Tolistine inked a temporary peace pact with the Republic of Albion post-Anrietta's coronation. As Albion hustled a new leader, Tolistine prepped for war. Both knew truce fleeting—clash loomed.
Tarubu Village battle spotlighted Griffin and Unicorn squads' punch, proving mages prime shock troops. War-ready, Anrietta mandated Magic Academy semi-militarization; students draftable if needed.
Musketeer captain Aniyas and Griffin captain Sora dispatched as instructors—tactics and spell-work respectively. Louise tagged with Sora academy-bound.
First Albion clash barely cooled when academy reopened; students trickled back. Over a week into Anrietta's regime.
Sora and Aniyas arrived; Osman gate-greeted with teachers.
Sora, Aniyas dismounted, met him.
"You two—together next days," Osman smiled.
"Principal Osman—assemble all students. Post-intro, afternoon training kicks," Aniyas said.
"Rush? Few days buffer—students observe first," Osman pushed back.
"No—war timing unknown. Extra train day? Extra battlefield survival," Aniyas blunt, no deference.
Osman eyed Sora. "Sora—thoughts?"
Aniyas glanced too.
"Fine either way. First three days voluntary: mornings normal class, afternoons I alternate Aniyas. Deal? Academy President Osman, Captain Aniyas."
"Compromise works."
"Captain Sora's call—gather students, intros first."
"Right—follow." Osman led in.
Twenty Musketeers, five Griffins trailed, academy-gate posted.
Square reached: Osman wand-waved light. "Osman here—all faculty, students to North Square." Voice aired academy-wide.
Third-years, dozens teachers square-gathered.
Students grade-clumped three piles; teachers one.
Curious, surprised eyes on Osman-rear Sora, Aniyas.
Osman briefed queen's orders, duo's IDs, missions. Faculty, students—cooperate.
Lower years buzzed: "Militarization?" "Training? No." "Louise's familiar—now earl?"
Long time, Sora. Fiery gaze from Kirche.
Tabasa book-down-gazed, world-noise deaf.
Osman done, eyed duo go-ahead.
Sora stepped: "Griffins train Southwest Square—interested? Join."
Aniyas boomed: "Musketeers Southeast. Learn craving? Sign up."
Duo split; squads to squares, daily drills launched.
Osman dispersed crowd, housed teams.
Students curiosity-scattered, square-edged spectated Griffin-Musketeer work.
War-vets Griffins drew crowds.
Kirche dragged Tabasa Southwest-watch; Sora neared, waved.
Sora smiled. Louise waist-pinched jealous.
Five Griffins Sora-led daily: circle-runs stamina-first.
Short break: six total—Sora included—dual-magic drilled. One offense-destructs, foe defense; swap. Ten sets mana-drained; magic offense-defense halted.
Break done: griffin time. Six tall beasts fielded—student gasps. Sora soothed, mounted sequential, air-liftoff maneuvers.
Cheers erupted; thrill-moves wowed.
Break Sora: students approached, training keen.
Kirche, Tabasa listed—Tabasa Kirche-dragged.
"Late today—tomorrow one PM here. One-on-one magic offense-defense."
Dismissal: 17 students tomorrow-committed.
Musketeers sword-musket drilled—mage-students chilled; afternoon four joiners. Aniyas fumed.
Dinner: Sora, Louise second-year tabled, Kirche-Tabasa sided.
"Long co-sit? Sora," Kirche.
"Yeah. Short time—much changed," Sora.
"Really? Engaged you, Louise?" Kirche leaned, finger-circled Sora chest asking.
"Hey—no tempting Sora, Kirche," Louise glared.
"No? Sora silent, right?" Kirche Sora-glanced, body-pressed—firm peaks squished, Sora-Louise thrilled different. Louise figure... ahhh.
Sora eyes-slitted, hummed pleased.
Kirche Louise smug-eyed.
"Damn big tits—I, I'll grow too." Louise knife-forked bread Kirche-vent, gulped milk.
"Louise? Still zero," Kirche teased.
"Damn—not Zero! Magic-killed spaceship." Louise spilled tale.
Kirche doubted: "Sora credited you. Zero Louise magic? Nah."
"Truth, Sora—my merit?"
"Kirche—Louise's spell real. Solo-me? No."
"You heard—hmph, not like fireball-target girl." Louise smug.
"Louise—proud luck-ship-kill? Tabasa did..."
Tabasa wand-flick: wind-muzzle Kirche, silenced mid.
"Tabasa—what?" Louise asked.
Sora eyed petite Tabasa, Louise—puzzled.
"Ah—nothing." Kirche diverted. "Sora—fire magic? Night my room—I'll teach, guide, you... oh." Kirche seduced.
"Hmph—Sora unswayed. Right?" Louise.
"Sure—door unlocked," Sora grinned.
"Sora!!" Louise waist-pinched hard.
Sora face-twisted pained. Jealous women scary.
Sora Louise-ear whispered: "Easy—feed you first."
"Wh—who said." Louise blushed head-down.
"Hehe." Sora grinned, ate on.