to Sora with a calming smile. "For training, we do both law and persuasion studies along with training for powers as well," Feuer continued, "In the Blue Rose squad, testing one's strength both on and off the battlefield whether be combat or negotiations, it is imperative to keep one's mind and body sharp for anything."

"I think I understand. A sort of, 'Healthy body is a healthy mind' kind of circumstance...? Tell me, what kind of quality would you say your knighthood values most? Cleverness? Creativity? Something else? Out of everything, what kind of quality do you think is the most important for an aspiring Rose?" She asked, curious to find out more of the squad's preferences and ideology. She found herself genuinely intrigued regarding this knighthood. She had come here first out of a sense of obligation to show respect to a valuable member of the Clover Kingdom's knights, but what she did not anticipate was for the group to actually sound so appealing to her. She didn't really perceive herself as a diplomat, but maybe this knighthood could change such a mindset.

"A quality that matters for the Blue Rose," Feuer pondered for a second until it hit her, "Ahh yes, I believe the most important quality for an aspiring Rose is some who has a just mind and a just heart being able to attain the impossible in any situation without any sort of hesitation nor renouncing their own dream or recognition of what it is to be a true knight." As Feuer spoke, a gentle smile formed on her face looking to Sora once more, "Though, whichever path you choose, it what's best for what you believe in."

Sora nodded all the while, taking in the Captain's advice. "I think I understand. Thank you for your wisdom, captain. Justice and being true to oneself... If I understand you correctly at least." She spoke aloud, allowing the Captain to correct her if she misunderstood something. "I have found this to be very enlightening, Captain. Thank you for your time. Unless there is something else, I should probably get moving and let others talk with you as well. Thank you for this privilige, Lady Feuer." She said with another curtsy before preparing to leave unless the captain had something to say.

Feuer politely bowed as a final response for Sora as she gave a polite smile. The conversation she had with Sora was rather pleasant, though she wondered who else would converse with her.

“My my, what a beauty!” Judas said as he walked towards Feuer, right and left hand raised in the air.

Feuer looked over noticing Judas as her expression changed to being cold and calm as she glanced at him. "Great, another one who has fawned over me, let's just get this over with at least," Feuer thought to herself then focused her attention back to Judas, "hello young rookie, seems you had some interest in wanting to know more about the Blue Rose squad."

”OH Hello Captain Feuer! I didn’t see you there, I got caught up in inspecting my beautiful face! AHAHAHAHA!” Judas replied, turning his right hand to reveal a small mirror resting in his palm. “My name is Judas Eisenheart, and I was gifted with my mother’s love magic!” He continued, as if Feuer hadn’t said anything at all. “I’m not that into diplomacy and what not, but I would love if you elaborated on what is about!”

"*So this is how he's gonna be huh*," Feuer thought to herself as a dark aura surrounded her as she glared at Judas. Her stare was cold, glaring dead at him as her intimidating side was more evident. "For starters, if you wish to associate with my squad, you would be an errand boy since it's mostly female, wonder how someone as beautiful as yourself would be having to serve and clean after us?"

“Errand boy? Oh my does that sound tempting! I could shop till I dropped, especially since you’ll need the best potion to smoothed out those wrinkles.” Judas replied, as he turned his attention back to his mirror. “Oh jeez, that pimple is back..Damn you acne!”

"Do you know who you are speaking to boy," Feuer asked in a cold sharp tone as her aura grew larger making her intimidating appearing show in his mirror, "it's a reason why this squad is most for female because of men like you who think more on your looks then on your path of becoming a magic knight will never amount for anything greater." Her words were dark and keen as she spoke the truth to Judas all whilst maintaining her calm demeanor.

“My goodness Captain Feuer! You’ve got to have thicker skin, and not allow the likes of little ole me go get under your vibrant skin.” He said, dropping his humorous tone. “It’s apparent that I’m not a fit for this squad, so I’ll be taking my leave. Thanks.”

Dion had half a mind to simply leave the gala after the Squad introductions were done. Even if their display wasn’t that impressive, to Dion it seemed much more important, much more terrifying. They possessed magical powers much stronger than Dion’s, even their affinities there. Still, seeing Fen approach Rosanne, Dion gulped loudly, slowly walking towards one of the captains that caught his eye.

“Err...hello?” Dion said awkwardly, eyes meeting the floor instead of Feuer. “You’re the Blue Rose captain, right?”

Feuer cocked an eyebrow looking down at the rookie mage. She was quite curious but felt a bit of apathy towards them due to how they were presenting themselves to her.

"Yes, I am Feuer Sirvard, Blue Rose Captain," Feuer replied then shook her head as she knelt down looking up at them, "child, if you are to properly introduce yourself to someone, the least you can do is look at them straight in the eye not on the floor. Showing this posture will only make those you try and form allies with think you're not strong nor confident."

Feuer's words were sharp like daggers as she spoke to them. Yet her expression still remained composed .

Dion’s eyes widened, shock taking him aback as he nearly flinched at her mere words. If her words were daggers then they had met their mark. Dion remained silent for a moment, as if yo truly take in Feuer’s words.

“If I tried to show I was strong or confident, I’d be faking it.” He said, an awkward chuckle leaving his lips. “Isn’t that way worse than being weak?”

"In more ways than one," Feuer replied this time with slight sharpness in her voice, "though in your state now if you continue to act like this, no one will take you serious, you'll never become stronger. Tell me boy, what is holding you back?"

Feuer patiently waited on a reply from Dion as she looked to him with a calm yet stern look on her face. Seeing a male wanted to know more about her squad wasn't anything new but the sense of mistrust she had for them, she had to bottle it up.

Dion blinked several times, trying to find an answer to her question. “I…don’t know how to answer that, honestly. I don’t even think I want to get stronger.”

For some reason, Dion felt like he could share anything with Feuer, as intimidating as she was. “What’s up with your squad anyways? The whole only female thing.”

"My squad being all female is the belief that we can withhold power without seeking praise or any attention from men," Feuer replied as she brushed some of her crimson hair away from her cyan eyes.

"Seeing that you're curious about my squad, I can say that I have some respect for you. You truly have a sense of bravery to come up and speak with me, so I will give you that." After Feuer finished what she said, she gave Dion a small gentle smile.

“Thanks, though I can’t take all the praise. Honestly, I just wanted to leave but seeing some of my errr…friends come and talk to all of you. I don’t know, kinda gives you courage I guess.” Dion responded scratching the back of his head.

“That being said, you’ll still get attention from men. I mean you saw what happened when you walked in.” Dion nodded, as if that simple gesture could reassure his point.

“I don’t want to join a squad where I’ll be the same as I was before, y’know? Cleaning.”

"Well I can assure you that my squad has nothing to do with any of that but instead more on the diplomatic side of things," Feuer explained, "and there is no argument to back up what you mentioned about men and boys fawning for me, though I don't believe it's necessary in becoming a magic knight."

"That being said, I will give one piece of advice, you will know where your path will begin when you're sure about what you desire not within your heart but also your deep within," Feuer advised, her words though in the beginning felt like daggers now we're soft and pleasant, a gentle touch that felt uplifting despite her intimidating presence she presented earlier.

Dion didn't quite understand Feuer's words, even so, he simply nodded in response to her advice, likewise, he refused to argue with her about her own squad. It was probably troublesome, and that was the last thing Dion liked. Trouble. Still, he found Feuer surprisingly intriguing, and equally as intimidating.

"I heard they made the guys in the squad clean up after everyone else...glad I was wrong though. So, what does diplomacy entail anyways? There's not a lot of fighting involved?"

"Oh fighting is involved from time to time," Feuer answered rather quickly, "however, with the question about how diplomacy works, it's mainly the idea of our squad making negotiations with other groups, forming alliances to better strengthen our forces. Thus doing so without any form of bias and must have a strong mind when making agreements with both sides. And yes, while I've mentioned before it's predominately female, the men...are mostly errand boys for the squad."

The last part of the statement Feuer said with a less enthusiasm but didn't want to sound too soft over what the men's roles were in her squad. Still though, she did find it rather interesting that someone as curious as Dion would want to converse with her.

"Damn..." Dion cursed to himself. "H-has there ever been a male member that's been more than an errand boy?"

Feuer chuckled for a second before she looked to Dion with a stern look staring at him, "No."

Dion's comically became as small as pebbles, his posture slouched. One could tell he felt completely dejected. Cold sweat ran down his temples as he managed to speak. "F-fuck...that's not good...and this seemed like such a good squad too..."

"Don't let what I say break your spirit boy," Feuer spoke but this time the tone in her voice was gentle, "not saying that you won't be of worth but, I believe every rookie here has their own potential, even yourself, so no need to be sulking over what I said."

“R-right!” Dion nodded. “It’s a bad habit, I guess.” He scratched the back of his head, eyes moving from the floor to Feuer once he remembered their introductions to each other.

“Does everyone have the same potential?” He asked curiously. For once he didn’t seem completely terrified, his comfort with Feuer growing slightly.

"In my eyes, everyone has their own potential that sets them apart from one another," Feuer stated, "whether it be their sense of diplomacy, their skills out on the battlefield, it's how one presents themselves and hold themselves up to what they're capable of."

Dion nearly rolled his eyes, ”Her answers are so damn cryptic….” he thought to himself. Another loud gulp came after some silence.

“Well thanks for this...enlightening conversation.” Dion nodded once more as if to reassure himself more than anyone else. “I think this squad might be the most convenient for me, to get to where I want to be at.” Dion waved before placing his hands in his pockets.

“Oh, lady. My name is Dion by the way, not boy.”

After hearing what Dion said, a small dark aura surrounded Feuer as she glanced at Dion. "My name is Lady Feuer or Captain Feuer, not just lady, Dion, if wanting to address me, do it correctly."

“Oh, alright, Lady Feuer.”

As her time to speak to the captain finally came, Aria approached the Magic Knight Captain with grace and calm before tilting her head and performing a courtesy bow toward Feuer. "It's an honor to meet you lady Feuer. I've heard many great things about you, so meeting you is like meeting a living legend." She then picked up her head and smiled. "I'm Aria Alanis."

Feuer turned her attention to Aria as a gentle smile grew on her face from her compliment. "Why thank you," Feuer replied, her tone was calming and polite. "I'm quite honored to hear someone think of me in that light and it's nice to meet you Aria. Tell me, what brings you to the Blue Rose squad?"

"Well it was actually master that told me about how strong and great you were. He said you were one of the Captains I had to at least meet before the exams began. I've heard despite your beauty and your diplomatic abilities, your dark magic was something not to sleep on. Could you tell me more about the functions over your squad? what sets it apart from the rest?"

"Apart from being a squad that is entirely female, we focus primarily on forming alliances with other forces; building strength with one another and maintaining an unbias and calm demeanor with our allies," Feuer replied then she remembered Aria mentioning something about a master that caught her curiosity," tell me child, who was your master who mentioned me to you?"

"Well," Aria began, "I actually had two masters. One who I only knew for a short while, he taught me a lot about swords and swordmanship while I did know him thought. He never told me his name though, he always told me and Ale my friend to call him "master". The other is," she paused to turn her head toward another captain. "And my other was Captain, Lucifer Illuminare."

Feuer turned to see Lucifer then tilted her head to the side with a cold yet pondering look on her face, "I see, so he's one of the two people who told you a thing or two about me, fascinating," Feuer replied her mind going into a state of thought then refocused her attention on Aria, "I'm guessing your masters mean a lot to you in getting you to where you are now."

Aria would then blush and look over to the captain, "my family began as a noble house but through events our status, money, property before I was born. It was thanks to Lucifer that new regained it all." She then clenched a fist and smiled confidently, "I want to become a great magic knight, even a captain, to show that everything my masters have done for me was not a waste."

Feuer's eyes widen from Aria's goal that a gentle smile spread on her face. "You seem to have a goal already paved out for you," Feuer gently smiled, "you have confidence of a true knight one day and I hope to see your potential shine!"

Aria blushes even harder and clenched a fist in front of her before bowing, "Thank you ma'am! I'll try my best!" She yelled, trying her best to hold back tears from the praise she received before heading out.

### There For You

"Leonardo, was it?" Came the feminine voice of Sora Greer who was the next to step up to the captain of the Coral Peacocks. "Sora Greer, Snake Mage." She presented herself with a bit more confidence than prior and with an act of curtsy. "I've often been told of the storied importance of the Coral Peacocks, but I don't think that a testament from an outsider is much to go off of. Perhaps you'd care to tell me more? I understand that you do support, but I often think of "Backline help" when I hear the term. What would you say it does and should mean in your case?"

"Well our squad and it's duties can't be summed up any better than the term of "support". But I can try." Leonardo began as he met Sora's eyes with his brilliant golden amber eyes. "We are a squad of well, a mixed bunch really. We don't have any real specialty amongst the ranks of the squads, but we focus on a much more well rounded approach. We as a squad are more than capable of stepping up to front lines of combat, give support fire, healing or even take a more intellectual approach such as negotiations or intense thinking." Leonardo finished as he created a miniature sun in his hand, "I like it to the sun, it's heat can burn yet warm up those in feeling pain. Light up at the darkest of days, yet looking at it directly will blind you. Where we just blend into the background, if we were to go missing," he then made the miniatures sun vanish. "Then everyone, would notice."

His presentation through magic was certainly a help for him to convey his point. She couldn't help but admire the work and use of it to get a point across. "I think I understand. I can certainly see how a group like that would and could be very useful... Maybe I still just lack imagination, but I kind of wonder how my magic could be of help in an environment like that. Snakes doesn't immediately strike me as a power that could serve such means in an efficient manner. Aside from maybe some sort of secret rear attacks or something..."

"Snakes huh?" Leonardo said as he place his hand to his chin and began to think. "If I remember correctly that means you can manipulate normal snakes or create your own. Honestly your magic can shine in a few ways, a key one being to gather intel. For example by manipulating natural snakes you can use them as scouts of sorts, gather Intel through their eyes. That alone makes you a great asset as it prevents others from needing to run in blind. Some snakes being poisonous can also help you in terms of combat. Not just that but while you naturally don't come off as a front line fighter, in a one on one and given right circumstances I can see your magic being quite difficult to deal for your foe."

Leonardo then smiled and placed his hand on her head before giving her a wide smile, "never lower yourself or your capabilities. All magic is beautiful, all magic is strong. It's a matter of what you do with said magic to really make it shine. Okay?" He said in his usual soft, and friendly tone, a voice so pure and radiant.

She felt quite at ease with his hand on her head. From other people it might have come across and patronizing, but she didn't feel like that here. It felt like the hand of a man who truly cared. Which was odd as they didn't know each other in the slightest. Still, it felt a bit like the touch her father had never given her. She smiled softly. "I see what you mean... I'll work to be a bit more creative with what I have been given. Whether I come to work for you or another, I hope to impress you in the times to come sir. I appreciate your advice... Say, before I leave you for some other would-be-knights to come up, what kind of things would I as a new aspirant get to experience in the early time if I were to be allowed into your squad?"

"Well for one the squad can be, heh well we're not quite what most think of as a "standard" magic knight squad. Mostly cause I allow Nobles, commoners, peasants and even foreigners in. We can be loud, we can be eccentric, but same time even if some don't like one another, we all respect and care for one another. So I guess be prepared for just about anything, hahaha. But also be prepared to see the world through new lens, to learn what you can and do everything you can for others. Since at the end of the day, regardless of who you join, that's what we all do, look out for everyone we can." He said taking his hand off her head and giving her a bow then stood up straight. "It was nice meeting you Miss Greer. I look forward to seeing you in the exams."

#### Love Traumatized

Embarrassed and frightened, Judas walked with real cautiously. His encounter with Zahir just moments ago had put him in a frantic state. With both hands arms wrapped around his body, it was fairly easy for him to slip on a stray dining cloth. It was an odd fall, like he was almost falling in slow motion.

"Woah there," a calm voice emerged as a hand reached out and grabbed his palm. "Gotta watch your step next time kid." The voice belonged to the crystal blue eyes Captain of the Coral Peacocks, Lucifer Illuminare. "You must be one of the Magic Knight hopefuls. Nice to meet ya."

Judas would snatch his hand back, as the effects of continued to haunted over him. “T—Th-Thank you, I guess.” Judas said as he rose up onto his feet. “You’re correct, I’m a Magic Knight hopeful, Judas Eisenheart..Love Magic.” He said, trying a noticeably less hostile approach when compared to his previous two. “Nice to meet you..”

"I'm the captain of the Coral Peacocks, Lucifer Illuminare. It appears you're a little shaken up." Lucifer said as he smiled, releasing an aura of warmth and calm. "I'm guessing you met with a fellow captain, probably Rosie or Zara."

“No…that crazy bastard Zahir. I guess I started it, but he’s just ya know. I tried to out asshole the asshole and boom.” Judas came clean, as he felt the weight on his heart lift ever so slightly. “I guess while I’m here I could find more out about the Coral Peacocks..”

"Well, were the support squad. We don't have any real specialty when it comes to our duties but act more as a jack of all trades. We heal, we fight, we spy, we negotiate, we do a bit of a lot really."

”Healing huh. I think that’s what I need, because I’m not really a asshole you see. I’m just a product of my parents, self-absorbed and self-centered.” Klaus replied, before taking a seat on the floor below, placing his chin onto his knees and arms over his shins. “I guess finally getting a tiny feeling of true strength did something to me..” Judas ranted.

Lucifer saw the pain in Judas', his words, the fetal position he was in, it all lead to Lucifer kneeling down and placing a hand on his shoulder. "Come on Judas, this is no place to be like that. You can't allow the rest of the captains to think anything less about you. You've been met with the face of real life, the power of another." Lucifer then released a small wave of magic power. While it was immense, unquestionably on the level of any other captain, it was also warm, inviting, healing, a truly genuine magic power. He then reached his hand out, "so rise to your feet, hold your head high, you're gonna be a magic knight right?"

”Are you trying to give me skin cancer! Put that light away!” Judas complained, as he turned to hide his annoyed face. “Yes……I am going to be a magic knight.” He mumbled, before he reluctantly grabbed Lucifer’s hand, using it to lift himself up. “But first, I need a new mirror.”

Lucifer grabbed Judas' ear and lifted him off the ground. "The next time someone gives you a helping hand, try not to be a little shit about it, Kay?" He asks with a smile. despite his kind aura it was clear, Lucifer could be just as much a monster as Zahir if he wished.

”I yai yai yai yaiii, okay okay!! Judas shouted, trying to escape Lucifer’s grip.

Lucifer then let him go and looked down at him. "If you're strong be strong, if you're proud, then be proud. But no matter who or what you are, never forget, there could always be something bigger than you around the corner. When you understand that, you'll truly know what it means to be a Magic Knight." Lucifer then turned his back and walked away. "Do your best at the exams kid, hopefully you'll do great."

“Anything other than my best is failure, but I appreciate your wise words Captain!” Judas said with a smug grin on his face, both fist planted on his waist. “Chow!” He said, putting up both middle and index fingers to signal the peace sign, as he walked away proudly.

#### Of Blood and Support

As Bella was walking though the venue, she began to look around with a worried expression on her face. She let out a slight whimper hoping no one was looking at her due to either how she looked or what her magic is. Suddenly, she bumped into someone which made her eyes widen from what happened. She quickly bowed while blushing uncontrollably. "I'm so sorry! I-I didn't mean to bump into you! My apologizes," Bella apologizes whimpering.

"Pick your head up young one." The man said, placing his hand on her head and gently pats her head. "It's okay, just pick your head up alright?" It was Lucifer who spoke so softly to her.

Bella looked up at the man as her eyes widen. His voice sounded calming that her shyness started to settle. "M-my name is Bella Ravenwine, I'm a user of Blood Magic and I'm curious to know how would my magic make a contribution to this squad," Bella asked.

Lucifer's eyes widened with excitement, "Your magic is actually one that we at Coral Peacocks look for." He began as he stepped closer to her. "Through my research your magic is one of the ones with one of the greatest potential for growth. Very few can heal like yours could, be defensive yet offensive, it has the potential to grow into something beautiful." His crystal blue eyes were gleaming with excitement.

"Y-you think my magic has the potential for growth? Really," Bella asked with sparkling cyan blue eyes full of wonder. She never felt so elated and at the same time she got a warm and inviting feeling from the captain that made her feel welcomed.

"Blood Magic has a bad rep by most, but from my research some of the greatest healers in history has that magic. With a book I once read that a past Witch Queen had that magic. She could heal, fight, defend, manipulate." He smiled passionately with excitement, "your magic has me excited for the coming exams."

Bella eagerly smiled as she felt a jolt of confidence wave over her. She felt excited for not only the exam but also knowing that her magic was something that was of good use. "Thank you so much! Your words really have inspired me and gave me the confidence I need for the exam!" Bella beamed.

"I'll be watching your progress in the exams closely young Bella." Lucifer then looked upward thinking, "*This year's hopefuls has me so excited for what's to come.*" he then smirked looking back at Bella. "Shine on young one, dazzle the world."

"I will!" Bella nodded confidently, "thank you once again!" Bella politely bowed to Lucifer before she made her left brimming with confidence and now a hopeful smile on her face. The future was bright for her, she felt great. No longer did she felt her magic was harmful.

### Serve and Protect

Sora was starting to feel quite good about herself right now. Not in an arrogant manner for having had some good experiences so far, but for by knowing that not every captain is a figure of dread and terror, she began to realize that there might be more to relate to with them than she had first anticipated. She wanted to... No, she needed to learn more. Standing before the Captain of the Silver Eagles, she felt a bit more at ease, not even only because of her prior interactions, but because of the stories she had heard of the eagles. Offering a curtsy of respect, she bowed her head in almost reverence. "Lady Silva. An honor to stand before you. I have heard many stories of you and your squad and wanted to learn more about you. I've heard many a tale of your good deeds to the kingdom and her people, but I figured that second-hand witnessing could not tell the full story of the Silver Eagles. Would you mind telling me a few more details?"

Lucielle's eyebrow quirked upward. "Oh, it seems I have a visitor. No need to be so formal, this is a meet and greet, not a debutante ball or firefight with a chain of command," she responded, her tone surprisingly warm. "Well, before I launch into that, how about introductions. As you heard earlier, I'm Lucielle Silva. Luci for short. And your name? Also, what would you like to know exactly? Detail is good but I'm not in the business of boring people to death."

The captain deftly nabbed an hors d'oeuvre from a passing tray before lightly popping it into her mouth. It wouldn't do to have her stomach rumble in the middle of conversation.

Mentally hammering herself for being dumb enough to not introduce herself first, she ran with the current presentation, especially when lady Silva did not seem to mind too much. "Sorry. My name is Sora Greer and I am a Snake Mage. I was always told by my family to respect one's betters, so... Well yes, I suppose I could be a bit more specific, but you shouldn't worry about boring me, Lady Silva. I am here to learn, and any insight or wisdom you could give me would benefit me in the long run I believe. No matter how long winded." She said in an attempt at a joke at the end. "But if I were to say some specific topics... How about what a Silver Eagle is meant to do at the start and how they are expected to deal with it? Maybe even how we would be initially trained for it?"

"It's alright. But Sora Greer and a snake mage..got it. Well, they told you correctly. I'm afraid most of my peers are really uptight about those things." The captain smirked, a chuckle escaping her before she continued.

"Hmm. To start? Patrol. Sadly, trouble rarely comes to us so we have to go and find it. You don't have to worry about being alone or anything though; we operate in pairs, occasionally trios. A young recruit would be paired with someone more experienced so as to familiarize the recruit with the chain of command, day to day operations, and how to expect the unexpected. Contrary to popular belief, we aren't just chasing serial killers and thieves, but doing little things like rescuing a cat stuck in a tree. These little things are just as important, as they form part of community outreach. Essential to any police force's success is the trust of the community. There are more allies and less obstacles that way."

"After all, if you can't find a missing dog or cat, how can you be trusted to catch a killer?"

"I... I never looked at it like that before. I see your point and can't help but agree..." Sora trailed off while drifting away in contemplation. Catching herself before she completely disappeared in her thought process, she continued. "Patrolling with seniors to get a grip on the prospects and circumstances. I understand. But I have to ask; do the knights patrol under guise? I haven't seen many knights come about my old home, but when they did, it usually caused a ruccus in some shape or form. Do citizens ever feel uneasy with a Silver's presence? Like, if you were to step to the field openly then maybe they would start thinking that maybe something dangerous is afoot? How would an Eagle deal with such a situation?"

Lucielle smirked. "It depends on the circumstance does it not? There are circumstances where street clothes are required to nab a target. Other times, being in uniform acts as an active deterrent to crime. They know you're there, and you're watching. And you're just waiting for that one tell, one slip-up, and then it's game on. Moreover, it's why trust building is so important; rather than being associated with trouble, you're seen as a mark of safety, inspiring comfort in the citizens who see you on patrol."

The Silva noble smiled faintly. "Don't you only feel uneasy if you have something to hide? A guilty conscience, sense of weakness, what have you."

Seeing how there were different captains to associate with, Xiomar looked around until he noticed Lady Silva in the distance. He took a deep breath as he approached her though he began to wonder how his magic would aid her squad. She was a noble, he was not. Part of him felt he wouldn't be getting any polite treatment from her but he shook his head as he went over to her with a polite smile on his face. "Hello, Lady Silva, it is a honor to stand before you, my name is Xiomar Blaze," Xiomar smiled as he looked to Lucille, "now I do happen to have some questions if you do not mind. I am someone who specializes in Explosion Magic and I'm curious to know how it would fit in the category of serving and protecting the public."

Again with the "Lady Silva". She knew they were being polite, but Luci couldn't help the corner of her mouth quirking upward. "Right. Nice to meet you Xio. Well, the easy answer is exterminating threats. Of course, there's more to explosion than just wiping someone off the face of the earth. For example, using a controlled blast to neutralize an incoming attack, allowing you to protect people who'd otherwise be in harm's way. Remote controlled blasts to destroy traps when doing a search mission. Triggering an explosion to disrupt opponent sequences, enabling your teammates to go on the offensive. But more than anything, it's about learning to control and harmonize with your affinity. To the point where you don't have to think about something, but you know. And your affinity knows. It's something I had to discover for myself with Mercury," Luci responded before scratching her cheek sheepishly.

"Probably a little more long-winded than you'd like but there's your answer."

Xiomar's jaw slightly dropped from Luci's answer. He didn't much expect a long answer from her for something that was just a simple short answer about his magic. However, he was quite intrigued by how she was able to answer his question without hesitation and can easily present different out comes if he were to envision himself in the squad. "Well, ummmm that explains a lot," Xiomar chuckled a bit, "it looks like you've just answered almost every single question that I could think of to ask you ahahaha." Xiomar nervously chuckled trying to keep his composure as he tried to think of another question to ask the Silver Eagle captain but none appeared to pop into his mind. For some odd reason, he seemed to be fascinated and for some reason can envision himself being part of them, only question was would he fit in?

Maybe she was a little too thorough. "Ooops. Don't worry about it too much. Thinking is what I do a lot so questions like that are my cup of tea. Is there anything you'd like to know about squad culture? Doesn't have to be anything elaborate. Here," she swiped another appetizer from a passing tray before handing it to Xio, "think on it while you eat this."

"Thank you again, I'll be sure to give it my all during the exam, until then," Xiomar politely bowed before he was about to head off waiting to see if Luci was about to add something else before he was gong to leave.

"Till then," Luci nodded, deciding not to press further. She'd let his actions at the exam making up the remaining impression.

Noticing that the Silver Eagle Squadron Captain was a little freer, Gehard approached her, pulling up a chair next to her, he unbuttoned his jacket and sat down, causally picking up a snack on the table, he ate it, and when he finished swallowing he turned to his cousin , first he greeted her :

"Good evening Lucielle-San...;Looks like the big day is coming, tomorrow the three years of physical and magical trine will be put to the test ..." Although he tried to hide his nervousness behind a calm expression , it showed through, through the way he tapped one of his fingers against the surface of the table, in his gaze and even in his hesitant way of speaking.

Giving a heavy sigh, he continued :

"... Lucielle-San, do you have any advice for me, at least something to put my mind at ease until tomorrow?"

Luci's demeanor changed as her cousin arrived. "Har-har!" she exclaimed, ruffling her cousin's hair in greeting, "three years already? Where did the time go?"

She then smirked. "Isn't it simple? Trust the process. You know the work you put in, the growing pains, the tears, and the frustration. Harness that chip on your shoulder and you'll get there."

Luci then poked him in the forehead teasingly. "That's an order from your beloved cousin, alright?"

Feeling a little more confident thanks to Lucielle's words, he contained his nervousness, stopped tapping his finger against the table, and even gave a slight smile at his cousin's attitude, nodding his head in agreement with her orders.

After a few moments, Gehard became silent and took a good look around the room, observing the various candidates carefully. He surmised, and with a much more serious expression than was usually on his face, he turned to his cousin and looking deep into her eyes said:

"As always many people will try to become a Magical Knight, but I heard that this time there are many promising newcomers both among the Nobles and Royalty and among the Plebeians, for sure many are obstinate and will not give up easily, neither will I, but I know it will not be easy. What I want to say Lucielle-San, is that if something bad happens to me, I want you to take care of her for me, she will be desolate, and some damned people will mistreat her if I am not around, but if you defend her, I am sure they will not dare to do anything against her."

It was easy enough to know who he meant. Her expression was unfazed. "As if that was ever something you needed to request. Whether they like it or not, she is part of this family now, and will be treated as such. Or they *will* have to deal with me. I'm sure it will take little to remind them of why they were scared of me as a child," Lucielle responded.

"Rest assured that she will be provided for. I can't refuse my cute little cousin when he's making such an earnest expression after all." The return of her teasing tone dispelled the pressure building in her immediate area.

Gehard scratched the back of his neck while his cheeks blushed, thanks to the amusing way Lucielle showed him affection, that although sometimes it embarrassed him, her relaxed behavior often made him laugh and even forget that he was in front of the most powerful member of his family, as well as one of the great Squad Captains of the Magic Knights; and this time it was no different, leaving aside all his previous tension ,he gave a serene smile and said:

"Thank you Cousin, for always being kind to me and my mother and despite our situation being so considerate to us, I am really very grateful that even being in such a complicated family i can count on someone incredible like you, so tomorrow I will not disappoint you !"

"Isn't that what family is for?" Lucielle said, a small smile present, "I know you won't. But just in case, off you go. A good night's sleep is always a help. And of course, some food." Taking a plate from the table, she placed a number of food items on the plate before handing it to him.

"Now shoo. You have a big day tomorrow and you'll want to be ready to face it with everything you have."

Not sure if Lucielle was saying goodbye so hastily because she wanted some time alone, or if it was because she wanted to attend to someone else, or simply because she didn't want to be seen chatting so intimately with a rookie so as not to create the impression of favoritism, Gehard simply nodded in agreement with his cousin's instructions and taking the plateful of snacks that she had offered him, got up from his chair and left.

As he ate the snacks, starting with the smallest, he walked around the room while his eyes once again scanned the room for company or a distraction to keep him occupied for the rest of the night.

Dion walked, hands in his pockets, head still low amongst the large crowd of Magic Knight applicants that surrounded the Silver Eagles. Patiently awaiting his turn, his foot tapped against the floors of the Gala, part of him simply wanting to leave the place. He hated crowded spaces, and he sure felt some type of way about the strongest Magic Knight squads.

Finally, he could see her. A woman of silver hair and a stern expression, ones who’s appearance seemed surprisingly casual for a noble.

“Hello, name’s D-dion…” he said, scratching the side of his neck momentarily. “I was wondering what do you all do usually as a police force?

The stern expression dissipated, replaced by a half-smile. Her ice colored gaze studied him for several moments as she chose to respond. "Dion huh. Nice to meet you. I'm Lucielle Silva. Luci for short. Honestly? What we usually do varies. It could be catching a petty thief. Other days, tracking a serial killer before dealing with them. Sometimes, it's helping the elderly with some heavy bags as they cross the street. Even finding missing animals. And of course the occasional drug bust or raid. The most consistent part of our existence is the patrol, since trouble rarely finds us. So we have to go find trouble. Patrols are typically done in pairs, occasional trios fyi," Luci said.

"That answer your question?"

"S-serial killers?! Thieves?! Drugs?! How often does that happen would you say?" Dion asked, almost worriedly.

Luci laughed, the sound like pealing bells. "Pretty rare. At least for drugs and killers. Petty criminals you encounter now and then. So if you're a thrill seeker, you'll be disappointed most of the time. Most of our work ends up being community building and outreach. Which helps in the long run."

"That...that sounds great! Helping the elderly, finding cats. That's definitely something I can do, I think." Dion responded. "Does it ever become troublesome, with, you know, nobles and commoners working together, seeing as how you're in House Silva and all..."

Luci's eyebrow quirked upwards in amusement. "Why would it? Don't let my kin serve as the benchmark for every single noble there was. Every now and then you'll find one who isn't high on themselves. Like me. Besides," her smile turned dangerous, "they know better than to question my decisions."

"I mean I don't mind personally, I recognize nobility's supposed to be more important anyways. I just want to make sure I'm not...I don't know, getting wedgies or something..." Dion's mind went back to his days as a younger boy. "Man...those were tough times..."

"Wedgies? Oh. We don't do pranks. Unless...." her eyebrows wiggled, "you're into that."

"N-no thanks!" Dion responded. "No wedgies for me, that would only bring back painful memories, VERY painful memories!" Dion said nodding to himself repeatedly. Taking a moment to recompose himself, another question popped into his mind. "Do you particularly care about...who joins your squad? Like their background...or their motives? Things like that?"

Another chuckle escaped the Captain. Dion was like the little brother she wanted but never had. She had a feeling teasing him would never get old. "The only thing I care about is ability. For example, if your skillset is or can be geared towards our line of work. You don't have to be a perfect fit, just have the potential to use whatever magic at your disposal to accomplish the tasks set out for you. While avoiding casualties. I denied one individual last year because, while he had the enthusiasm and the wherewithal, his magic would be a nightmare in crowded settings. Imprecision lie at the heart of his magic, making it very impractical for day to day police work. I won't say dangerous because for the longest time I was considering a living liability. But simply put, his magic wouldn't work for what we do."

"As for motives? Don't do anything which puts the members of my squad at risk. Cause if the shady dealings don't get you, I will."

A chuckle nearly escaped Dion's lips, if not for the fact that he was unsure whether she was kidding or not. "Ah, so it's all pre-determined it seems..." he said scratching the back of his head, still, moments later he allowed himself to laugh. "I guess we're quite similar then, I'm the biggest liability in all of Clover after all!"

Another eyebrow raise. "Oh? How so?"

"I'm incredibly lazy! I hate working hard, and I sure as hell dislike putting my life at risk. I've worked most of my life doing dishes or cleaning because of my magic just to support myself! Just the other day, I lost my job because I wouldn't serve horse food to a...less than typical client. That's exactly why I want to join the Magic Knights, I want to live a comfortable life, have a good house, a wife that cooks for me, and a good reputation! That's all I ask for!" Dion said quite seriously.

Luci's amusement grew. "I see. Well, we'll find out if you can secure that comfortable life you desire soon enough."

"H-huh?! What does that mean?!" Dion asked, once again worried.

Lucielle poked him in the forehead. "Did you forget what all of this is for? You have the Exams after this. Do keep your wits about you."

Dion blushed slightly, moving a few steps back. "R-right! The exams. I'll be there for sure." Dion nodded repeatedly. "U-um...bye now, there's things to do, yeah, important things!" He exclaimed, and with that Dion moved away from Lucielle.

Luci snickered as he hurriedly left, giving a slight wave. "Adorable." Yep, she'd never tire of teasing him.

### Arcane Studies

Ferrah continued to walk through the gala. He was originally going to leave, but learning the magics of his competitors had peaked his interest. And he certainly didn't know that the captains were going to be there. Meandering about, he walked up to the nearest one to him. "Hey, you're a captain right? Aqua Deer?"

“Vice Captain, but yes, I represent Aqua Deer.” Loholt responded bluntly. Even with Ferrah’s appearance the Mage remained as he always was, calm and nearly expressionless it seemed. His arms were crossed over his chest as a few seconds of silence followed.

“I take it you’re interested?”

"You could say that," said Ferrah. He wanted to keep his actual reasons to himself, and wasn't convinced his skill as a liar was good enough to trick a Vice Captain of the Magic Knights just yet. "So where's the captain? Too busy a guy to attend a superfluous party like this?"

“The Captain, Madelynn is a she. And yes, I suppose she’s quite busy…making whatever next artifact she’ll think will stick. It’s a…bad habit of hers, but she’ll certainly be there during the exams.” Loholt responded.

“That so,” said Ferrah, “artifacts you say? What kind of artifacts?”

“Special types of brooms, serums, barriers, cloaks, blades. You name it, the Captain more than anyone can do all of these. In fact most of the weapons of Clover Kingdom’s highest ranking members were made by Madelynn.” Loholt answered.

“Interesting, interesting,” Ferrah began stroking his chin, “I guess those tools make a lot of people’s lives much easier.”

“Indeed.” Loholt answered. “Are you interested in research? Or perhaps adventuring?”

“Hmm,” Ferrah briefly thought to himself, “probably, I like to keep my options open. No point getting married to the idea of joining one squad when it’s not really up to me which one I join.”

Loholt briefly smiled before nodding. “I’m sure if you do your utmost best, the squad Captains will notice, and that’ll lead to many doors in the future.”

“But what if your best isn’t good enough?” said Ferrah.

Loholt leaned forward slightly, even underneath his mask, one could tell that he was trying to make direct eye contact with Ferrah. "It will be. I'll tell you that. Maybe you can't see it, but I can."

“Kukukuku!” Ferrah laughed. “You’ve got magic eyes or something?”

Loholt smiled. "I suppose you could say that."

"Kukukuku," Ferrah laughed again, "the name's Ferrah Pan by the way. Remember it for after the exams."

“I certainly will.” Loholt responded.

Walking past the students moving around the chamber to talk to the newly presented captains of the eight squadrons that showed up that day, Gron maneuvered through and found himself face to face with Loholt, the stand in representative for Aqua Deer. There was a considerable height difference between the red caped blonde and the small green hair boy, with Gron having to tilt his head all the way back just for Loholt to see his face. There didn't seem to be in any sort of discomfort in Gron's neck as he did so, a testament to how often he had to do it in order to speak with those around him. Well, that is if he didn't use his magic. Just to make sure that Loholt actually knew that he was there, Gron coughed gently into his hand to grab the Vice-Captain's attention.

"Mister Loholt? I'm Gron of House Xavier. I'd like a little more insight on what exactly Aqua Deer does within the kingdom's military." Gron asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Hm?” Loholt looked down, expression still unchanging. He didn’t seem to think less of Gron, not from a first glance. Perhaps it was the mentioning of his noble house.

“Us at Aqua Deer specialize in uncovering ancient history and artifacts related to it. The Dark Magic Tools rogue mages use, tools from the past, ancient languages and such. Those are the things we focus on more than anything. We use these to help Clover as best as we can. We have both researchers that stay in-base, like the Captain and people like me that go and do the field work.” Loholt responded.

"Weird. For a research team, I would have expected Aqua Deer to be stationed all in one place and get the other divisions to deliver you items. Can members switch between staying in-base and field work when they want?" Gron asked with an unchanged expression, much like Loholt.

“We like to be self-sufficient. It’s Madelynn’s number one priority. While other squads helps us out, we’re the ones that specifically search for any information and items.” Loholt responded. “And of course, I myself have little scientific prowess but we have members that do both.”

Gron nodded his head in an understanding fashion, still unchanged from his neutral expression. "At least I know I can get out and about if I want to," Gron murmured to himself under his breathe, not even breaking his attention away from Loholt.

"Does field work missions only relocate members to within the borders of the Clover Kingdom? Or do you sometimes send out mages to places like the Spade Kingdom if there is a magical artifact that needs to be taken away? With the history behind that place, surely there's got to be a handful of artifacts that could be useful for the squad" The green haired boy continued as he tilted his head to the side.

Though he didn’t show it, Loholt was certainly surprised by Gron’s questions. They were certainly more in-depth than any of the others. It easily showcased his interest, and that, to Loholt, was a good thing.

“Correct,” Loholt responded. “Though most of those are left to the higher-ranked Magic knights because of the risk involved, our goal is the research of the world, not just Clover, which means gathering data from places like Spade and even the Heart Kingdom.

"I'd imagine then witches would be important for Aqua Deer too, if you needed someone to look into a place like the Witches' Forest," Gron thought out loud as he rested a hand onto his chin, "I wonder if they got people from lands outside the four kingdoms to go beyond the four kingdoms."

Gron's curiosity flared like a bonfire, wanting to eat as much as it could before it died out. Quickly realising that his mind began to wander, Gron shook his head furiously and snapped himself back to reality, returning his attention back to Loholt who stood in front of him. Casually, Gron waved his hand and sat back as a cube formed out of nowhere behind him, catching him on his way down. Gron continued to look up with his hands now placed on his lap, returning to the conversation he had with the Vice-Captain.

"Forgive my curiosity but has field work ever caused conflict between the Aqua Deer and other squadrons?" Gron questioned further.

Loholt simply watched as Gron manifested a cube out of nowhere. Aside from his intriguing magic, Loholt saw something in Gron that no other candidate had shown. Curiosity. It almost reminded him of Madelynn, the way he asked questions, and even thought out loud.

"There has been, of course. Especially since the Captain's initially from the Witches' Forest, it leads to friction with some squads, as we have very different purposes. Collaborative missions are difficult, imagine trying to focus on exploring dungeons when your squad's purpose is simply to invade others. It's something all Captains have, a certain desire that manifests...I suppose you could call it." Dion mentioned. "Even then, we're in good terms with other squadrons, since we make most of the Magic Tools the people of Clover utilize."

"I suppose that's inevitable when there's different groups that need to worry about different things," Gron nodded his head. "I don't want to take up too much of your time, Mister Loholt, but I've just two more questions I've got to ask before I should move on to ask about the other squadrons." Gron pulled himself up and stood on the cube that he previously sat on, still barely matching the height of the Vice Captain but just tall enough to relieve the pressure it took for them both to look at one another from such stressed angles.

Gron shoved both his hands into his pants pocket, arms slightly pushing back his coat to reveal small vials that hung on the front of his bag attached to his waist, as well as some longer test tubes strapped to the pockets inside his actual coat. The vials seemed to contain a strange liquid inside the swirled around lively, even if the young man stood still as a board.

"What would you say is Aqua Deer's biggest achievement since you've been with them, and what would it take for me to prove myself in the exams for Aqua Deer to consider taking me on?" Gron asked. While his tone was unchanged from a neutral monotone, there was a distinct determination that could be heard within the words.

No vials, nor any details went unnoticed by Loholt, his eyes moved underneath the mask that covered them with precision, to him it had become second nature, to analyze everything about a person based solely on the simplest of motions. “Hmm…for your first question, Aqua Deer’s biggest achievement…” He took a moment to ponder, before the smallest of smiles formed on his lips.

“For me, it’s events like the Magic Knight Exams. I think as a squad, we’ve given a pivotal role to the newest generations. A lot of faith and freedom really. Sorry if that wasn’t the answer you were looking for…” Loholt briefly chuckled to himself. “Now, as for your second question…I believe that’s something you’ll have to figure out yourself. How can you join the squad with the brightest of minds if we tell you how to get there? All I can say is…” Loholt pointed to his temple with his index finger. “Use this right here, and I’m sure you’ll be fine.”

"Oh, an answer with only more questions to ask," Gron raised his eyebrow.

Gron turned his back and walked off, small cubes appearing underneath his feet as the cubes he stepped off disappeared into nothingness before both feet laid flat on the ground. The young man turned back around to face Loholt and bowed his head, his hands still inside his pockets but with a glimmer in his eye that shined as bright as the sun outside. Though the time they shared was brief, it looked as though Gron was more enlightened than he was when he first introduced himself, and so looked slightly more excited for the Magic Exams than when he left home.

"Just how I like it," Gron said, finishing his earlier remark. "Thank you for your time, Mister Loholt. I'll let you get back to the others who require your attention."

With that, Gron turned back and took his leave, having wondered off to another part of the chamber as his green hair disappeared among the mages that walked around him.

### Butting Horns

She felt a bit anxious over this meeting. Sora had certainly formed an impression of the man known as Zahir. He had quite brazenly proclaimed that no one essentially had the metaphorical balls to stand with his squad. Odd, seeing as she had heard so much about the Bull's relative inferiority to the other squads. This peaked her to know more about them, even if she felt quite confidently that she was likely not what they were looking for. Standing before the man, she couldn't help but feel a bit intimidated by his mere presence. He all but exuded power and authority. It was enough to make her feel meek. Bowing her head and offering a curtsy, she began to speak: "Sir Zahir. An honor. I am Sora Greer, a mage who uses snakes. Your proclamation to the gathering was quite... Unorthodox, but I can only assume that someone with your experience knows more than well what he is talking about." She said before getting up, looking at the imposing man. "Do you truly think that there isn't one here who deserves to join your squad?"

Glancing down at the youth who approached him, Zahir mentally gave her a point tally for being the first and possibly one person to ignore his warning and take up his challenge. "Despite what one have heard of the Black Bull, we are a squad filled up of mages whom know the true meaning of strength and are not afraid of the metaphorical Dark." Was Zahir's respond to Sora as his point violet eyes started down on the young girl. "From what I have seen of this years batch, none of you posses the quality I seek for my Squad let alone a Magic Knight of Clover." Harsh as his response may have been, Zahir was a man who knew exactly what the wanted and how to acquire it.

"So in response to your question, Yes I truly think that there isn't one here who deserves to join my squad."

Sora stood strong, not wanting to bend at his gaze for fear of appearing weak. She certainly felt so before him, but if it could be helped, she wasn't going to let that be so clearly seen. "Then what is it that you are looking for? What would it take to join your squad proper? Certainly then it isn't only power, as I am sure there are plenty here who would be ready to beat the ever living crap out of most of the ones gathered. So if not simply power is the driving factor to your process, what would be then? Courage? Determination? A willingness to just take a verbal and physical beating?"

"If I gave you the answer then your truly wouldn't be deserving of my attention." Was his immediate response. "Use your head and think of who the Black Bulls are and what we do for the Clover, once you understand that then you will find your answers." He finished with a bland look on his face as for the past two years the amount of members the Black Bull recruited could be counted on one hand.

Sora felt a bit confused about the situation. She would have imagined that a squad would feel excited to be able to take in more knights if they proved themselves. Yet this man already seemed quite dismissive of the prospect. She couldn't quite understand why. But she had no reason to simply sit about and be quiet, so she spoke up once more. "I can't claim that I have what it takes when I don't know anything. But I'll say that I will do my damndest to prove myself worthy in a way that you would approve of before the exams end. Hopefully I can impress in some capacity." She said with a salute. "I understand that you are meant to cause chaos and dismay amongst the enemy, to weaken them before the grand force moves in to destroy them. The more 'mundane' tasks I understand must be done. But the grand deeds certainly requires a special kind of person. I look forward to finding out who, if any, are worthy."

Humming silently Zahir gave Sora a discerned look of approval, while he still had to see her actual abelites and magic usage she had impressed him a bit with her personality. "What did you say your name was?" he questioned without changing the bland tone of his voice.

His look was indistinguishable all through the conversation. But if she had made even the slightest progress with him, it was better to not ask for his approval, lest he grow tired of her and redact any such thoughts he might have. At his question of her name, she straightened herself yet again in an attempt to show respect and that she took him seriously to the highest degree. She had respect for them all to begin with, but Zahir... He was of a different cut. She wanted to display every level of respect for the man without coming across as a bootlicker. "Sora. Sora Greer, a snake mage, sir. It has been an honor talking to you. I will take my leave if there will be nothing else. I shall leave you to yours." She said with a bow before making her way towards the next captain.

#### Questionable Horns

Onto the next Captain, Judas approached the bored looking Zahir.
”Why such the long face Captain?”

"And who the hell are you?" Questioned Zahir as he started down at Judas with a disgruntled look. "Another one of these Rookie hopefuls?" he further pushed while mentally dismissing him from his mind. SO far only Sora had impressed him with her brave and blunt personality, being the first one to approach him despite his earlier warning.

"So WHAT do you want."

"Well if I'm being completing honest, I would LOVE to know why you act as if there's a stick stuck up your ass." Judas replied, as a frown creeped onto his face. "If you can't supply me with that answer, I suppose an actual explanation of what the Black Bulls Squad actually does would suffice." He continued, as the words flooded out his mouth. "All of the other captains gave a reasonable explanation of what their goals are. They told us what they do and not just how they go about doing it."

"Tell me why I should be interested in the Black Bulls...Captain."

"You shouldn’t." Was Zahir’s response and he stared down at the teen ager with a look of complete uninterest. "You’re standing here pretty arrogantly assuming I would even want you in my squad, let along near me at all."

"We're one of the same then, as you would have to be pretty arrogant to assume I was anything more than curious. I would rather curse myself then join a squad under your inspiring presence." Judas replied, as he could no longer hide his disgust.

"Ok cool move along then." Zahir dismissed Judas as if he wasn’t even worth anything. "How everyone before you leave."

Suddenly the entire hall was filled with an oppressive feeling as Zahir released a small portion of his Magical power on the shoulders of Judas while staring down at him with a dark look in his eyes. "Be careful whom you speak to like that Trash, I care not for your a Rookie Mage candidate speak to me like that again and I’ll disembowel you myself." He warned the rookie as he began lowering the small portion of his magical power.

"Now begone from my face before I lose my patients and kill you where you stand."

"Holy shit there's another pimple! I'll need to another potion mask, tsk.." Judas mumbled to himself as he looked into the mirror he fetched into his pocket. He wouldn’t be able finish his self-examination as the magical pressure projected onto him had taken effect. He could feel the chill of death creeping down his spine, before the mirror slipped through his fingers, shattering into pieces. Judas was unable to respond correctly as the feeling crushed his inability to speak let alone breath, idly he realized he had messed up. As the pressure vanished Judas managed to pulls himself together albeit shakily and excused himself.

"I-if we are d-done h-here" He stated as he quickly left the Captain side not wanting to anger him anymore.

#### Small Horns

Dion approached very slowly, gaze refusing to meet Zahir's. He remembered his exact words, that none of them were fit to become Magic Knights, and while Dion partially agreed, curiosity drove him towards the man. To see what caused such resentment.

"Hey there, M-mister Zahir? Pretty day, huh?"

"We’re inside and it’s dark as fuck outside, I don’t want to be here, and you approach me asking about the day?" Zahir answered with a look that questioned Dion’s mental capacity.

"Look Kid let’s just skip all the small talk and get to your reasoning for wanting to bother me." He questioned while rubbing his forehead.

"Oh right, right, right...heheh...sorry, sir." Dion said somewhat frightened. "I was wondering why you think that none of us are promising enough to be magic knights?"

"Because I find none of you worth anything beyond common fodders, but that is just my opinion when dealing with my own potential recruits not Magic Knights in general." Zahir responded as he glancing around at the rest of the room with a bored look seemingly unimpressed with the gathered rookies baring a slight few.

"Why? You you feel you have the potential to prove me wrong?" Zahir questioned as he returned his attention back to Dion.

Dion sighed. "I've been hearing a lot about that potential thing..." He said, still looking down at the ground. "The lad-, I mean Feuer said everyone has their own potential...whatever that means. So, I guess what I'm trying to say s-sir...is I can't answer that question."

"Feuer is fucking stupid, don’t listen to anything that dumbass has to say." Zahir chided with a serious look on his face. "Listen of toe ever hung you heard before, your trash, everyone is trash, potential isn’t a real thing it’s just a stupid stick nobility made up to justify their bullshit." He continued while looking directly into Dion’s eyes.

"For get potential what you want is determination, guts and your willing to do dumb and dangerous shit." Zahir concluded as if he was preaching his own beliefs. "Don’t let them color your world with their shit, just keep doing what you want, it what I did and those idiots made me a Captain."

"I hate dumb and dangerous shit!" Dion responded briefly. "T-though...can I really become a Captain if I just do what I want? I...I hate working hard sir, in fact, I hate working in general. Can I still become a Magic Knight?"

"Tell you what Kid, you seem like a Pussy and one I usually wouldn’t care but you remind me of someone I used to know during my youth, so I won’t lie and say the way you are is fine but if you impress me during the Magic Exams, I’ll take you under my wing and unpussy you." Zahir promised showing some level of interest in Dion.

"So yes Kid even right now you can still become a Magic Knight, a very pussy one but a Magic Knight."

"Thank you sir!" Dion bowed, his expression completely serious. "I think I'm destined to stay a pussy, but I'm glad you think differently. That being said, what exactly do the Black Bulls...do..."

"We cause trouble, we are the Guerrilla force so we’re tasked with everything and anything from simple everyday tasks such as dog walking or helping civilians with tasks to mission of demolition, expiration, destruction and Sabotage. We specialize in creating disruption and chaos for out enemies." Zahir replied as for reciting a book.

“D-dog walking?! I can definitely do that!” Dion nodded, this was the second squad that possessed such menial tasks. “A-and how good is your reputation would you say?”

"Depends on who you ask, some would say we are average, other would say we are one do the best." Zahir replied as he thought about the right words to say. "I personally don’t care for reputation as it only brings expectations and annoyance."

“I disagree fully sir!” Dion noted. “Reputation is important, it makes things much more easier. Take…I don’t know, a merchant for example. Say I wanted to buy an octopus, if my reputation was bad, probably if I was a peasant, they’d give me…I don’t know, another shitty fish instead, if I had a good reputation, they’d give me the octopus for free. It makes life much more easier!” Dion said, it seemed that even with the dumbest of topics he became serious.

"And that is why I said you can be a Magic Knight." Zahir stated with a slight smirk on his face. "That was a test to see where your mentality was your analogy was weird as fuck but I like weird."

“Heheh, thank you sir! I think you’re quite interesting too. A little rude, but I could get used to it. My boss was meaner.” Dion smiled in response. “I guess I should be on my way…there’s one more Captain I have to talk to, and I have to prepare if I want to pass tomorrow…”

"I’ll be keeping an eye on you, you might just be a prospect for the Black Bull." Zahir praised and he turned towards the rest of the crowed looking for his Vice Captain.

#### Explosive Horns

Xiomar looked around wondering who would be the next captain to speak with. He noticed the captain of the Black Bulls, for some reason, he felt a bit of intimidation from looking at him but at the same time, he kept a brave face as he approached him. "So, you're the captain of the Black Bulls, it's an honor to meet you, I'm Xiomar Blaze," Xiomar politely introduced himself hoping he doesn't anger him.

Grunting in response as the previous rookie who’s name he had long since forgotten had angered him beyond reproach, only reason that rookie was still living was because of the bitching he’d receive from the nobles, he didn’t fear any retribution from them after all he was a Captain for a reason, his power and ability were noted and thus was forced into the position by that annoying king.

Turning towards Xiomar with a annoyed look Zahir had to bite his tongue to stop himself from lashing out childishly. "Look Kid, the last twerp that showed up pissed me off so why don’t we skip the pleasantries and get to why you think you’re good enough to be in my squad or any for that matter."

He didn’t want to be rude but he was beyond giving a fuck at this point and simply wanted to return to the base and relax away from all these annoying nobles. "Try to put it all in less than a hundred words."

"Does the idea of using my Explosion Magic to prove my strength and worth count," Xiomar asked. He wanted to make sure his question was short and to the point. Already he knew that this wasn't going to be easy.

#### Red-Hot Horns

Alev Rainier trod tentatively towards the captain of the Black Bulls. While he wished more than anything to join the Crimson Lions, due to both their role in the kingdom and the nature of his own magic, the young nobleman was prepared for the possibility of being turned down. How he wanted to use his magic, the ideas he had...they involved destruction; Overwhelming the enemy with pure power. He doubted he'd be much help on the Silver Eagles squad, for what use was a policeman who destroys the very buildings and land he's tasked to patrol? Alev's magic was much more suited on the battlefield - whether on the kingdom's borders or in enemy territory, he'd make a mess that'd melt any opposition...someday. Approaching Zahir, captain of the infamous Black Bulls, Alev took a deep breath to stow his nerves and introduced himself.

"Good evening, Captain Zahir. Thank you for being here tonight to speak with us aspiring mages." *Or deal with us,* Alev thought, remembering how just minutes ago the Magic Knight Captain scared off that incessant narcissist with nothing but a threat and magical pressure. The young noble gulped nervously and continued, "I understand you're probably tired of being here, but could you please answer my question?" He asked, mostly succeeding in holding together his composure.

### Unsung Heroes

"UNCLE S!!" Fen roared across the hall, sprinting and leaping through people with the grace of a dancer. Quickly and gently making his way to the front of the group before it could build and others could muster the courage to do so. "MAN, you were so sick up there! Your muscles are way too fuckin' huge!"

Others watched at the strange sense of casualness a commoner from the Forsaken Realm spoke with a Magic Knight Captain, a role more prestigious than even that of a Noble. Fen ignored it all and crossed his arms, a childish grin on his face. "By the way...I might've gotten some food using your tab, but I promise I'll pay you back!"

Samson was caught off guard as he watched Rebekah walk away. He'd hope to have at least a second to discuss their argument from back home...but...Oh well. A voice who he cherished greatly brought back his attention.

"Thank you Fen!" Samson said with a giant smile. His booming roar enough to catch the others off guard. As expected of such a squad comprised mostly of ruffians with a larger ruffian as leader. "And don't worry about it. Anything I can do to help you become even bigger than me. You know you're Rebekah's only friend right? I need you to be big and strong to protect her."

"She punches like a truck too..." Fen mumbled, remembering the sucker punch he had been assaulted with earlier in the event. While the bruising and pain had faded due to his Magic, getting punched by Rebekah was not something he enjoyed. Regardless, he was more focused by Samson's words. Although he may have meant them in a somewhat playful manner, Fen saw Samson's words as nothing but fact.

"Getting bigger than you is gonna be a fuckin' struggle, especially with this Magic of mine but..." Fen clenched his fists, determination flared. "I won't let you down."

"You won't. And you haven't yet." Samson reassured the boy. "Magic is just magic. What matters is how to use it. It'll come to you one day and then you'll become the strongest Magic Knight this kingdom has ever seen."

He smiled. "Anyway, I hope you're ready for the rookie exams. I heard this new batch of Magic Knights are quite tough."

Samson’s belief in him gave Fen a sense of confidence, and more importantly; hope. People often saw him as without the potential to achieve his dreams once they saw his Magic. But Samson had never been like that. Instead the warrior had extended a hand to Fen and taken him under his wing, giving Fen the ability to fuel and feed his own confidence.

“Yeah, one of the guys I talked too seemed pretty confident in himself…” Fen noted. Yet there was no worry on his face. “But that’s not gonna stop me. I gotta join you as a fellow Captain one of these days.”

"People tend to be cocky about things until they put their feet in the flames." Came a feminine voice from behind. After having caught the captain's attention, the woman bowed humbly. "Forgive me for interrupting you. I am Sora Greer, Snake Mage." She presented herself before gently stepping forward. "What you said previously caught my attention. While I am not sure yet if the Mantis is the place for me, I'd still like to know more. What kind of work is it that a Mantis does really? You made it sound rather... Grim up there."

"What kinda cryptic ass shit is that?" Fen retorted. "Guessing you're here alone?"

"You could say that." Sora replied a bit snarkily to Fen's comment. "I don't think I know you. Not that it matters too much at the moment, I am here to speak to the Captain."

"You will," Fen sighed. "Uncle S, I'm gonna go check on Beks real quick. I wanna make sure she doesn't do anything stupid..."

And with that Fen patted Samson on the shoulder in a friendly farewell, running off into the crowd to find his friend.

Samson watched Fen walk away with a smile. His deeply crimson eyes following into the darkness of his memory. That night when he snuck into their carriage and woke up Rebekah. Her tired eyes filled with confusion. A quiet night. Maybe he should've done it differently...Maybe he should've asked her if she even wanted to go. But its too late to second guess himself now. All he could do is trust that he made the right decision. Even if she doesn't see it yet.

He looked back at Sora and nodded. "To be honest...all of our work can get grim. But I rather tell you the worst so that if he managed to come here, all I can give you are the better days." Samson looked at the young mage, meeting her gaze with a guiding light. "Do you have anything that you love dearly?"

She looked down to the ground for but a moment, as if to gather her thoughts before looking back up at him. "I can only think of three things on the spot, though I don't know which of them, if any, you'd constitute as fit. I love my country and home. It has allowed me and my family a good life and living. Beyond that...? There is this... guy back home. I don't think he knows who I am. I'd be surprised if he does. But he was always kind to me when I was young. I like him. I don't think love fits into the picture there but I'd do anything to impress him. To let him know I exist." She said, a slight blush on her cheeks before coughing to correct her stance. "I also have a younger brother. We have had a rough patch for most of our lives, but I do care for him. He is a worry-wart over many things... I would want to keep him safe from any harm... Though at my age, it is likely I don't really understand the meaning of loving something dearly. I don't understand a whole lot of things. Maybe I don't even fit with you and yours. But I would like to think that I am passionate enough to go through any trial for what I believe in." She said. She spoke her words with conviction, but not confidence. She knew what she felt and what she believed. She just didn't know if that would be sufficient to the man.

Her words warmed Samson's eyes, which lowered as he looked at her like a loving father. "That's more than enough honestly." He chuckled a bit. "Though I can't help you with the boy situation as I'm not good with that kinda stuff myself...But I can tell you that no one ever understands love. It just happens. "

Samson took a second before continuing. "Even if you choose another squad, you're going to be a fantastic Magic Knight. Now the question is, for the Green Mantis, just how far are you willing to go to protect and hold onto those three things?" This question was different from before. Although he still spoke with genuine interest and a cherishing tone, there possessed a darker undertone. An insinuation that only the seasoned would resonate with.

She could almost feel the darkness to the question. She knew that there were hard things to follow with the squad, but she wasn't privy to how grim and dark things could turn out to be. She was yet just the child. "I'd be ready to risk my life for their protection. I... I also don't exactly have a clean slate of cruelty behind me, so I think I am at least somewhat built for doing the harsh things but... I still don't really know what the profession entails. And even if I did, I doubt I can surely say that I can do it or not before I am there in person. If you tell me torture is a daily routine, I could tell you that I am ready for it, but really, I can't know for sure until I am there."

"Excellent answer once again." Samson said. "Not in the sense it's perfect for the Green Mantis but in that it's honest. It's truthful. We are in charge of doing some really messed up things," His eyes trailed away. "However not everyone must partake. What's most important is to know yourself. Accepting a job which involves a massacre when you can't stomach killing would set us up for failure."

He said with a strange laugh. "Do you have any questions for me?"

"Just one." Sora spoke, hoping that there was some comfort to be found in the following question. Or in the lack of it; some wisdom. "You say that what you do is grim business. I can... Only imagine what that would entail. And while I can think of many theoretical horrors, I can't help but think that reality is far worse than my imagination... Tell me, if you may: How does one live with oneself after all is said and done?"

"Well," Samson started. This was a tough question indeed. There's plenty of ways one can *try* to live with themselves. They can pick up a hobby or try to take out the frustration through a physical activity. Others turn to drugs or other destructive habits. Which way to guide this little budding rose?

"You just have too." He finally answered. "You accept that what you do is for the betterment of your goal. Maybe find an outlet...But it's either that or kill yourself." Samson chuckled.

"It's rough. And that's why I only look for those who are strong enough."

### Shield of Red

And here she was. The captain she had come to fear the most. Her introduction had certianly put the fear of rejection in her and intimidated her to no end. Her magic made her appear to be an invincible mage to fight against. How could she ever match up to her? How could her magic ever stand on par with someone like her and the rest of the Crimson Lions? Well, it didn't matter. She'd never know if she didn't try. And she'd never leave an impression if she didn't interact with her. She was a captain of the knights, and she was due deserving of a proper greeting.

Standing before the woman Rosanne Vermillion, she did an extra low curtsy for obvious purposes. "Lady Vermillion. I am Sora Greer, Snake Mage." she presented herself before looking up at the woman before her. She was a beauty to behold, but she also had ar presense as if she was standing before an actual and true lion. "It is an honor to be here. Stories of the Lions' strength and courage have been told to me for as long as I can remember. If you'd indulge me, I would like to know a bit more about the people behind the stories and legends." She spoke, trying to be as respectful and inquisitive as it all allowed. "What is it that makes one into a true Crimson Lion?"

“Ohhhh, hi!” Rosanne waved at the girl that approached her. While the air around Rose made her seem as if she were someone that thought of everyone below them, when in Rose didn’t care enough about social standing and class for her to be like that. All that mattered to her was the strength of someone, because that was what made them worthy of being considered a Magic Knight. Rose extended her arm out, palm facing the sky. “What makes a Crimson Lion?”

Pure mana collected in a sphere floating above her hand. It was constantly jittering around, not due to a lack of control on Rosanne’s part, but because of how rapidly the mana itself was moving about. It was magical pressure the seldom reached, truly befitting of a Magic Knight Captain. She clenched the hand into a fist, dispersing the ball of mana in an instant. To be able to conjure pure mana itself was a skill only the strongest could boast.

“Power makes a Crimson Lion.” Rose smiled despite the weight of her words. “We protect the country from armies. We’re always preparing, always growing stronger. We get power, and we protect Clover. That’s the easiest way to put it!”

"Hm... And what would the Lions judge or identify as 'power'? I have heard of many ways to perceive it. Intelligence of magical use, creativity in combat, the ability to keep others safe and more. But, and forgive me if I am rude, but have perceived the lions as a bit more... Straight to the point, if I may be so bold." Sora inquried. She meant no offense with her questions, but she knew that she had to dig a bit if she was to have a good enough grasp on the prospects of this Squad. Almost more so than the others, considering how much of a distance she felt in comparison to them.

“All of that.” Rose quickly replied. Her demeanour shifted, turning serious and ineffable once more. “And battle prowess. We’re almost constantly being attacked, constantly having to investigate Dungeons to make sure the country stays safe. We are this country’s first and last lines of defence. In a situation where you must either defend yourself or a civilian, the civilian will always come first. We fight to serve the country, not for glory.”

"I understand. It wouldn't do to leave the ones in our charge to the wind." She stated simply. "Any strength is accepted that can prove itself useful in battle then? You mentioned that the dungeons too are a danger to the land. In what capacity. I am likely ignorant due to my upbringing, but in what way and capacity are they a threat to us? And if they are a threat, why aren't they stomped out?" She asked out of curiosity. She was of a mind to tell Rose that she did not believe herself strong enough to be a Crimson Lion, but thought that it might disrespect the woman as it might be considerable to being told 'I am currently purposefully wasting your time'. But she decided to see if maybe there was hope for her. Maybe she could have a place here. If she only knew more.

“Mhm. Any strength that I think is good.” Rose nodded, somewhat agreeing with what Sora had said. After all as the Captain of the Squad it was up to Rose to design patrol routes, to design groups within the Squad for missions. “And I’m a VERY good judge of character. You know the Green Mantis Captain, Samson? I knew he’d become a great warrior when we were kids! So I usually know what I’m talking about.”

She cuffed her hands in her lap, switching her crossed legs. “Now...Dungeons can be dangerous depending on where they’re for, ya know. Recently they’ve been showing up out of nowhere, and are of higher ranks than normal. In those Dungeons, Magic Beasts can be found. And those creatures can be Dangerous! We can’t really ever get rid of all of them, since they’re always being made. But we can destroy the ones we find.”

"Well, you called it. With bounds, seeing him being a captain, you certainly must be. And I see. It speaks to my ignorance then. I thought Dungeons were set locations that always existed in place. If they appear about anywhere, I can definitely see why a permanent stop to them would prove very problematic, if not outright impossible..." Sora said, clutching her hands behind her back, standing a more firm attentive stance. She was about to speak up again when she suddenly felt a great shiver down her spine. As if death had just approached to claim her from her mortal coil. Turning her head around to try and find the source, she found a very angry looking Zahir looking at someone she could not recognize. "S-Seem that h-he's made a statement... I feel that and I can't help but wonder how one ever catches up to any of you..." She spoke, stuttering slightly in the beginning before attempting to stand tall yet again. She forced on a smile that lacked confidence, but brimming with ambition. "But even if I can't catch up, it won't be for a lack of trying."

Slow steps clacked up towards the Captain of Red as Frozen approached the Crimson Lion. They had heard her mention something interesting to the person she was previously talking with, and figured that they might as well approach the captain as well. Walking up to a respectful distance, Frozen gave the captain a bow. They paused for a few seconds before speaking, "Greetings Captain Vermillion, I am Frozen, Frozen Shogun. I was wondering if you'd spare some time to answer a couple of questions of mine about the dungeons of the land. I am afraid I dropped some eaves over your conversation with the previous aspirant about the subject, my apologies."

Rose knew about dungeons. Because of the nature of the Crimson Lions and their duties, they were typically the “first responders” to any Dungeon outbreak that would take place. Most of her favourite adventures had been in Dungeons, so when this Frozen Shogun individual had willingly given her the opportunity to talk about those places…how could she turn them away?

“Hello!” she gave a two-finger salute. “Ask about those Dungeons all you want, youngin!”

Frozen nodded with appreciation at the captain's gesture before asking politely, "Do you and the rest of the Lions commonly explore them?" Frozen paused for a second before continuing, "I am frankly not sure which squads would handle them regularly. It is among the things I had hoped to find out prior to the examinations."

"Typically we get to get first dibs on them," Rose replied. A slight smile curled onto her face as the topic was brought up. Excitement sparkled in her eyes. "We're Domestic Defense, so our patrols tend to result in us discovering Dungeons. We'll send some folk in for a quick scouting, determine how difficult the dungeon is. But we're supposed to bring in members from other squads before making a formal dungeon delve."

"I suppose that makes sense. The one I wandered into I quickly came to the conclusion that trying to overcome it by oneself was not a good decision. Glad to hear that I was not far off of the mark," the blue giant stated with notes of understanding in their voice. "I guess if you do not mind, have any of the dungeons you have run into stand out?"

Rose paused for a moment. "Kasososo! That's not something you need to worry about! A place like that shouldn't be talked about during a party like this don't you think, youngin?"

"While I do not think I am significantly younger, I did not realize that talking about dungeons was against party ettiquette, my apologies Captain Vermillion!" Frozen replied with a sharp bow. "In my defense, I have not been to a festival in quite some time."

Rose waved her hand, not as a greeting but to usher Frozen out of his bow. "No, no! You're not that young, I know. I just call people that that I got from the previous Captain. And it's not that Dungeon talk is against party rules. It's just..."

"A Dungeon that stands out to me is not something I think I should talk about right now." Rose said. "It's too...grim for an event like this. But if you end up doing well on those exams and joining my Squad, I'll be teaching all the new recruits about patrols and Dungeons!"

Frozen stopped their bow, their expression still hidden behind their mask. "Right, that makes sense. Well, I shall make sure to endeavour to make sure I do well enough then. I thank you for your time." The continued before bowing again. "I should probably let other people who I am certain wish to talk to you do so. Have a good day, Captain Vermillion." Leaving the bow respectively, the frosty giant retreated into the crowd once more.

"Hey Zeppy let's go talk to that Crimson Lion Cap'n." Gray suggested as he pointed towards Rosanne with narrowed eyes. "Maybe she knows who Granny Red is."

Zephyr stood in awe at the Captains. While most of the guests were impressed at their magic power and showings, Zephyr went deeper. Their life force was unlike any other present, even that Vice Captain stood out greatly. They were truly astounding, so those were the ones that were comparable and above Mal. Zephyr snapped out of his daydream as Gray spoke, the presence of a small Anti-Bird fluttering in the ceiling briefly caught his attention, before returning his gaze to the Captains.

“Sure.” He said, glaring at this Rosanne, the Crimson Lion Captain. Why did she look at him earlier?

“The Green Mantis and Black Bull Captains also caught my eye.” He stated. “So I’m going to them afterwards. How about you, any other?”

"Since the Golden Dawn Cap'n ain't show up I guess i'll tag along with ya" Gray replied as he look towards all the captain in though. "although we should prolly check with em all just to open up options even if we aint gonna commit." He suggested as he began making his way towards Rosanne.

“Yeah! Good point. Like that old lady Red said...” As he ended that sentence, he walked behind Gray, peeping at the Crimson Lion captain, yet hoping she didn’t notice him staring.

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As the duo walked to meet Rosanne, far away, several blocks from the gala, on the roof of a building sat the man with long blue hair and the ragged cloak. He smirked to himself as the Anti-Bird flew away from the venue through one of the balconies. It soared through the night sky before reaching the man. While Anti-Birds were a common sight in the Kingdom, this one in particular bore a certain difference. Under its plumage, unnoticeable by the naked eye, were several stitched wounds, only noticeable if someone peeked closely through the creature’s feathers.

Malakath chuckled as the Anti-Bird landed on top of his shoulder, the Magic Knight turning his attention back at the event’s building in the distance.

“Red...” He smirked. “So the boy caught *her* attention. That was unexpected. Glad to see you quickly made a friend, Zeph.” He spoke to the nightly winds.

“The Crimson Lion Captain...Among them, her Magic is probably the most troublesome to deal with.”
--

Back at the gala, Zephyr whispered again in Gray’s ear. “Getting closer...doesn’t she look kinda hot?”

"Ya just noticing now?" Gray whispered back with a sweat drop. "I'm the magic nut in our duo and even I notice right away.......but we should probably keep it down just to be safe."

Zephyr gulped and nodded nervously. As they got closer and closer, he began to feel both the pressure of their magic power and their life force, even in their “rested” states.

“Holy shit. I’m starting to sweat. Yo do you have some water? My mouth’s getting dry, my neck is itchy and I can’t stop shaking my fingers.”

"Water ain't gonna help Man, this is just the raw magical pressure that their pushing out subconsciously." Gray stated feeling himself sweating a bit as well. "W-We should prolly try to overcome it if we wanna be around em." he suggested stuttering a bit but mentally steeling his nerves and taking a few more steps forward.

“Yeah! You’re right.” Zephyr asserted, wiping the sweat from his forehead. “I guess I became slightly overwhelmed by their status. Let’s hurry and meet this lady...I got something important to ask her...”

The duo had stepped up to Rosanne, the woman occasionally making food "appear" in her hands before consuming it as quickly as it had been conjured. She gave them a two-finger salute once they were close enough, before letting a smile appear on her face.

"Hey there youngins," Rose said. "What can I do you for?"

Zephyr finally built up the courage, it could be his funeral, she was a Captain after all. But he HAD to know. He tightened his fists nervously.

“R-Red. What...What did you do to her?! Where is the nice old lady? Why are you wearing her clothes, smell like her, feel like her, and EVEN LOOK LIKE HER!!” He paused, bowing his head slightly. “M-Miss Vermillion...san?”

"Oh, Red's just a name I use." Rosanne waved her hand dismissively. "I can use Transformation Magic. So I was disguised as Red and walked around the gala meeting the applicants up close."

She put a finger to her lip, tapping it a few times as she seemingly reached for a thought. "I was judging people for who they were instead of waiting to see their skills at the exam, you could say."

The young knight prospect felt tricked. She revealed herself so casually, now he had a bit of doubt about her intentions and words from earlier. But beyond all that, he was completely impressed, Captains and Vice Captains were truly on a league of their own. He was confused, he wasn’t sure how to process all of that, but the fact remained that he and Gray had a long and deep conversation earlier with one of the most powerful individuals in the Kingdom. Part of him did feel quite excited because of it.

“Wow...I don’t know what to say, miss. You really got us good! Hahaha! Your magic is pretty cool too. Well...” He looked at Gray. “I don’t know what else to ask...I’m still trynna process it all, hehe...”

Rose raised her fingers to her lips, making a shushing noise. "Just don't go around telling everybody else, cause we weren't supposed to do that..."

"Don’t worry Ma’am, we won’t tell a soul." Gray promised with a salute. "It would be very bad for everyone if they knew such feats were possible."

"Good!" Rose's smile was radiant, as if she was shining down upon the two ahead of her. "So youngins...any questions? About anything really, I *love* talking."

"I got the basis on what your squad entails and the requirements that your seeking but exactly what are you looking for in a possible recruit." Gray questioned using this opportunity to not to easily get into a squad but to understand her way of thinking far better.

"From what I gather from watching the introductions both you and Captain Zahir, don’t seemed pleased with the gathered rookies." He concluded with a thoughtful look.

Rose paused for a moment, before extending her arm out towards them with her palm facing the sky. She had used this example before, but for these two she'd go a bit more into depth. Pure mana coalesced by her palm, rising up in a rapidly vibrating sphere. The nature of Rose's mana was always that of a constant increase in speed.

But in only a moment, the sphere of mana changed shape. The duo were now faced with what looked like raging flames, though it was still distinctly mana. Mana then shaped into the head of a lion, before Rosanne snuffed out the mana entirely.

"I need power in my Squad, youngins." Rose said, her eyes no longer carrying their normal playfulness she was so known for. "Control, volatility, determination, and skill. All of those have to be high for a Rookie for me to want to extend a hand to them. The Lions protect the entire country from invading forces."

Her hand moved back to a resting position. "And if you're not strong, you can't defend the country. It's simple, really."

"The indomitable will of the Crimson Lion, the strength to make everyone submit to your and the power to trample over all." Gray muttered as he heard the words of Rose, his youthful mind opening up to the reality of the situation.

Turning towards Zephyr, Gray gave him a questioned look wondering how he would process and respond to this new bout of information they were giving. "I take it that you expect possible candidates to stand on top of all the other rookies in the up coming exams?" He stated more so than questioning her.

"I want that to be the case..." Rose began to steadily pat her finger against the side of her lips, radiance and playfulness returning to her eyes. "I don't know if the youngins will do super well during this years' exams, but I can't tell the future."

Zephyr had lowered his gaze and taken in what Rose had stated. “It doesn’t matter much to me...” He said ominously.

Raising his head, he gave Rosanne a determined glare coupled with a brief smirk. “Whether its in the Crimson Lions or any other squad, I’ll do my best to protect the Kingdom, it’s people.” He placed his palm on his chest.

“I wasn’t raised here, I’m not attached to the things others have, but I know this is all important to *him*. And during my travels with Mal, I’ve learned how amazing this place can be, even if the nobles can be annoying to deal with.” He paused, gave Gray a nod, and turned to the Captain once again.

“I’m not doing this for myself, but for the sake of a place that can and will become my home...” Suddenly, he blushed and began scratching his head nervously.

“Haha, sorry! I kinda went off. What I meant to say is, uh... I’ll show everyone my resolve with my actions, more than words. Yep.”

Rose's expression gleamed at Zephyr's words. "Good! People need to be more bite than bark, I don't like people that can't back up their boasting. My grandpa says that we're defined by our actions."

"So that was a good answer, youngin!" she patted Zephyr on the shoulder, before bringing the arm back to her side.

The young prospect’s eyes widened and shone, turning to Gray with an expression as if telling him “She touched me!” just with his look. He coughed and recomposed himself.

“T-Thanks! S-Since you like to talk like you said...” He wondered. “Do you have any squad you particularly dislike? Or a Captain...I’m just curious seeing as you’re like, uh, analytical and mysterious...”

Rose shrugged. It wasn't something that Rose had really thought about before on her own time, but she had an answer as soon as it had been asked. "I don't not like any of them. They're all strong people, so that means they're okay to me. If one of them wasn't strong, that'd be different..."

"Ya know youngin," she smirked. "If you're as strong as your words, you might do well at the exams tomorrow."

Bella looked around as she felt her heart racing from the number of people who were participating. She nervously looked around wondering which captain she wanted to speak with first. Each one was unique but needed to see which one captured her attention. Then, Bella noticed what appeared to be Rosanne Vermillion, her eyes sparkled from seeing her as she shyly approached her while trying to keep calm.

"H-hello," Bella spoke out to the red-haired captain, "I recalled you are the captain of the Crimson Lions. I-it's an honor to meet you."

Rosanne waved at the sight of another applicant. She had only a few approach her this event, which was a shame to her since she enjoyed talking to the aspiring Magic Knights. The hope in their eyes reminded her of a simpler time, before duty had been thrust upon her. Rose leaned in closer to get a better look at Bella, the Captain smiling. “I like your hair!” she gave Bella a thumbs-up. “The red is a *very* good colour.”

“Oh, what’s your name?”

Bella's eyes widen from how enthusiastic Rosanne was. She didn't expect to be complimented by a captain for her hair. She started to blush as she looked to her trying to find the words she wanted to say. Finally, Bella managed to calm herself down as she took a deep breath before introducing herself.

"M-my name is Bella Ravenwine," Bella stuttered a bit.

"Hi Bella!" Rose replied. "You don't have to be so nervous, youngin. We're both just people. Do you have any questions?"

"S-sorry, it's just who I am," Bella apologized as she politely bowed, "I want to know...I have Blood Magic and I'm curious to know how it would be beneficial for the Crimson Lions regarding defense was it?"

"Domestic Defense, meaning we protect the entire Kingdom!" Rose said cheerfully, despite the immense responsibility such a task would obviously help. "And yup, Blood Magic can be very useful. My big brother uses it, and he's also in the Squad. If you end up doing well in the tests and joining us, I'm sure he'd have no problem teaching you some tricks!"

"Oh wow, you have a brother who's a Blood Magic user too," Bella asked with sparkling eyes. Her heart started to race. Finally, another Blood Magic user she could train with. This was her chance!

Rose nodded. "Mhm, Scotch Vermillion. He's a Senior Magic Knight, so he's got lots of experience."

Bella couldn't stop smiling. As she continued to smile she felt herself feeling a bit more confident in herself with the exam coming up. She looked to Rosanne with a confident smile on her face, "Thank you for making me feel more confident in myself, now I'm even more excited for the entrance exam!"

"Good!" Rose leaned back into her chair. "Be strong, and become a good Magic Knight."

"I will, thank you once again, I hope to maybe be part of your squad!" Bella smiled as she waved at Roseanne before taking her leave.

There was one more Captain Dion had to approach, one of the most popular ones, who had received more than a fair share of questions. Still, it was a squad that Dion felt drawn to for one single reason; he was sure they performed the least amount of work in all of Clover.

“Hello there, Miss Vermillion. I was wondering if you could tell me how often do people invade Clover?” Dion didn’t even wait for a proper introduction, he wanted to know, he needed to know. If this was the squad for him.

Another individual had walked up to her. Pink hair, decent jacket. He’d been one of the boys hanging around Samson’s little friend. Rose gave Dion a two-fingered salute in greeting, switching her legs into another crossed position. Hands interlaced with one another sitting on her lap.

“Hey there, youngin!” Rose smiled brightly at Dion. “Hm…not a lot of people try to invade Clover these days. But that’s because it’s way too risky these days. But we’re always doing patrol routes around and throughout the entire Kingdom just in case!”

“What do these patrol routes consist of usually?” Dion continued, that first answer was a good sign for him, as shown by a very visible nod that followed afterwards.

"We send groups of Crimson Lion members through these routes to search for any signs of potential disarray." Rose replied. "Basically walk around and make sure nothing suspicious happens in the simplest terms."

“That sounds…very easy.” Dion replied almost automatically, lips curving into a smile. “What do you think a member of Crimson Lion needs to have?”

"Easy?"

Rose's smile wavered, eyes glaring into Dion's eyes. If there was one thing she disliked most, it was people that didn't give what they did their absolute best. What was the point of improving if you didn't constantly work yourself at that level? But maybe he was still naive, a slip of the tongue.

She grit her teeth. "What do we need? Power. The need to protect those around you."

"Ah fuck...p-power? Like being strong?" Dion scratched the back of his head, eyes gazing at the floor worriedly. He refused to meet her gaze. "Protect those that can't protect themselves, basically? Is that what Crimson Lion's about?"

Rose nodded. "We're in charge of defending the Kingdom. That means its lands and its people. From fighting off armies that invade to looking into threats that put the country at risk. That's our duty."

"Would you say the squad's reputation is...err...good?" Dion continued.

"We've ranked second amongst the Squads multiple years in a row." Rose crossed her arms. "Our reputation is good, but it's cause we do our duties diligently."

"I see...choosing members because of their strength...I'm starting to see a pattern amongst most of the squads." Dion thought out loud.

Rose scowled. "What's wrong about needing power in a Squad?" she glared at Dion, as if staring right through him.

"We're Magic Knights. We serve the country. We all have different duties, but each duty requires power so that we're not undermined by the other nations. I want you to understand that no Squad is "easy", as you hoped." Rose continued, exaggerating the use of easy. "It never has been and it won't be."

"R-right...but it all seems pre-determined doesn't it?" Dion responded, clenching his fists shut. "Lineage gives you power, as well as opportunity. I've seen most of you talk about potential, but my potential is nowhere near the lines of having power."

"I think that's stupid. What do you mean nowhere near the lines of having power?" Rose's gaze softened slightly. "Look at Maddie for example! She's the Captain of Aqua Deer, and her magic power isn't that high. She knows how to use her talents properly, and that makes her strong."

Rose let her hands rest on her lap once again. "Power and strength comes from how you use what you have."

"..." Dion remained silent trying to find the right words, but after a few moments, he simply spoke his heart up. "That's only if you have talents! I-I don't know much about this Maddie person, but I'm sure she's had something going on for her, not everyone can become a Captain after all. I'm not meant to be a powerful person. I'm meant to be someone that protects Clover, perhaps aids it, in the simplest and less risky of ways." Dion nodded to himself.

Rose blinked. "So you wanna be a Magic Knight without having to risk a lot?"

"Y-yes?" Dion responded.

"Right, right..." Rose nodded to herself. "I've got a way to do that. Do you wanna know?"

Dion could only nod, as he gulped to himself.

Rose smiled. "Don't show up to the exams tomorrow."

"H-huh?" Dion repeated. "Why?"

"Oh. Because no squad needs someone that won't risk anything for the sake of helping Clover." Rose's smile hadn't left her face, but it was clear that she wasn't feeling joy. "Every squad will make you risk something. And since you don't wanna do that, I don't know why you'd even show to the exams."

"Because if I pass, my biggest issues would be resolved. I'd be able to lead a simple life." Dion said, though he instantly regretted those very words.

"Ah." Rose's eye twitched. "My point still stands. At this rate, I don't think you deserve to be a Magic Knight..."

"W-why's that?!" Dion said, flinching at the mere twitch of Rose's eye.

"We don't want cowards serving the country." she said. "You want to be one just because you want a simple lift, you don't wanna risk anything for the country. Why don't *you* tell me why you deserve to be a Magic Knight?"

"I....I...." That last question hit hard. Truthfully, he could produce no answer. No matter how long he stood there, his mind simply drew a blank. She was right. Dion looked around the room. Fen was courageous, and he was sure his financial situation was worse than Dion's, while Bishop showed confidence and even kindness to helping someone like him. As far as he knew, everyone he knew had better reasons for joining. "I....E-excuse me..." Dion nodded as a way to say goodbye, before he ran out of the gala. He didn't deserve to be a Magic Knight.