The official reason for today’s meeting was to exge knowledge about magic—a ve excuse for their gathering. Beh the surface, politics might have been at py, but there was also a genuine desire to grow closer to the friends they’d uedly clicked with at the start of the term.
After all, the four of them were the cream of the S Css. Evan, the undisputed top ranker; Bir, holding steady in sed pce; and An and Matthew, tied for third.
This year’s S Css was unusual, though. Alongside these four were four more Force awakeners—among them, three were talented oners brought in on sponsorship and schorship—and two more students teetering on the edge of Vision awakening.
Su arra wasn’t the norm. S Css had always been reserved for those who had already awakened, not for those who hadn’t. But this year, they’d made an exception. Officially, it was because only oudent with Vision awakened was avaible. That was the story, at least.
Of course, both of those unawakeudents happeo be nobles. Had they been oners, exceptions would’ve been far less likely, wouldn’t they?
In total, there were ten students in the S Css: seven from the Force Department and three from the Visioment. Among them, four were oners—including Evan, though his wealth made that status feel more like a teicality—and six were nobles. One of those nobles, naturally, rincess.
All the Force Department students had seen Evaraest, and every single one of them admired him. Especially the six other Force Awakeners in the S Css. On the first day of css, they flocked to him like moths to a fme, drawn by the fact that he wasn’t affiliated with any political fa.
That is, until they noticed how chummy he was with the other three top rankers, who just so happeo also hold the highest andings: An, from the Prime Minister’s faatthew, from the ral fa; and Bir, from the First Prince’s fa.
Of course. Of course. Why wouldn’t they cozy up to him? A powerhouse appearing out of nowhere, unattached to any political side? Oh, and did anyoion his family just happeo own the sed richest mert group oire ti?
Naturally, this epiphany made everyone else think twice about approag Evan. It didn’t help that they started to notiething strange—Evan wasn’t sug up to the nobles, and, oddly enough, they weren’t fawning over him either. No sdals, no drama. In fact, the three of them seemed to be making a point of keeping Evan out of polititirely.
Seriously, was the academy always this... peaceful?
But that was just ihe academy walls. Out in the real world, it robably a whole different story. Surely, the politics would ki eventually—right?
Then came the news: the four had scheduled a weekend lunch meeting.
Perfect. Let’s see how the dust settles on Monday m. Which fa would win the prize of roping the Sator into their fold?
HONK!
“AAAAAAA!”
HONK! HONK!
“WHY ARE THEY SO MAD? WE DIDN’T EVEN DO ANYTHING!”
“KYAHAHAHAHA!”
With a horde of geese in hot pursuit, An, Matthew, and Nemo dashed around the outer rim of the field. Despite her short legs, Nemo somehow outran both teens, leaving them scrambling behind as makeshift guardian knights for their friend’s baby sister. How exactly they mao provoke the geese was anyone’s guess.
“Your family raises geese, Evan?” Bir asked, trying—and failing—to suppress a chuckle.
“Mama wao raise chis for the eggs,” Evan began, pletely unbothered by the chaos. “But Papa scared them so badly that they froze up and died from stress. So, we repced them with geese instead. At least they don’t keel over just from having him around.”
Bir chuckled awkwardly, her amusement tinged with . “How… strange.”
“It’s not strange,” Evan said with a serene smile. “Dogs also pee themselves when they see Papa, so the chis’ reaakes perfect sense.”
Bir bli him. “...Is your Papa the Demon Lord?”
Old legends did say animals lost their minds in the presence of ultimate evil. But Evan just ughed, bright and carefree. “Worse! He’s my Papa!”
He’s Emperor Burn, the Absolute Tyrant after all!
Before Bir could think of an appropriate response, Bunny appeared, Marailing behind her. “The safety precaution has been installed,” she announced cheerfully. “Now, just show me the spell you like the most.”
Bir hesitated, her nerves creeping back. “‘The spell I like the most?’”
Bunny nodded, still radiatihusiasm. “Worried? Is it the hardest spell you know?”
Bir frowned, clearly caught off guard. That definitely wasn’t the question she was expeg.
“No, actually, it’s… silly,” she admitted, her cheeks turning pink.
“Is it sillier than my favorite spell?” Bunny chuckled, lightly tapping Bir’s head as if to tease her further.
The moment the Infich spoke, not only Bir, but even Evan and Mante immediately perked up, hanging on her every word. What was the legendary witch’s favorite spell?
“It’s a voice fault spell,” Bunny said with a pyful smile, her elegant fingers dang through the air like she lug strings only she could see. And then it happened—flowers and starry sparkles bloomed from nothing, apanied by soft, indistinct voices. The sound of people talking and ughing, warm and carefree, filled the air.
Bir’s breath hitched as she started pig out details. She heard Evan’s voice first—high and sweet, the way it must have sounded when he was much younger.
Then Mante’s deep, rumbling tone, rid anding. And then, more voices joined in—tless echoes of ughter and chatter, carrying the warmth of moments long gone.
“See? What’s sillier than an unintelligible rec of ughs?” Bunny asked, her tone lighthearted and self-depreg.
But Bir knew better. It wasn’t silly, not at all. That spell wasn’t just was a snapshot of joy, a memory of warmth preserved in magid somehow, that made it even more beautiful.
Voice Fault Spell? It’s more like bottled happiness, made with magic.
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