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Debris from the hole in the central tower were still precariously falling down, so the students made sure to stay clear of the tower. But the teachers were levitating themselves over to the hole and analyzing what had happened. One of the stones on the wall of Yves's room that had been tottering in place precariously finally fell out of place a few seconds after she sat down. The rooms around her were both empty, or their occupants were dead. Yves glared at the rock that fell. It might as well had been part of the golem.
But her reaction to the rock was interrupted by the peasant. She turned to look at him as he started to speak, observing that he was still clutching his foot. She was sure that she hadn't frozen him at all, but as sure as she was, he seemed to be fairly concerned about his foot. After hearing his question, she raised an eyebrow with a peeved expression. "I know, I know...I messed up again." She groaned and rolled her eyes as she turned back to observe the students in the courtyard again. "Of course I didn't miss on purpose, you dolt. That just...happens." She deflated as she said this, and reluctantly continued, "Sometimes my spells just fail and explode...that's why people call me mess." His response comment was more annoying than amusing. As if I needed a reminder...
But soon after thinking that, she saw teachers starting to lead a few students into the tower. Quickly thereafter, she turned around and walked around the bed to her familiar. Should I bring him along? She thought for a moment, but determined that allowing him to go running off after Foquet would be worse than forcing him to attend a meeting. So, with that thought, she commanded him to "Get up. There's bound to be a meeting after something like that. I'm obligated to go, so you're going with me." She then glanced over at what was left of the wall with hesitance and unease, and opened the door. Once her familiar was at her side, she left and walked over to the central tower with him.
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The room that she walked into was the headmaster's workroom, which was full of 20 students and teachers, most of whom were on the verge of freaking out. Yves was thoroughly unamused by the situation and wore the most impatient and annoyed expression she could possibly pull off naturally as she found a place for herself and her familiar. Among the 20 people were 7 teachers, 2 messengers, and 11 students. Yves tried to find a spot that was at least somewhat away from Zerbst, but based on how the people positioned themselves, she was forced to stand in the same row as her. The headmaster, a teacher, and two messengers stood closest to the headmaster's desk on one side of the room, and Yves was opposite of them. The people stood in a rectangular formation, and Yves gestured for her familiar to stand away from the rectangle, over by the wall, so as to not intrude in the meeting.
The Headmaster started the meeting by seeking advice from the teachers about what to do about the stolen property. A few suggested sending the messengers to the royal palace of Tristain, but others argued that it'd be too slow because, in the time that the request would be processed by the bureaucracy, Foquet would get away. The headmaster decided that, "for the moment, it'd be best to send a group after Foquet, to surprise her, and to take the item that she stole - the Staff of Destruction - back to the university. If it were to fall into the wrong hands, it would spell disaster. Now then, who is prepared for the challenge?"
There was a pause. No one volunteered. Yves had to fight the urge to grin. Of course no one would volunteer for that. You'd have to be... A thought shot to her head and she fought the urge to look back. She gritted her teeth. Damnit, I shouldn't have brought him. What was I thinking? Kirche noticed Yves's sudden change in expression and peered over at her. Seeing her jaw locked, Kirche wondered why and, after a moment, remembered her familiar. She grinned and waited for the right moment. Yves saw the Zerbst lady grin and gritted her teeth harder. Damnit...damnit...damnit...
The headmaster, seeing that no one responded, continued, "So none of you wish to gain fame and honor by defeating Foquet?" Yves could hear her familiar's foot tapping repeatedly behind her. She tried to will him to stay still mentally, but it didn't work. He started stepping towards the group. His words immediately made blood come to her face. The headmaster grinned, seemingly unsurprised that the peasant volunteered. "Ah, it is Yves's familiar. I heard that you have already proven your prowess against golems in a duel against Guiche. That will surely come in handy against Foquet...but I am surprised that a peasant has more courage than the rest of you lot. Anyone else?" A grumble from one of the other students came shortly thereafter, "more stupidity sounds more accurate..." There were a few other comments like this before the headmaster cleared his throat quite loudly. "Anyone else?"
"I, Kirche Augusta Frederica von Anhalt-Zerbst, volunteer to return the Staff of Destruction to our University." Kirche said these words with her wand raised, and smiled proudly. Once the headmaster acknowledged her, "very well, miss Zerbst. Your military background and high-quality flame magic will surely come in handy." Yves then also raised her wand. "It goes without saying that I'll be accompanying my familiar." She said this confidently, but with reservation. Her expression stole all the annoyance away from her voice, and the grumbling in the room seemed to stop as she did. The headmaster simply nodded once she volunteered - while he didn't seem surprised, he didn't seem particularly reassured either.
He was more reassured as a short, a girl with dark-brown hair, glasses and a curved, wooden staff stepped up beside Yves and declared, "I, too, volunteer for this mission." His response was simply, "Tabitha here is a Knight of the North Parterre, and is exceptionally talented for her young age." She wore a fairly blank expression, barely reacting to his words. A few of the people of the room looked over at her with wonder, but few made comments.
...
After a bit of ceremony, the three nobles who volunteered stepped up and raised their wands as the headmaster administered responsibility unto them. "The University appreciates your hard work and dedication to your duties as nobles. Now go and accomplish your task." Before the nobles could leave, however, a green-haired lady with glasses stepped up beside the headmaster and asked, "Lord Osman, I shall serve as their guide if it is your wish." The headmaster almost immediately nodded, his eyes brightening, and replied, "That is an excellent idea, Miss Longville!" She merely bowed, then walked out of the room as the headmaster continued, "the thr- er, four of you shall follow Foquet's trail in a cart driven by Miss Longville. Whether you find Foquet or not, be back here by sundown."
The three nobles nodded, and left the room shortly thereafter. None of them spoke, merely making their way over to the cart. Even Kirche seemed somewhat stressed, despite her charismatic expression.
...
Once the three got in the red and white cart that Miss Longville prepared, she cracked her whip and they were off. Yves sat beside her familiar on two velvet-colored seats in the back of the cart, and Tabitha and Kirche sat beside one another on the other two seats in the back of the cart. Four horses pulled the cart, and Miss Longville sat at the front of the cart, leading the horses by reigns and whip.
As the ride went on, Kirche eventually broke the silence. "I wonder...is Foquet a noble or a peasant?" The question was barely recognized by Tabitha, who continued to carefully watch the forest in silence. Yves didn't bother responding since it was Kirche who spoke, but Miss Longville offered a response didactically: "There are plenty of magic-users who aren't nobles. Most of them take up jobs as guards, laborers, or criminals, or, as in my case, some become servants..."
Kirche seemed more amused by this fact than her original question, so she talked with Miss Longville for a few minutes. When inquiring about how she became stripped of her noble title, Yves growled, "You're being incredibly rude, Kirche. Have some decency for once in your life." Kirche pouted after this, but her questions to Miss Longville stopped. Instead, she turned her attention to Hayato. "Oh yes, I almost forgot. You never took this with you." She stood and flipped her cape, then pulled the jewel-encrusted masterwork sword off from around her torso, offering it to him. "Surely you don't believe that the pile of rust on your back will work better than this masterpiece."
Yves harrumphed and looked away to distract herself. "Come on, Hayato. I insist."
...
But her reaction to the rock was interrupted by the peasant. She turned to look at him as he started to speak, observing that he was still clutching his foot. She was sure that she hadn't frozen him at all, but as sure as she was, he seemed to be fairly concerned about his foot. After hearing his question, she raised an eyebrow with a peeved expression. "I know, I know...I messed up again." She groaned and rolled her eyes as she turned back to observe the students in the courtyard again. "Of course I didn't miss on purpose, you dolt. That just...happens." She deflated as she said this, and reluctantly continued, "Sometimes my spells just fail and explode...that's why people call me mess." His response comment was more annoying than amusing. As if I needed a reminder...
But soon after thinking that, she saw teachers starting to lead a few students into the tower. Quickly thereafter, she turned around and walked around the bed to her familiar. Should I bring him along? She thought for a moment, but determined that allowing him to go running off after Foquet would be worse than forcing him to attend a meeting. So, with that thought, she commanded him to "Get up. There's bound to be a meeting after something like that. I'm obligated to go, so you're going with me." She then glanced over at what was left of the wall with hesitance and unease, and opened the door. Once her familiar was at her side, she left and walked over to the central tower with him.
...
The room that she walked into was the headmaster's workroom, which was full of 20 students and teachers, most of whom were on the verge of freaking out. Yves was thoroughly unamused by the situation and wore the most impatient and annoyed expression she could possibly pull off naturally as she found a place for herself and her familiar. Among the 20 people were 7 teachers, 2 messengers, and 11 students. Yves tried to find a spot that was at least somewhat away from Zerbst, but based on how the people positioned themselves, she was forced to stand in the same row as her. The headmaster, a teacher, and two messengers stood closest to the headmaster's desk on one side of the room, and Yves was opposite of them. The people stood in a rectangular formation, and Yves gestured for her familiar to stand away from the rectangle, over by the wall, so as to not intrude in the meeting.
The Headmaster started the meeting by seeking advice from the teachers about what to do about the stolen property. A few suggested sending the messengers to the royal palace of Tristain, but others argued that it'd be too slow because, in the time that the request would be processed by the bureaucracy, Foquet would get away. The headmaster decided that, "for the moment, it'd be best to send a group after Foquet, to surprise her, and to take the item that she stole - the Staff of Destruction - back to the university. If it were to fall into the wrong hands, it would spell disaster. Now then, who is prepared for the challenge?"
There was a pause. No one volunteered. Yves had to fight the urge to grin. Of course no one would volunteer for that. You'd have to be... A thought shot to her head and she fought the urge to look back. She gritted her teeth. Damnit, I shouldn't have brought him. What was I thinking? Kirche noticed Yves's sudden change in expression and peered over at her. Seeing her jaw locked, Kirche wondered why and, after a moment, remembered her familiar. She grinned and waited for the right moment. Yves saw the Zerbst lady grin and gritted her teeth harder. Damnit...damnit...damnit...
The headmaster, seeing that no one responded, continued, "So none of you wish to gain fame and honor by defeating Foquet?" Yves could hear her familiar's foot tapping repeatedly behind her. She tried to will him to stay still mentally, but it didn't work. He started stepping towards the group. His words immediately made blood come to her face. The headmaster grinned, seemingly unsurprised that the peasant volunteered. "Ah, it is Yves's familiar. I heard that you have already proven your prowess against golems in a duel against Guiche. That will surely come in handy against Foquet...but I am surprised that a peasant has more courage than the rest of you lot. Anyone else?" A grumble from one of the other students came shortly thereafter, "more stupidity sounds more accurate..." There were a few other comments like this before the headmaster cleared his throat quite loudly. "Anyone else?"
"I, Kirche Augusta Frederica von Anhalt-Zerbst, volunteer to return the Staff of Destruction to our University." Kirche said these words with her wand raised, and smiled proudly. Once the headmaster acknowledged her, "very well, miss Zerbst. Your military background and high-quality flame magic will surely come in handy." Yves then also raised her wand. "It goes without saying that I'll be accompanying my familiar." She said this confidently, but with reservation. Her expression stole all the annoyance away from her voice, and the grumbling in the room seemed to stop as she did. The headmaster simply nodded once she volunteered - while he didn't seem surprised, he didn't seem particularly reassured either.
He was more reassured as a short, a girl with dark-brown hair, glasses and a curved, wooden staff stepped up beside Yves and declared, "I, too, volunteer for this mission." His response was simply, "Tabitha here is a Knight of the North Parterre, and is exceptionally talented for her young age." She wore a fairly blank expression, barely reacting to his words. A few of the people of the room looked over at her with wonder, but few made comments.
...
After a bit of ceremony, the three nobles who volunteered stepped up and raised their wands as the headmaster administered responsibility unto them. "The University appreciates your hard work and dedication to your duties as nobles. Now go and accomplish your task." Before the nobles could leave, however, a green-haired lady with glasses stepped up beside the headmaster and asked, "Lord Osman, I shall serve as their guide if it is your wish." The headmaster almost immediately nodded, his eyes brightening, and replied, "That is an excellent idea, Miss Longville!" She merely bowed, then walked out of the room as the headmaster continued, "the thr- er, four of you shall follow Foquet's trail in a cart driven by Miss Longville. Whether you find Foquet or not, be back here by sundown."
The three nobles nodded, and left the room shortly thereafter. None of them spoke, merely making their way over to the cart. Even Kirche seemed somewhat stressed, despite her charismatic expression.
...
Once the three got in the red and white cart that Miss Longville prepared, she cracked her whip and they were off. Yves sat beside her familiar on two velvet-colored seats in the back of the cart, and Tabitha and Kirche sat beside one another on the other two seats in the back of the cart. Four horses pulled the cart, and Miss Longville sat at the front of the cart, leading the horses by reigns and whip.
As the ride went on, Kirche eventually broke the silence. "I wonder...is Foquet a noble or a peasant?" The question was barely recognized by Tabitha, who continued to carefully watch the forest in silence. Yves didn't bother responding since it was Kirche who spoke, but Miss Longville offered a response didactically: "There are plenty of magic-users who aren't nobles. Most of them take up jobs as guards, laborers, or criminals, or, as in my case, some become servants..."
Kirche seemed more amused by this fact than her original question, so she talked with Miss Longville for a few minutes. When inquiring about how she became stripped of her noble title, Yves growled, "You're being incredibly rude, Kirche. Have some decency for once in your life." Kirche pouted after this, but her questions to Miss Longville stopped. Instead, she turned her attention to Hayato. "Oh yes, I almost forgot. You never took this with you." She stood and flipped her cape, then pulled the jewel-encrusted masterwork sword off from around her torso, offering it to him. "Surely you don't believe that the pile of rust on your back will work better than this masterpiece."
Yves harrumphed and looked away to distract herself. "Come on, Hayato. I insist."
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