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-Sylphiette-

I didn't have a happy childhood. It wasn't because of my family. My father could be strict, but only when I misbehaved. I was happy to inherit his elven ears. My mother was nice and I helped her with chores. I wish I looked more like her, but no one would confuse me for a human. If it had just been us, I would have been content.

The problem was the other children in Buena Village, where we lived. There were three young boys who took pleasure in tormenting me. Whenever they saw me, they'd start bullying me. Because of my green hair, they thought I was a demon. They would yell, push me, throw mud. I couldn't fight back. I knew I'd just get hurt if I fought them. Even if I tried fighting back, they had more friends. Older and bigger kids, who I wouldn't have a chance of stopping. So, I ran or took the abuse. I hated it, but if they caught me, I had no choice.

So, I tried staying home whenever possible. My mother did what she could to help. She cut my hair short so it wouldn't stand out and made me shorts so I had an easier time running. My father even went to town to buy me a hooded jacket for my fifth birthday, so I could hide my hair. It didn't help much, but I appreciated the support. Things kept on like this for a long time, until I made a mistake.

One day, my father forgot his lunch. He protected the village from monsters, so he'd be on the outskirts of town. When mother asked me to bring it to him, I happily accepted. I may have risked running into the other children, but I would be able to make my parents happy. It was the least I could do to repay their kindness. Taking the basket, I rushed out the door.

“Hey, it's the demon!” Halfway through town, the bullies found me.

“Leave me alone...” I tried to tell them off, but the shout came out as a mumble.

“Quick, get him!”

“Hey, get back here!”

With them baring down on me, I ran. I thought they might give up after a few minutes, but before I knew it, we were out in the fields. My feet started to get stuck in the mud, freshly soaked by the storm the night before. Looking back, I'd hoped the troublesome terrain would make them give up. Instead, a ball of mud slammed into my face.

“I got him!”

“That's ten points!”

“No, face is fifty!”

The three boys began gathering handfuls of mud and slinging them at me. This was my chance to run. I tried to flee, holding my father's lunch to my chest to avoid it getting covered in mud. However, it wasn't long before I fell. Still being pelted, I covered the basket, desperate to avoid the food being ruined.

“Hey, what are you protecting?”

“It's demon treasure!”

“Whoever hits that gets a thousand points!”

“Stop it...”

My pleading went unheard, although I doubt they would have cared. Their assault intensified as they surrounded me, trying to get at the food. I huddled over the basket, uncertain if any mud had gotten through. When the pelting stopped, I breathed a sigh of relief.

“Gimme that!”

I had relaxed too soon. As one of the boys pulled me up, another grabbed the basket.

“What? It's just some food.” Uninterested in the meal, the bully flipped the basket over, dumping my father's lunch onto the ground. “Demon food is probably poison anyway.”

That's when I made my mistake...

“STOP!!!” Shrugging off the boy who lifted me to my feet, I ran at the one who stole the basket. Without thinking, I shoved him to the ground, sending mud flying as he crashed down. “That's my fath-”

A loud crack broke my concentration. My body went limp and I fell. When I regained some composure, I saw one of the boys standing over me, branch in hand. Too frightened by my helplessness, I hadn't even realized he had broken it over my head. A warm sensation covered my head. When I reached for it and pulled my hand back, it was covered in blood.

“We knew demons were dangerous!” A kick to my stomach stole the air from my lungs.

“Filthy demon!” A boot stomped my head, throwing off what little sense I had left.

“Quick, slay the demon before it attacks again!” The boy I shoved, now covered in mud, joined the other two in beating me.

I lay there, unable to resist as the blows came raining from above. I don't know how long they kept up their attack, but I could tell if it went on much longer, I'd probably die. Tears started to flow, as I realized what that meant. I wouldn't see my parents again. They would be so sad. I tried to cry out for help, but I didn't have the energy. I needed someone, anyone, to save me.

“What are you doing!?”

The beating stopped. Forcing open my swollen eyes, I watched as the boys fled.

“It's that stupid knight!”

“I knew he was a demon lover!”

“Run, before he catches us!”

“God damn it.” I blinked and time seemed to slip. A man was standing over me. He had a pretty face and a rat-tail hanging over his shoulder. I had seen him a few times when my father came home from work. “What were they thinking?” I closed my eyes for only a second, but minutes must have passed. I was in the knight's arms, being carried off, as he ran. I didn't know where though. “Hold on, Sylphie. I'm gonna get you healed.” My consciousness wavered again. Unable to open my eyes, I heard another shout. “Zenith! I need help! Laws' kid is in bad shape!”

Then, I was gone.

When I woke, I was in an unfamiliar room. Sitting up, I looked at myself. Despite the beating, I felt fine. It was as if all the injuries had disappeared. Only then did I realize my eyes weren't heavy anymore. Looking around, I was on a large bed, clearly made for a married couple. Hopping up, I walked to the door, timidly opening it.

On the other side was a woman with red hair. She had stopped just short of knocking. I didn't recognize her, so I started to back away. She seemed a bit stern, but despite that, she smiled at me as if we were family. “Hello, Sylphiette. How are you feeling?”

“I'm fine...” I reached for my hood, trying to hide my hair before she thought I was a demon. When I found it was gone, I simply covered my head. “Where am I?”

“It's alright, dear.” Kneeling down, the woman rubbed my head. It reminded me of my mother and how she'd comfort me after being bullied. “This is the Greyrat residence. Paul brought you hear and Zenith healed you.”

When she said the names, I remembered seeing them before. Paul was a knight who helped my father kill monsters. Zenith was one of my mother's friends and his wife. I had seen both a few times over the years. That left me with another question. “Who are you?”

“I'm Lilia. I serve the Greyrat family.”

“Lilia, Haven't we been over this?” From behind her, another woman walked up. She had blonde hair and gentle features. I recognized her as Zenith. She was always in high spirits. From what my mother told me, she always wanted a child like me, so seeing me always brightened her day. I was certain my mother was just trying to make me happy. This was the first time I'd seen her less than pleased though, as she addressed Lilia. “You're not a housekeeper anymore. You're Paul's wife.”

“But, I thought you were Paul's wife?” I interrupted Zenith, now a bit more comfortable seeing a familiar face.

Turning to me, Zenith broke into her usual warm smile. “Well, that's a bit of a long story. All you need to know is we're both his wives.” A little confused, since I hadn't heard of a man having two wives before, I decided to just accept it as a thing knights did. “Now, it's gotten late. How about you stay for dinner, then we can have Paul take you home.”

“Alright...”

The rest of the night was a bit of a blur. I wasn't used to such a lively dinner. I was usually in low spirits from either staying inside all day or being bullied. My parents always cheered me up, but it took up most of their energy, so they never really talked over meals. At the Greyrat house, it was far more energetic. Things started with Paul complaining about the bullies, but quickly moved past it. I think he didn't want me lingering on the memories. His two wives discussed how the day had went, with Zenith using magic to heal me and Lilia watching over me as I slept. I was surprised to hear it had only been a few hours since I had been brought here. The sun was just then setting. The meal ended with Paul switching which of his wives he gave attention too, though both seemed annoyed that he was flirting in front of me. I imagine my embarrassment was showing on my face.

After we ate, Paul walked with me across town to my home. We remained silent for a long while, since I didn't know how to talk to people outside my family. Eventually, once I started recognizing where we were and growing more comfortable, I decided I needed to speak.

“Thank you for saving me.”

“No problem, Sylphie.” He smiled at me. For a second, something about the way he looked at me was uncomfortable. It was like he wasn't looking at me. “If you ever need anything, just let me know.”

I thought about his offer and remembered how my father talked about him. He was a knight, but one far more skilled than we needed in a small village like Buena. Apparently, he was trained in all sword styles and reached Advanced Rank in them, not that I understood exactly what that meant. But, it did make me realize what I needed from him.

“Mister Paul, can I ask a favor?”

“Already? You seemed a bit nervous. I didn't expect you to jump at the chance to make demands.”

“I'm sorry. I didn't mean-”

“Hold on! I was just teasing. I'm not used to talking to kids. Never had the chance.” That look again, like he was talking to someone else, flashed across his face. “What's the favor?”

“I want you...” I mumbled through my request. Even I couldn't hear myself by the end. I was too nervous to be so presumptuous.

“What was that? I couldn't hear you?”

Swallowing down my anxiety, I turned to face Paul head on. “I want you to teach me how to use a sword!” Paul looked a bit stunned. Even I was surprised by my outburst. Shyly, I pulled my hood over my head, now that it had been returned to me. “I mean, If it's alright...”

Paul burst out laughing, then rubbed my head. Over the hood, it was an odd feeling. “You sure ask for a lot given the chance!” Once his laughter subsided, he asked the obvious question. “Why haven't you asked Laws? He's a decent swordsman.”

“It can't be him.” I remembered my father telling me about the other adults in the town. They had all been understanding about my appearance and avoided discriminating against me. They had even tried to stop the bullies, until the boys learned to harass me outside of their sight. “If father taught me and something happened, it would cause him problems.”

“So, you've already considered the consequences.” Paul stopped, thinking over my request. Then, he crouched down to my eye level. “I probably would have said no, but after today, it's clear you need to be able to defend yourself. I'll teach you, but you have to promise never to use a sword unless provoked. This is only for self-defense.”

“Right!” I shouted, unable to hold back. This was the key to gaining a happy life. “I'll train with you every day!”

“Hold on, I still have a job. I'll train you when I can. You'll need to practice on your own when I'm busy.” Paul reached out his hand, offering it to me. “Deal?”

“Oh. Right...” I found myself growing self-conscious again. Paul wasn't just going to drop everything to be my trainer. Still, this was enough for now. I took his hand and shook it. “Thank you...”

With a big grin, he replied. “I'll make sure you become a strong man.”

And immediately put his foot in his mouth. “I'm a girl...”

“Guard your left!”

“Yes, sir!”

“Watch your footing! You're about to trip!”

“Yes, sir!”

“Don't forget to strike back! I'm pinning you down!”

“Ye-ow!”

Months had passed. I had been training every day. On his off days, Paul would train me. We focused on handling multiple unarmed opponents at first, but soon, we were working on fighting other swordsmen. At this point, we were sparing any time he gave me lessons. When he was busy, I'd practice basic forms.

What happened with the bullies? They kept pestering me, but after only a few days, they weren't able to keep up with my swordsmanship. They still attacked on occasion, but it felt more like playing than fighting. Their twigs would shatter against my practice sword. I would avoid any rocks they'd throw, deflecting the few that got too close for comfort. Any time they tried to tackle me, I'd leave them sprawled on the ground. When they were exhausted, they fled, looking excited for the next attempt to overpower me. Oddly enough, it was always the three boys. They never got their older friends to help.

My real opponent was Paul. When we had started sparring, it was simply me on the attack. However, he said he saw potential in me, so he quickly moved onto defending himself more aggressively. At this point, he was usually on the assault, forcing me to defend and exploit any opening I could find. Even though I hadn't won a match in weeks, I didn't mind. I felt how effective the training was.

“You're doing good, Sylphie. Just remember, you need to keep your surroundings in mind.”

“Yes, sir!”

“So, you ready for a break?”

“Yes, sir! What story will you tell me today?”

“Let's see. Where did we leave off last time?”

“Elinalise had disappeared.”

“Right, the teleportation circle.”

Whenever we took a break, Paul would tell me about his adventuring days. He was a part of a party called the Fangs of the Black Wolf. They were a party of powerful adventurers from many races. Ghislaine the Beastfolk, Talhand the Dwarf, Geese the Demon and, of course, Elinalise the Elf. The way he talked about it made adventuring seem like the most exciting thing in the world.

“When we finally joined back up, Elinalise gave me an earful for-”

“Paul! What have I told you about sparring with Sylphiette?” Zenith stormed out of their house. After we started sparring, she constantly chewed him out for giving me bruises, despite her being able to heal me on the spot. I told her it was just a part of training, but she wouldn't hear it. Now, I went to her at the end of every day to get healed. That time, it seemed we took too long. “And you, little lady. You need to take better care of yourself.”

“Sylphie's fine, Zenith. We're swordsmen. Getting hurt is part of training.”

“I'm a swordswoman...” I corrected, but went unheard.

“That doesn't mean you should be battering her during every lesson.” Zenith began using magic to heal my wounds. As the spell spilled from her hands, what would have usually taken days was healed in seconds. It was truly wonderful magic. “How are you feeling, dear?”

“Better. Thank you, Miss Zenith.”

“Oh, you're such a good child! I wish I had a daughter like you!” She hugged me, holding me close as I blushed. It was strange to be embraced by someone besides my parents.

Maybe it was this sense of closeness that made me bold, but I decided it was time to ask. “Actually, I was wondering...”

“Yes, Sylphiette?”

“I know I already get lessons from Paul, but I wanted to know...” I hesitated. I knew it was unreasonable. The Greyrats had already done so much for me. Still, if things got bad again, if the bullies hurt me like they did before, I needed to be able to help myself. “Could you teach me healing magic?”

“Of course!” Zenith squeezed me tighter, lifting me up as she spun around. “I always knew you were more suited to magic than all this swordplay!”

“Hey! Sylphie is still my student!” For a second, I was worried I'd have to choose between the two.

“Oh, hush. You have work to do. I can teach her when you're away.”

“I guess that's fine. Just don't slack on your practice. Alright?”

“R-right!” I don't think I ever wore smile that big before. Learning from not just Paul, but also Zenith, was a dream come true.

A year had passed since I started training with Paul. Now, under Zenith's guidance, I could do some healing magic.

“Okay, let's try again.” Zenith cut her finger. As the blood started to pool on the surface, I held my hands over the wound and began chanting the incantation. While I could cut my own finger for practice, she insisted. One reason was that using both hands made channeling magic easier, but more important to her, she didn't want me hurting myself. I felt a bit bad at first, but seeing her healed by my magic was an indescribable joy. I imagine she felt much the same, as she always smiled so brightly whenever she saw me make progress in my studies. When the cut fully healed, she smiled with the warmth of the sun. “Very good. You've improved so much in so little time.”

“Thank you, Miss Zenith.”

“I think you're ready for a higher tier spells. Let me go find the book.”

Zenith left, leaving me alone in the Greyrat dinning room.

Well, alone wasn't quite right. Lilia was sitting across the table from me. She was sewing some damaged clothes, but stopped when she realized it was just the two of us.

“It seems your lessons are going well.”

“Yes.” This was usually how our discussions went. She'd make an observation. I'd confirm. It was nice, but a bit awkward. It was probably because I had been keeping my curiosity in check up to that point. However, Zenith seemed like she might be gone a while finding that book. It felt like the best time to ask. “Umm... Miss Lilia?”

“Yes, Sylphiette?”

“Why are you Paul's second wife?”

I knew it was rude to ask. Despite it never being stated, Lilia enforced a clear pecking order in the house. Paul was the head of the household, with Zenith as the lady. Lilia deferred to either of them on decisions. Despite having been taken as his wife, she didn't try to establish herself as Zenith's equal, as much as it annoyed her fellow wife.

“Well...” Lilia looked upstairs. The sound of shuffling made it clear Zenith was having trouble finding the book. “I guess we have time. I will warn you, it is a sad story.”

“That's fine. I think I can handle it.”

Lilia went on to describe how Paul and Zenith had become pregnant, inadvertently breaking up the Fangs of Black Wolf. I was a bit devastated, having been invested in their adventures. That was what lead them settling down in Buena village. Lilia started working for them, partially because of her experience as a midwife. Unfortunately, the child was stillborn. Lilia supported Zenith through the grief, which brought them closer together. Despite many years of trying, Paul and Zenith never managed to become pregnant again. Feeling indebted to Lilia and being unable to birth children, Zenith proposed she become Paul's second wife. Even if Lilia would be the one giving birth, she would also be the baby's mother and they would raise the child together. This arrangement was settled shortly before I started training with Paul.

“So, that's what happened.” I couldn't look at Lilia. I underestimated how painful a memory I was digging up. “I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked...”

“Sylphiette, it's alright.” Reaching over the table, Lilia stroked my hand. Looking up at her, she smiled in that way that reminded me of my mother. “It wasn't easy, but we're moving past it. If anything I should thank you.”

“What did I do?”

“Being here, training with Paul and Zenith, you're helping them heal. Their child would have been about your age if he had lived. Getting to experience a small form of parenthood with you means the world to them.”

“Oh.” I thought for a while. I never understood why they had accepted my selfish requests so easily. They were friends with my parents, but not that close. Now, it made sense. Being able to repay them for everything they had done for me felt like a relief.

I should have stopped there. It was already more than I had a right to know. But, a part of me was annoyed. Now I understood why Paul sometimes talked to me like I was someone else. It made sense that he saw me as a boy, when I was playing the part of his son. It was the first time I felt envy. I had to know who Paul was looking at when he was looking past me. “Did they have a name for their son?”

Lilia's smile faded. That caused my heart to ache. I knew I shouldn't have asked. Still, she replied. “His name would have been Rudeus.”

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-Roxy-

Life had been difficult after leaving the magic academy. I came to the Asura kingdom to try and find work, but being a demon put me at a distinct disadvantage. As a Migurd, I am short in stature and have blue hair. Everyone immediately knows I'm a demon and even assume I am a child. It was already difficult enough when I was a young adventurer. People would laugh me off, refusing to work with me because of my appearance. It became easier to work alone. I had made some friends while studying, but they all betrayed me at the end, burning the bridges I had forged. Even my graduate professor, Jenius Halphas, had felt a need to condescend to me as I surpassed his research. So, once again, I was alone.

I wanted to find work as a teacher, but that proved to be near impossible. The one tutor position I found was ruined by false accusations and an uncooperative student. I may have returned to adventuring, but Asura was too peaceful for the profession and I didn't have the savings to leave the country. I hoped the next job working as the teacher of a lord's granddaughter would work out. I didn't want to think about if even that fell through.

Entering the castle town of Roa, my fears were not assuaged. Despite the crowd of dozens, only I was singled out, no doubt for being a demon. When I inquired about the job, everyone started chattering about my low chances of success. After being underestimated for so long, I was determined to prove them wrong. I'd finish the entire job, despite the seemingly high turnover rate.

The day I was to meet with the father of my potential student, I had arrived early. And gotten lost. I wandered the estate until I ran across a garden. One of the servant girls seemed to be doing a pretty terrible job of tending the flowers. She rose to face me as I approached. She was caked in dirt, red hair disheveled from the work, and held fistfuls of flowers in her little hands. Did she mistake them for weeds?

“Excuse me, young lady. I seem to be lost. Do you know the way to the lord's chamber?”

“Yes!” She yelled at the top of her lungs. That seemed excessive. “Who are you, lady?”

“I am Roxy Migurdia. Graduate of the Ranoa University of Magic, Saint Tier Water Magician and former adventurer. I'm here to-”

“Tell me a story!” My introduction was interrupted. It seemed this brat simply had no manners.

“I suppose I have time, but why should-”

“I want to hear about your adventures!”

I planned to reject her outright. Yet, the look in her stern eyes screamed excitement. Truth be told, it was this first time in a long while that someone took my claims of adventuring seriously. “Very well.” Taking a deep breath, I began.

“I'm hungry!” After an hour of regaling her with tales from my youth, the girl suddenly chimed in with her desire for food. “I'm leaving!”

Exhausted from the experience, I turned to leave, before remembering why I had talked to the girl. “Where is the lord's chamber?”

“Find it yourself!” Without looking back, she merely brushed off my concerns.

With a deep sigh, I went back to searching the grounds. A small smile crept onto my face. It felt good to have someone excited to hear about my adventures. “I suppose I'll see more of her if I teach here.”

Once I found a guard, I was guided to the Lord's chamber, which had been just a short distance from the garden. Sitting behind a desk was a man far younger than I expected. Without even offering me a seat, he began the interview.

“I am Philip Boreas Greyrat, the Lord's proxy and deputy.” The man's eyes were cold. Calculating. As if he had already begun judging me. “So, you wish to teach my daughter?”

“Yes. I graduated from the Ranoa University of Magic. I am more than qualified to teach magic.”

“Is that so? And what experience do you have with teaching?”

He struck a nerve, despite it being a reasonable question. “I have only been hired once before, but the student refused to learn and I was pardoned immediately.”

“So, you couldn't handle an uncooperative student?”

“If a student refuses the learn, there's only so much a teacher can do. It is the responsibility of the student to want to learn.”

“That's quite harsh...” His eyes lost focus. It seemed he'd already made up his mind. “You're not right for the job. Thank you for your time.”

“That's it? You'd dismiss me so easily? You've barely asked me anything!” In such a short time, the only thing he could have judged was that I'm a demon. “You know nothing about me!”

With a start, he pushed his chair back, rising to his feet. The way he looked at me showed utter disregard for my frustration. “It's you who knows nothing.”

I turned, ready to storm out. I should have known. It always ends this way. Once they know I'm a demon, their minds are made up. I reached for the doors-

When they suddenly flew open. Standing there was the red headed child I met outside. It seemed she'd been cleaned up and fed, and her fiery attitude was in top form. With her little hand, she pointed at me. “I want her!”

“Huh?”

“Eris, dear. This isn't the time. Daddy is in a meeting.”

Steamrolling over his protest, she repeated herself. “I want this lady as my teacher!” Eris folded her arms and set her feet apart, which gave the young girl an imposing aura.

“Wait, is this girl...” I turned to Philip, who's head was in his hand.

“This is my daughter, Eris. As you can see, she's a spirited one. There's no way someone like you, with so little patience, could be her teacher.”

I was done taking insults. “Very well! I will prove you wrong!” I strode over to him, standing tall and proud. “I will be your daughter's teacher.”

Philip looked annoyed. His decision had been overridden by the student and teacher alike. Yet, after a few seconds, he composed himself. Sitting back down, he looked me in the eyes. “I will give you one month. If she attends a full day of lessons before then, I will accept you as her teacher.”

“I accept your terms.”

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-Roxy-

By the end of the second day, I realized why Philip had brushed me off. It seemed I was the one who judged him too quickly. While my previous student was lazy, Eris was simply untamed. Every time I tried to start a lesson, she would scream that she wanted another story. On the first day, I simply played along, thinking she would cooperate after her curiosity was sated. Instead, she simply kept me reminiscing the entire day, yelling for more stories if I tried to get back on track.

The following day, I put my foot down. I told her there would be no more tales of adventure for her. That's was the first time she attacked me. Punching, kicking, even biting me when given the chance. Despite having faced monster of all kinds, Eris was a menace unlike any I had ever faced. Being unable to fight back didn't help. By the time I forced her off of me, she had grown tired of her tantrum and simply left. I chased her down, only to be met with more violence. Things went like this for the rest of the week.

On the second week, I stopped chasing Eris. She'd show up and fight, then leave. I would tend to my wounds, then focus on my own studies. I had gone and bought a book on healing magic, as it was clear I'd need to brush up on the craft, given my student's volatile nature. With the end of the second week fast approaching, I was growing worried. I couldn't even pretend to be teaching her if she was never in the classroom.

The third week was where things started to escalate. Eris had grown tired of waiting for me to give in. She started fighting, leaving, then returning to fight again. Multiple times a day, she'd come back to scream, scratch, punch and kick, all in an attempt to get me to tell her about my adventures. In truth, I think she was also bored of having nothing else to do. I was turning into her playmate more than her teacher. As the third week rolled into the last, I formulated a plot to tame this wild heiress.

The final week, down to the wire, and I had my plan all set up. Eris came into the classroom, arms crossed in her signature commanding stance. She gave her usual demand.

“Tell me a story!”

“Alright.”

“I said... What?”

“I'll tell you a story. You just have to do one thing.”

“No! Tell me a story!” She began to approach shoulders raised and ready to fight.

“You can fight me all you want. It won't change my mind.” That seemed to stop her. Even someone as stubborn as her had learned over the last few weeks that fighting wasn't getting her what she wanted. “It's going to be easy. You just have to spell your name.”

“I don't know how to do that!” She declared with no shame. It was like she didn't even understand the concept of learning.

“I'll show you how. Once you can do it, I'll tell you a story.”

Then, she attacked...

“Tell me a story!”

“You still haven't spelled your name.”

And she attacked...

“This is hard!”

“It will get easier with time.”

And again, she attacked...

“There! Now, tell me a story.”

I looked at the paper. It was crude, barely legible, and a few letters were backwards. Still, it said Eris. “Very well, I'll start a story.”

“Good!”

“Then, we were surrounded by slimes.” Eris looked excited, finally able to live vicariously through my tales. Now, it was time for phase two. “And I'll tell you the rest later.”

“No! I spelled my name! Finish the story!”

I braced myself. I knew it was going to be a long battle, but this was the only way. “You need to keep coming to lessons. If you finish a lesson, I'll conti-”

And the fight began anew...

The rest of the week followed a similar pattern, with slow progress. On the second day, she learned a few letters. On the third day, she was starting to learn addition. The fourth day was a non-starter, with no real progress made. However, she had moved on from fighting to simply leaving the classroom. On the fifth day, she was able to remember a few historical figure's names. So far, it was her best subject. The sixth day, she had spelled her full name: Eris Boreas Greyrat. Despite the continued impatience, she left the class fewer times each day.

The last day came. It was a long month. While the beatings had stopped, Eris had still stormed out three times the previous day. Now, it seemed hopeless that I'd keep the job, but I had tried my best. I understood now that some students require patience and care. I would be able to use this on my next teaching job, if I could find one.

Eris entered the classroom as usual. She hadn't opened with a request for stories in a few days. She understood the order of things. “Start the class!”

“Very well. Today, we'll be continuing to learn addition.”

The first hour was calm, but the second was tense. Eris was growing impatient. Getting into the double digits was more difficult than I expected. I could tell she was about to storm out. I could simply tell her a story through the rest of the day, technically winning the bet and keeping my job, but that would simply result in losing what little progress I had made. I kept up the lesson until, inevitably, Eris rose from her seat.

“Teach me spelling instead!”

“Hmm?” I was expecting her to storm out. Instead, she requested we change lessons. “Are you sure? I'm fine with that, but it will take longer to get to your story.”

“I don't care! I don't like addition!”

“Of course. To start, let's spell Roa.”

The day ended with a long story time. In truth, she hadn't earned a story that day. Every lesson ended early, as we switched subjects as her patience ran dry. However, she never left to room. Just like I had found an answer to keep her engaged, she had found a method for not giving up. So, once the time for lessons had passed, I told her about my adventures until the sound of her stomach growling filled the room.

“Aren't you hungry?”

“Yes! Keep going!”

“I can talk while we go to the dinning hall.”

“Okay!”

I barely survived the first month. I was certain the next few years as her teacher would be difficult for the both of us, but it would help us both grow as well.

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-Sylphiette-

Five years after learning about the Greyrat family's situation, I was getting lessons alongside Paul's two daughters. Aisha's maroon hair and round face made it clear she was Lilia's child. Norn, on the other hand, took after Zenith. Despite her troubles with conception, they had given birth to daughters at nearly the same time. While Norn inherited her mother's delicate features and blonde hair, she was more morose than her mother. Meanwhile, Aisha was far more devious than I expected of Lilia's child.

“Sylphiette, it's time for sword practice.” Norn was quick to abandon her magical studies when given the chance, picking up her practice sword and dashing for the door.

“Alright.” I found a good stopping place and made to follow her.

“Hey!” Aisha shot up, still holding the book she was studying. “I still need help with learning this fire spell!”

“Sorry, Aisha.” I grabbed my sword as well, ready to move onto the second set of lessons for the day. “I have to be fair. We studied all morning. Why not ask Zenith for help?”

“She's only good at healing magic.” Puffing her cheeks out, she tossed the spell book onto the table. “This is hard! We need more time!”

“We'll get back to it tomorrow.” I made to leave the house. I knew Aisha was frustrated, but there wasn't much else I could do. We'd struggled to learn magic from books alone, but it was our only option. “For now, practice beginner spells. Stepping away from the Intermediate Tier magic might help you get a fresh perspective for tomorrow.”

“Fine.” Aisha gave up the fight. As selfish as she could be, I'm sure she knew how important sword practice was for me and her sister.

In the Greyrat's yard, I sparred with Norn. She had taken after her father, learning the sword from as early as she could remember. I had years of experience to pull from, but the early start made her techniques feel more refined. Even though I barely held back, she still won most of our matches. I was glad to have someone closer to my level. It made learning the basics a bit easier, since Paul had a bad habit of going all out against me.

“Stop holding back!” Norn shouted after another win. “It's not good practice if you aren't taking it seriously.”

“I was being serious.” This was Norn's major flaw. She thought I was far more skilled than I was, or perhaps she believed she wasn't so talented. In truth, the only thing I restrained from using was magic, simply because it wasn't fair. Norn had never had the knack for spell craft. “I want to make sure you at least reach Advanced Tier before using my North God Style against you. You'll need a battle aura to avoid getting hurt.”

In general, Norn didn't stick to any one style. Like her father, she used all three to adapt to situations. The Sword God Style was good for quick and precise attacks meant to end fights before an opponent could act. The Water God Style was adapt at defense and responding to attacks. The North God Style used any means to attain victory. This was my specialty, and Norn's weakest. It required clever thinking and a range of skills. I'm certain she would one day become adapt in it as well.

Unfortunately, splitting her attention meant she wasn't able to refine any one technique. If she had trained in one school, she might have learned to control her battle aura faster. As she was, she could only tap into its potential infrequently. Even I struggled to get consistent results from it. Once she had mastered her battle aura, she'd be able to use her mana to increase her physical strength and defense. It was the greatest necessity for combatants the world over. Mastering her battle aura would make her an Advanced Swordswoman. Then, I'd fight her with all I had.

“Good job, Norn. Now, take five. It's time for Sylphie and I to spar.”

“Fine!” Norn looked annoyed. She also wanted to spar with Paul, but he coddled her, so she knew she'd just suffer the same frustration as when she fought me. When it was time for us to spar, it always took up the rest of the lesson, which added to her displeasure. While I enjoyed the privilege, a part of me was envious of that gentle touch he showed Norn. It was a softness I never received. Right before going back inside, she shouted at her father. “Don't go too hard on Sylphiette! She's still a girl.”

“I always do!” Paul readied himself. I never believed him when he said he was holding back. I hadn't won a single match with him since he started training Norn. Any time I made progress, it was only by inches. I was irritated with how he still treated me like a son after all these years, but at least it meant I never rested on my laurels. “Ready?”

“Yes, sir!”

As soon as I started sparring with Paul, I began casting magic. It was a difficult style of swordplay. Spells needed incantations to work, and a free hand to channel the mana, so it took time and concentration to use. Add onto that attacking, blocking and parrying blows, and it felt almost senseless to rely on it. However, once the spell was cast, I had an advantage.

I had a knack for wind magic and found many ways to use it to my aid my swordplay. Depending on my position when the chant ended, I'd adapt the spell to fit the situation. If I was striking, I could throw Paul off balance or add greater force to my swing. If I was defending, draping my sword in wind aided me in deflecting strikes. Most importantly, I could maneuver with great speed if I sent the magic to my feet. It was the purest form of the North God Style, changing tactics at a moment's notice to claim victory.

There was one problem: Paul was a ruthless opponent. While I had tripped him up the first time I'd added magic to my repertoire, he had adapted just as quickly to counter it. He was even more skilled in North God Style, as you'd expect from an Advanced Tier swordsman. He knew when to ground himself to avoid losing his footing. He would strengthen his guard when my strikes were given greater weight. The only thing that still threw him off was when I moved in unnatural ways.

Our current duel ended with my latest attempt at tricking him. I made to circle around to his left, where he often left small openings. Seeing this, Paul started to slash across my path. Whether I sped up or kept my pace, I would be within the arc of his sword. Instead, as I finished my spell, I used it to redirect myself. Pushing my body to his right, I swung under his arm, ready to finally claim my victory.

But, I was still too slow. Paul stopped his swing mid arc, slamming down with his elbow. He bashed my wrist a moment before my attack found it's mark. The pain caused me to drop my sword. Having left me disarmed, he put the wooden blade to my throat, claiming another victory.

“Good job. You nearly got me.” Paul lowered his sword and rustled my hair. I kept it short all these years, so it wasn't like he was messing it up, but it still irritated me. He was still treating me like his son. “I'm sure you'll get me next time.”

“Yes, sir!” I was closer than I'd been in months. Maybe I would get him next time. I just needed an extra little edge. “So, what do you want to talk about today?”

“That's a good question...” Over the years, I had heard every story Paul had about the Fangs of the Black Wolf. Recently, even Norn was starting to notice the tales of his adventures were being repeated. So, when it was just the two of us, we simply talked. “How about this: Do you have a crush?”

“What?” I was surprised to hear Paul wanting to talk about romance. “Why bring that up?”

“Well, you're getting to that age. Surely you have someone you want to spend time with. You know, besides my family.”

“Not really...” I thought of all the people in town. Most were married couples, with a few elders watching over the village in their old age. I had learned the three boys were lying about having more friends. They were the only other children in town. While I didn't hate them like I used to, I hardly saw them as anything more than brats. Aside from my father, Paul was the only man I really respected. “There's no one in this town worth looking up to besides you.”

Paul was quick to shoot down that idea. “Hold on. You shouldn't have a crush on me or anyone like me.”

“I know. Lilia told me about how you assaulted her.” I gave him a cold stare. What he had done to his second wife when they were both young was disgusting. “I will avoid boys that remind me of you.”

“That's fair. You didn't need to be so blunt about it though.” Scratching the back of his head, Paul looked towards his house. Despite his sins, he was a loving husband now. “Just make sure whatever girl you find is going to treat you right.”

I sighed, disappointed with the usual mix up. “You confused me with a boy again.”

“N-no I didn't. You could get a girlfriend. You're certainly dashing enough.”

“But Girls are supposed to like guys.”

“Hold up. Let me stop you there.” Paul stopped panicking and sat on the ground across from me. Looking me straight in the eyes, I knew he had something serious to discuss. I folded my legs under me and sat up straight. “You remember Talhand and Elinalise?”

“Yes. They were your party members.” I was already confused. Why were we talking about his old adventure stories again?

“Well, just like me, they didn't have the type of relationships you usually see in Buena village. Talhand was a dwarven man, but he preferred the company of other men.”

“So, he had a husband?”

Paul went pale for a second. He took a second to respond, seemingly trying to dance around a direct answer. “Well, not husbands. More like boyfriends?”

“Okay?” I didn't really understand the difference, but it was clear I wouldn't get a straight answer out of him. “And what about Elinalise?”

“Right, she had a ton of, uh, boyfriends too. She would keep company with anyone who caught her eye.”

“So she was a skirt chaser like you?”

“Uh, I think short chaser would be more accurate, but close enough.” Paul seemed to be getting distracted, but collected himself after a few seconds. “Anyways, my point is there's all types of ways to find love. Whether it's a Dwarf finding a man, an elf with her own conga line of boys, or a scumbag like me having two wives. Don't worry about what other people consider normal. Just find someone who makes you happy. Boy or girl.”

“I get it.” That all made sense. Ever since finding out about the Greyrat household's unique situation, I had felt like things weren't as black and white as people liked to think. Seeing things that way was how the boys in town ended up treating me like a demon, so I was more than happy to throw away whatever others considered normal. Still, that wasn't addressing the real problem. “But that doesn't change how you keep treating me differently.”

It was Paul's turn to look confused. Did he really not see what he was doing? “What do you mean?”

“You don't treat me like Norn or Aisha. You coddle them and keep them from getting hurt.”

“That's different!” Paul rose his voice. He was starting to get defensive.

But I wouldn't back down. I needed to get this off my chest. Years of frustration were boiling inside me. “I'm a girl too, you know!”

“They are my daughters!” Now Paul was screaming.

I rose to my feet, letting my emotions explode, and screamed in his face. “And I'm not Rudeus!”

…

Everything went quiet. Paul lowered his head, unable to look me in the eyes. I knew I had gone too far. “I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-”

“How do you know that name?”

I hesitated. I could tell he was mad. I didn't want Lilia-

“How do you know that name!?”

“Lilia told me. Back before she was pregnant.”

Paul rose to his feet, sword in hand. “Break time is over. We're sparring again.”

I breathed a sigh of relief. I was worried he would hate me for bringing up his lost child. If we could just forget about it and go back to training, I would be happy. “R-right!”

For the first time, Paul scared me. All these years, I had assumed he was going all out in our sparring matches. When he came at me that day, I knew I was wrong. He defeated me in seconds. I didn't even have time to cast a single spell. Where his hit landed, it was far harsher than any time before. Even with a training sword, he nearly broke the bone.

“Heal yourself. We're going again.”

I was scared, but also felt reassured. He had been holding back. He hadn't been treating me like a son. He was holding back as much as I did with Norn. He was treating me fairly. However, I couldn't let this chance go to waste. If he was going all out, it meant I had greater chance to improve. After healing my wounds, I took up my sword again. “Yes, Sir.”

This went on for the rest of the day. I tried to fight back, but the gap was too large. Every time I thought I could cast a spell to gain the advantage, Paul would cut me off and finish the match. He was toying with me. I lost count of his victories, but the defeats didn't discourage me. It was like a field had suddenly become a mountain, and I was excited to climb to its peak.

The greater challenge helped me understand my battle aura better too. I used to not feel the mana when it failed to form an aura, but now I felt it leak out of me, struggling to stitch itself together. It was the first revelation I had in months. By the end of our lesson, I was more excited than scared.

On the other hand, Paul seemed depressed. His look of anger slowly turned to one of remorse. When our final bout was finished, he threw his sword to the ground, following it down. Arms on his knees, he avoided looking at me.

Taking up my sword, I faced him and bowed. “Thank you for the lesson, Mister Paul!”

“Sure...” He couldn't look at me, frustration clear on his face. After thinking for a few seconds, he continued. “Look, I'm sorry I blew up on you like that. I know I was using you when we started training. When I saw you, I couldn't help but see Rudy. But, it's different now. I may treat you like a boy sometimes, but I know you're a girl. I know you're Sylphiette.”

Hearing him use my full name, a girl's name, filled me with joy. It may very well have been the first time. It is a memory I'll always cherish. “Yes, sir!”

“I don't know why you treat a guy like me with so much respect. A scumbag who takes his anger out on a girl...”

“I know you're a scumbag. I know you weren't going all out for my sake either...” I couldn't forget the anger in his eyes as he defeated me over and over. “But, you also gave me the power to defend myself. You, Zenith and Lilia welcomed me into your home like I was your child. Norn and Aisha are like sisters to me.” I crouched down in front of Paul, forcing him to look at me. “I didn't want to be your son, but thank you for treating me like your daughter.”

“Heh...” Paul chuckled, then stood, ruffling my hair again. I guess it was too much to expect him to change all his habits. “Thanks for keeping us company.”

“Now!” Having settled all that, I was ready to get back to training. “How can I improve my form?”

Paul scratched his chin. It seems redirecting the conversation took him off guard. After a moment of contemplation, he replied. “Well, I hate to say it, but I think you'll just need to keep working on the basics until you can form your battle aura. Trying to divide your attention to work on Sword God or Water God style would only stall your progress.”

That made sense. I wasn't like Paul and Norn. I needed to focus on my strengths. “What about my spells? Is there a way I could use them more effectively?”

Paul sighed, before looking down at me. “Not that I know of. They help a lot, but they are too easy to predict. The long incantations mean anyone familiar with magic will try to stop you from casting. In the worst case scenario, they'll recognize the chant and use it to their advantage.”

“Oh...” That took the wind out of my sails. If the problems were with the chants, then it wasn't one that could be solved. Whether I took my time or rushed through the incantation, I'd end in the same place, with my intent clear to my opponent.

Behind me, I heard a door open. Paul looked to the house with a sly look on his face. “You know, I think I may have an idea about that.”

Following his gaze, I saw Aisha coming out with her spell book. “Daddy, can Sylphiette stay late? I want help with my magic.”

“I have a better idea.” Lifting her into his arms, he turned to me. “Aisha, it's almost your fifth birthday. How about we get you a magic tutor?”

“Really!” Aisha lit up, giving her dad an awkward hug as she held onto her tome. “Thank you, daddy! I love you!”

“Can... would I be able to join the lessons?” I sheepishly asked. I felt bad imposing, especially after putting Paul in such a bad mood earlier.

“That's the id-”

“Of course you will! We're in this together!” Aisha cut off her father, but it seemed like they had the same idea.

I could feel my eyes sting. I couldn't keep the smile off my face. The Greyrats were so nice to me. They gave me more than I could repay. The least I could do was give them a proper reply. “Thank you!”

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-Roxy-

Eight years had past since I became Eris's teacher. Roa had started feeling like home, despite my bad first impression. The townspeople were in awe of how I had survived Eris's trial by fire and outlasted every other teacher. They started respecting me, with a few even apologizing for doubting me, not that I really knew them beforehand. I used my water magic to aid farmers during droughts and made friends with many of the shopkeepers who dealt in magical implements and texts. It was nice feeling like part of a community again.

The closest I'd felt to finding a home before then was at the Ranoa Magic University, but I see now that I was the one who ruined my life there. While I had been betrayed by some, even more had been respectful to the end. I lost them because I put myself before all else. Unfortunately, most of my old friends had moved on, so I couldn't reach out to make amends. The only exception was Professor Jenius. I sent letters of apology, explaining that I didn't understand his struggles and had been disrespectful to him. I felt he only replied out of obligation at first, but after exchanging letters for a few months, he took responsibility for his immaturity as well. From that point on, we kept in touch. Once we saw each other as equals, we managed to finish our research into King Tier Water Magic, which had been our original source of conflict. After mending our relationship, he was an invaluable aid as I learned how to be a proper teacher.

As for Eris, trying to educate her was the most difficult challenge I had taken up to that point. After she dedicated herself, she was a loyal student. Unfortunately, she was not very intelligent. Concepts she learned took much longer than expected to stick. The method of switching when she got frustrated was effective in calming her temper, but it doubtless lead to the slow progress. The only subject she thrived in was history. While dates and governments still eluded her, powerful figures were her passion. The more heroic, the greater the retention.

Then, four years ago, I feared for her continued education. While on a trip out of town, she found a beastfolk woman to take as her bodyguard: Ghislaine Dedoldia. She was everything Eris admired. A former member of the Fangs of the Black Wolf, Ghislaine was an experienced adventurer who had attained S rank, the highest possible for a member of the guild. Before that, she was the disciple of the Sword God and became a Sword King. Even I had heard her name in my travels. Few in the world could match her skill with a blade.

Most importantly to the Boreas family were her feline features. All of Eris's family had an affinity for beastfolk. All of their maids had animal ears and tails. I once had the misfortune of stumbling across Eris's grandfather, the Lord of Roa, engaged in sexual activities with one of his staff on an early morning. Suffice to say, Eris held the same fascination, although I doubt her inclinations were sexual when she rescued her new bodyguard.

Ghislaine also became Eris's sword instructor. Training in the Sword God style became her new obsession. I was not surprised to find she took to the blade so quickly. Her violent nature and recent focus she gained through my lessons had set her up to become a prodigal swordswoman. Ghislaine would also have countless tales to entertain her. I was certain within the month I'd be out of a job, as she abandoned her lessons entirely.

To my surprise, Eris kept coming to classes. If anything, the distraction from her classes made it easier for her to focus on a single subject for extended periods. What truly shocked me was Ghislaine asking to become my student as well. Apparently, she had nearly died due to her own incompetence. She couldn't keep track of her supplies when exploring labyrinths. Scoundrels would swindle her out of money when she failed to understand conversion. She wasn't even able to read. She had been dying on the side of the road when Eris found her.

For the rest of my time in Roa, I had two students. Despite adding to the work load, it made lessons far easier. With the pair able to help each other, they progressed at a much smoother pace. They were both fairly dim, but they were able to master the bare necessities to survive on their own.

As for magic, my area of expertise and greatest skill, they were nearly hopeless. Ghislaine struggled to learn anything, never once managing to cast a spell. Eris had slightly more luck. She had an affinity for fire magic and, after months of getting her to learn the incantation, she was able to use a single fire spell. I worried she'd forget the words at any moment, but it was as much as I could expect from two swordswomen.

Shortly after Eris turned thirteen, I was summoned to Philip's office. I was certain my time had come. After eight years, I felt I had done everything I could for Eris. She would doubtless still struggle at times, but given her status as a noble, I was certain she'd find a suitor before too long. I just prayed they were smart enough not to get on her bad side. As for me, I had gained experience and support. I would be able to make a living even without this job. Entering Lord's Chamber, I was prepared for my dismissal.

“Hello, Professor. Lovely to see you.” Philip gave me a warm welcome. Over the years, he became less high strung, likely due to the problem of his daughter's education being solved. While I wouldn't say we became friends, I certainly respected the man. “Please, have a seat.”

Sitting across from him, I remembered how rudely he'd denied me such courtesy when we first met. “How may I be of assistance?”

“I wanted to talk about the future. Both Eris's and yours.” Philip pulled out two letters, both of which had been torn open. “I appreciate all you've done for my daughter. Before you arrived, I had been concerned she may need to take up life as an adventurer, since she couldn't contain herself in polite society.”

“I can't blame you.” I still had trauma over the way she mauled me in her youth. “It was no small effort, but I can't take all the credit. Eris has grown into a splendid young woman.”

“Indeed. Which is why I've taken the liberty of enrolling her in knight's school.” He pulled the papers from one of the letters. “I just received her acceptance, although it was merely a formality.”

There it was. “A wonderful plan. She'll thrive in an environment where her sword skills are used to their fullest.” I omitted my fears that she'd become rebellious again without strict supervision. “Then, I suppose this is the end of our arrangement. I didn't think I'd last the first month. Eight years went by so quickly.” I rose, putting out my hand for him to shake. “I truly appreciate the hospitality you've shown me.”

Instead, he placed the other letter in my hand. Giving him a confused stare, he explained. “I have been asked by my cousin to find him a magic tutor. It seems his two daughters are struggling and need assistance. It won't pay as well and it's out in the sticks. You can decline if you want.”

Skimming the letter, I recognized the name at the bottom. “Paul Greyrat? Wasn't he part of Ghislaine's old party?”

“Indeed. He came to me, let's see, almost twelve years ago. He begged me for a job and home after getting his wife pregnant.” I recalled that being the reason their party disbanded. “In truth, he's a scoundrel. Now he has two wives, each of which gave him a daughter.”

“I see.” A part of me wanted to avoid such a man. I'm not sure if Philip had heard the story, but Paul had also taken advantage of Ghislaine's breading season to bed her as well. Another part was excited to take on two new students, even if it meant compromising my comfort. “Hmm?” Reading the letter more closely, I noticed something Philip had omitted. “What about the third girl?”

“Ah, yes, his disciple. She uses both a sword and magic in her training, but they've run into issues. It seems he also wants you to look into adapting magic to be more effective in swordplay. Something about shortening spells.”

That caught my interest. Shortening incantations was rare, but not unheard of. After having finished my previous research into King Tier Water Magic, this seemed like an interesting topic to research. While I doubted any of the three girls I'd be teaching would be of great assistance, it would allow me to dive into this subject while making a living. With a smile, I nodded to Philip. “I'll take the job.”

“I'll be heading out now.”

I was at the gates to the lord's mansion. Eris and Ghislaine had gathered to see me off. While I didn't think it was necessary, Philip had hired a carriage to transport me to Buena Village, where I'd be teaching Paul Greyrat's girls. I was hoping for a somber goodbye from my student. Maybe some tears and hugs.

“Bye, Roxy!”

…

“Uh... Eris. Is that all you have to say?”

Thinking for a moment, she thought of more to say. “I'll practice my magic every day and write you letters every month! Just like you asked!”

With a sigh, I accepted the parting. At least she remembered her review. I wouldn't want her forgetting all I taught her. I turned to her bodyguard next. “I may have been your teacher, but you're an adult, Ghislaine. I won't give you any tasks, but I would like to hear from you on occasion.”

“Right.” With a nod, Ghislaine had finished her goodbyes as well. I guess I shouldn't have expected much.

I boarded the carriage and gave the coachman the go ahead. As we rolled away, I waved out the window.

Eris followed. First at a walk, but then at a run. As she started to lag behind, she shouted out. “I'll make you proud, Roxy! Next time we meet, I'll be the one telling you stories!”

I leaned out the window, screaming to my first student. “I'll look forward to it!” As she waved, I silently wished her luck. She was strong, I'm sure she wouldn't need it, but I wanted the best for her.

-Eris-

The young girl had never felt loss before. Her family was happy and healthy. So, on the day her teacher, Roxy Migurdia, left for her next job, she couldn't explain the pain in her chest.

“Eris...” Her bodyguard, Ghislaine Dedoldia, walked up beside her. The two watched as the carriage rumbled down the road towards the edge of the city. “Roxy will be fine. She's strong and smart. I'm certain even if things go wrong, she'll manage.”

“I know!” Eris didn't understand her own pain. To distract from it, she took out her wand. It was a present she received from her teacher on her tenth birthday. She began to practice the one spell she had learned, determined to never forget it. Nearly finished with the spell, she paused. “What's the last word?”

Ghislaine was at a loss. She had never managed a single spell, so she didn't know why Eris expected her to know. “Did you already forget?”

“No!” Eris recited the spell again, only briefly hesitating as she said the final word. The small fireball glowed brighter than usual, but quickly burned out. “See! I remembered!”

With a look of pride, Eris went back home, satisfied with her daily practice. Ghislaine had two questions, but failed to ask either. The first was if casting the spell once a day was what Roxy had in mind. The other was if that was how the incantation went.

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-Roxy-

It didn't take long to reach Buena Village. As a town in the Fittoa Region, it wasn't far from Roa. I could have made the trip on foot in a few days, but the carriage arrived that same afternoon. Wanting to stretch my legs before meeting my new students, I had the coachman drop me on the edge of town. Getting directions would also be a good chance to meet the townsfolk.

To my surprise, no one seemed to mind my appearance. A few confused me for a child at first, but after clearing up the confusion, I was given the same respect I had spent years earning in Roa. When I asked the townspeople about how welcoming they were, I was informed that one of the children in the village also had demonic hair. It had caused a stir when she was born, but her father had protected them for years, so they made a concerted effort to not betray that kindness. Now, with the girl already having passed her tenth birthday, even the few who tried holding contempt for her had grown to care for her.

Hearing this made me feel safe in Buena. I was concerned about having to reestablish myself after leaving Roa, but now I knew I'd be able to start life here on the right foot. Once I was pointed in the direction of the Greyrat house, I departed with the confidence that I'd made the right choice taking this job.

“Hey, look! A new demon came to town!”

Or, maybe I spoke too soon. A short distance from the center of town, I was shouted at by a boorish boy. He was accompanied by two other young men, but they seemed to be embarrassed by his outburst.

“Are you still going on about demons? When are you going to grow up?”

“Yeah. Leave the girl alone. We gave Sylphie enough shit back in the day.”

“I wasn't going to bully her! I was just surprised to see another one!”

As quickly as they came, they left. While I was surprised by the outburst, I was more than willing to overlook his rude behavior in light of his friends' correction.

“You think she's Sylphie's girlfriend?” Although, it seemed he'd still go on to gossip about me.

““Shut up!”” The other two reprimanded him in unison.

I chuckled to myself. If this was the extent of the rudeness I'd be shown during my stay, I believed I'd be enjoying a pleasant job. Although, I was curious about this other demon. The woman mentioned a girl, but these children seemed to be talking about a boy. Were there possibly two? I'd need to look into them once my affairs were settled.

On the outskirts of town was a rather large estate. Given the Greyrat's noble heritage and large family, it wasn't too surprising that their house would be the grandest in Buena Village. A stone wall stretched a good length of the property's edge. As I passed it to see the front of the house, the sight before my eyes made my heart freeze in my chest. A young girl, likely one of the Greyrat daughters, was crumpled in a heap on the ground. Standing over her was a living nightmare.

Even among demons, one race was feared by all. They had been bloodthirsty monsters during the Laplace war. Even their own kin weren't spared, as they slaughtered everyone in their path. Nowadays, they were rare, but seeing one was a death sentence. Their green hair, the red gem inlaid into their forehead and deadly spears were the telltale signs of the Superd. As the blasphemous creature turned to look at me, I hid behind the wall.

Holding my breath, I tried to compose myself. The only option was to run, but what of the Greyrat family? If I ran, they would surely be slaughtered. However, I doubted I would stand a chance against them, even if I had assistance.

“You must be Roxy.” I shrieked. I thought I was going to die. Turning my staff on the Superd, I readied my self for combat.

Standing before me was the demon from before. Immediately, I realized I had been jumping to conclusions. While his hair was a striking green, that was as far as the similarities to the Superd went. His forehead had no gem and he was wielding a wooden sword instead of a spear. In fact, his soft features and elongated ears looked like those of an elf, rather than a demon. It also wouldn't have made sense for such a monstrosity to be accepted by the village. Given my own struggles with discrimination, confusing a child for a monster was unforgivable. With a considerable amount of blush covering my face, I bowed in apology. “I'm so sorry. I saw your hair and assumed the worst.”

“It... It's alright...” The boy took the hood of his jacket and covered his head. I could tell from the patches and frayed edges that he'd had it for years. The reflex to hide his hair sent a pain through my chest. I needed to make this right.

“No, it's not.” I reached over, pushing his hands aside and lowering his hood. He looked away, but I wasn't going to let him run. “You have nothing to be ashamed of.” Stroking his head, he started looking my way again. “That's better. Remember, never let anyone put you down for how you were born. Especially those who don't know your struggles.”

Starring at my hair, he seemed to understand what I meant. “Did you struggle too?”

“Plenty. In the right light, my hair can look green as well.” I thought back on my days adventuring across the Demon Continent. While it wasn't common, getting confused for a Superd was never a pleasant experience. “So, hold your head high. Never let anyone confuse you for anyone else, uh...” I meant to address him by name to send the point home, but I realized I didn't know it. What had the boys from earlier called him?

“Hey, Sylphie. Getting along with the new teacher?” From the yard came a man. No doubt, this was Paul Greyrat. While he was far more rugged than Philip, I could see the family resemblance. “Roxy, right? Glad you made it. I hope you treat my girls well.”

“Of course. A pleasure to make your acquaintance.” With a small bow, I greeted my new employer. “I can't wait to meet the three of them.”

“Let's get you settled in first.”

With that, I followed Paul. I took one last look back at the boy and smiled. “I'll see you around, Sylphie.”

After being shown to the room I'd be using during my stay, and getting all my belongings set aside, I met Paul in his living room, where two girls and Sylphie sat. One of the girls had brown hair and was pouting. I was pretty sure she was the one I saw on the ground before. The other was a maroon haired girl who looked ready to jump out of her seat. Standing before them, I introduced myself. “Hello, I am Roxy Migurdia. As of today, I will be teaching you magic. Could you introduce yourselves?”

The brown haired girl stood, looking less than enthused. “I'm Norn Greyrat. I'm no good with magic, so you should focus on teaching Aisha and Sylphiette.” With that, she sat back down. It seemed I'd have another unmotivated student, but I doubt any would give me as much trouble as Eris.

The other girl jumped up, seeming to compensate for her sister's disinterest. “I'm Aisha Greyrat! I can't wait to learn more magic. I've been studying hard.” With a bit of arrogance, she put her hands on her hips and pushed her chest out. That amount of confidence was refreshing.

Turning to Paul, I had a lingering question. “Where is the third girl? I was told your disciple would be joining us.”

“Umm....” Shyly, Sylphie rose. Then, as if remembering something, she stood up straight. “My name is Sylphiette. I want to learn how to better use magic while sword fighting. Thank you for accepting me as your student.”

As she returned to her seat, I realized the mistake I had made. The two demons had been this one elf, and she was a girl. “I-I'm so sorry. I confused you for a boy.” I bowed in apology for the second time that day. “Please forgive me, Sylphie.”

“It's fine.” Looking up at my new student, I realized she hadn't lost her confidence with my continued mistakes. “I'll hold my head high, just like you said.”

The first few months in Buena Village proved that this tutoring job would be far easier than the last. Aisha was a genuine prodigy, needing only the most minor of instruction to understand any subject she couldn't grasp on her own. While I had feared Norn would be demotivated after seeing her sister's continued success, she instead found great joy in finally understanding magic. She struggled more, but given Aisha's independent streak, I was able to give her the extra attention she needed.

That left Sylphie. She had a strong grasp of wind magic and only needed some additional aid when she was learning the other common fields. She wasn't on Aisha's level, but I was certain she was putting in the time outside of our classes to keep her progress from stagnating. However, given her unique application of magic, her studies soon devolved into research.

Any time Jenius sent me more material on shortened incantations, Sylphie and I would pour over the documents to try and understand the practice of shortening spells. He had also taken it upon himself to send material on silent casting, though it was mostly anecdotal evidence and diaries, which I had seen during my time at the university. Jenius had talked me out of pursuing the topic of silent casting when it inconvenienced him before, so this might have been his way of trying to make amends.

One day, when we weren't making much progress, I brought up something that I had been noticing for a while. “Hey, Sylphie.”

“Yes, teacher?”

“Are you growing your hair out?”

“Yeah.” She took a strand in her hand and started twisting it. “Is that weird?”

I chuckled. She was getting better about standing up for herself, but still had these small moments of insecurity. “No, I think it looks nice. I just thought you kept it short so it wouldn't get in the way during sword practice.”

Sylphie looked morose for a second. I worried I had stepped on another landmine, when she looked at my hair. “I guess you'll just need to help me braid it once it's long enough.”

“I'd be happy to.” Going back to my research, I realized Aisha had picked up one of my documents. “Do you need help, Aisha?”

“I got through the book I was reading.” With a look of wonder and excitement, she pointed at the research. It was one of the stories of a magician that could use silent casting. “This looks fun! Can I join you guys?”

“Roxy! I need help!” Norn, on the other hand, was struggling again.

“I'll be right there!” Getting up to go help her sister, I pointed at the papers in Aisha's hands. “You can read those. Just don't mix them up.”

As I moved to help Norn, I caught a glimpse of Sylphie out of the corner of my eye. She seemed to still be admiring my braids. I was happy she was starting to like her own hair. It helped ease the guilt I held for how I treated her at first.

By the end of the first year, Aisha had taken the lead on our shortened casting research.

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-Sylphiette-

Four years passed by in a flash. Early on, it was clear Aisha was a genius. She managed to learn shortened casting faster than even Roxy. Even more impressive, she managed to cast without incantations at all. The materials we received made it seem as though it was just a common fairy tale, but she could use silent magic. There were severe limitations though, like using more mana than usual and requiring intense focus. While I could replicate the effect when using healing magic, shortening incantations was the most I could manage with all other spells. Despite her best efforts, Roxy couldn't silently cast at all, instead growing content with mastering shortened casting.

Norn was fine with only learning traditional magic, instead focusing on her swordsmanship. Unsurprisingly, she managed to manifest a perfect battle aura within months of me learning the technique. With that, we had both risen to the rank of Advanced swordswomen. However, while I had only gained the title in North God style, Norn had attained it in all three school. That meant, I stopped holding back.

“Hyah!” I surged forward, using a gust of wind to increase my speed. At the same time, I began chanting again. Norn was careful, blocking my charging assault while listening for if I would shorten the incantation or use the traditional method. She would need to adapt depending on how quickly she could expect the spell.

“Nice try!” She kicked me away, knocking the wind out of me. While the normal form of spell casting could maintain itself even after being interrupted, a shortened spell would fail if it couldn't be completed in one go. With that kick, she had canceled my spell. Meanwhile, Norn's stance was firm, solidified by her battle aura. She stepped into the kick smoothly, following it into a dash. I tried to block, restarting my incantation. I barely managed to fend off her attacks when I launched another spell.

A gust of wind buffeted Norn, but she was prepared. She held her ground, splitting the gale with an upward slash, her aura scattering the mana of my spell. With her sword overhead, she held it in both hands and slashed downwards. I went to block, but the force of the strike slammed my sword down, forcing me to one knee and allowing her blade to strike my shoulder. With a gasp of pain, I yielded.

“Good work.” Norn held out her hand, which I took. “You shouldn't use shortened casting that close to me. It leaves you wide open.”

“That's why I thought you wouldn't expect it.” I was on a losing streak, ever since she had become an advanced swordswoman. She wasn't slowing down either. “Still trying to use the Longsword of Light?”

“Yeah...” Norn was determined to become even stronger than Paul. Right now, they were on even ground, but the way forward was clear. Paul didn't know the specifics of how a Water God or North God became a saint, but the Sword God style required mastering their signature technique. A single overhead strike that would crush any opponent: The Longsword of Light. “I can feel it. I'll master it any day now.”

“I'm sure you will.” Norn was a hard worker. She had already surpassed me. I was certain she'd surpass Paul next. Looking over to him, I shouted. “How are things going?”

Paul and Aisha were sparring. Once Roxy was able to help her past any roadblocks she faced while studying magic, Aisha began studying the blade as well. She was still struggling to learn the intermediate techniques, so she wasn't supposed to be using magic while sparring. However...

A pillar of earth shot up under Paul's foot. Aisha smirked, one hand outstretched at his foot, thinking she had gained the upper hand. Instead, Paul smacked her wrist, disarming her, before tapping her on the head. “We've been over this. No magic yet. You always leave yourself wide open.”

“Fine...” She healed her hand, then picked her sword up again. “Can I train with Sylphiette some more?”

With a sigh, Paul scratched his head. “That's up to her. What do you think?” As much as he was strict, he still had trouble flat out telling his daughters no. So, he deflected to me when possible.

“Sorry, Aisha. Forms first. Then we'll mix in magic.”

“Boo!” Aisha pouted, but soon focused again. While swordplay wasn't her strong suit, she wanted to follow in my footsteps. She was my clingy little sister.

“Sylphie!” As I prepared to take my break, Roxy called out to me. “I'm going out to water the fields. Would you mind joining me?”

“Of course!” I tossed my sword to Norn, who deftly swiped it out of the air. “Sorry, Norn.”

“You guys have fun.” I saw a glimmer in her eye, as she started approaching Paul. “Daddy, it's my turn!”

“No fair! You just finished up with Sylphiette! You know daddy's working tonight!”

As the sisters began bickering over who got to spar with Paul, Roxy and I headed out.

The storm clouds gathered with the swirl of her staff. The rain began to fall, as fields of plants were quenched. A recent drought was threatening to cause issues for the local farmers, so Roxy stepped in to supply them with rain until the natural storms returned. I had seen it many times over the years, but my teacher's magic was always a beautiful sight.

“That should do it.” Roxy lowered her staff, turning to me with a bit of a grimace. “You really should take shelter when you join me. I wouldn't want you catching a cold.”

“I don't want to miss a moment of your casting.” I smiled at her, ignoring how soaked I was. Roxy wore a hat fitting a magician, which protected her from the rain. Meanwhile, I had no such cover. I had outgrown my hooded jacket. When my father offered to replace it, I declined. I didn't need to hide anymore. Although, it would have been useful in these situations.

With a sigh, Roxy cast another spell, summoning a small mound of dirt in front of her. “At the very least, let me fix you hair.”

I flipped my braid over my shoulder to get a better look. It had started to unfurl, very near to becoming a mangled mess. “Yes, teacher.”

Sitting in front of her, Roxy started unbinding my hair, preparing to re-braid it. “I'm surprised you kept growing this out. When we met, it was so short.”

“Well, when I saw your hair, I wanted to try it.” I recalled how her twin braids looked so pretty on that day. I wanted something similar, but preferred the single braid. It felt nice to express my femininity. “It makes me feel beautiful.”

“It's certainly looks fetching on you.” My cheeks blushed. I wasn't used to compliments on my appearance. “Now, let's review. How did I form the clouds?”

“Yes, teacher.” I began to recite our recent lessons on combined magic. To create greater effects or maintain spells for longer, different schools of magic worked in tandem. All us girls were preparing to learn the Saint tier water magic Cumulonimbus, one of Roxy's greatest spell. A part of me was delighted to be able to reach the same heights as the woman I respected. Another part of me wished that day would never come...

“Good.” Either in reference to my recital or her finishing my braid, Roxy declared we were done. “Now, I think that's enough time.”

“Time for what?” I questioned. I couldn't think of a reason we'd need to be buying time.

“Oh! Umm... Uh...” Roxy must have been keeping a secret and nearly let it slip. She had a habit of making tiny mistakes, and the way she tried to cover for them was always so cute. “Right! Laundry! I had hung it out. It should be dry by now.”

“Of course.” I giggled, knowing she must have something else in mind. “Then, shall we return.”

“Yes. Let's go.” She shyly avoided my eyes. I wondered what she was really buying time for?

When we returned to the Greyrat house, I was surprised to find my mother there. She was helping Zenith and Lilia prepare a large meal. Norn and Aisha were setting up the table, when they noticed our return. Roxy looked a bit bashful, as she scratched her chin. “I guess they needed more time.”

“What's going on?” I asked, genuinely confused. I thought I would have heard about something this extravagant.

“I guess the cat's out of the bag.” My mother came over to great us. “Happy Birthday, Sylphiette.” With that, she pulled me into a hug. “You're finally an adult.”

“Oh!” I had forgotten, since we only celebrate birthdays every five years. Having turned fifteen, this would be my third and final celebration. “Thank you, mother.”

We all enjoyed the elaborate feast. My previous birthdays had been smaller affairs with my mother and father, but this year the monsters were acting up. Both my father and Paul had been working late, to avoid any midnight raids. When my mother had mentioned the prospect of celebrating with just the two of us, Zenith had insisted they host us. While I still would have liked to have my father and Paul attend, having the company of my mother and the Greyrat women was more than enough.

As we finished dinner, Lilia put Aisha and Norn to bed, despite their resistance. They wanted to spend more time with me, but everyone could tell they were starting to doze off. I gave them each a hug, before they were herded off. I also expected it would be time for us to leave, but it seemed my mother was settled in for a late night.

“I'm so grateful to you and Paul.” My mother was talking to Zenith. “You've done so much for our Sylphiette.”

“Mother...” My parents had tried their best, but they could only do so much on their own. I could see how their lives improved once I started relying on the Greyrats. I had always held some guilt over how selfishly I'd taken their time, especially once they had two daughters of their own.

“Don't worry about it.” Zenith broke me out of my thoughts, her shinning smile as radiant as ever. “She needed the help and we had the time to spare. She's been such a good friend to Aisha and Norn. Everyone here considers her family.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Zenith.” I could feel tears start to sting my eyes. I didn't think I deserved her compassion.

“Hey, no crying on your big day.” Zenith playfully scolded me for getting emotional, when Lilia came back into the kitchen. She was carrying a wooden crate. Reaching in, Zenith pulled out a bottle. “Let's lighten up the mood a bit.”

Five cups were pulled out, each filled to the brim with a sweet smelling wine. When I realized one was meant for me, I tried to decline. “I've never had alcohol before, and this seems expensive. I shouldn't.”

“Now, don't be rude.” My mother teased, taking a drink from her cup. “You should accept when offered a drink.”

“Plus, you're an adult now. No better time to start.” Zenith raised her cup for a toast. Roxy followed adventurer convention and joined her.

Realizing I wasn't going to be allowed to back down, I tapped my cups to theirs. “Well then, Cheers!”

-Roxy-

I took my time drinking my wine, not wanting to risk intoxication in uncharted territory. I knew what to expect of Zenith, as we'd shared a few cups over the last couple of years. Lilia was also reserved, never drinking more than a single cup in a night. Sylphie's mother managed to keep her composure, even as she began to sway. The wild card was Sylpie. Being her first night drinking, I needed to be prepared for whatever state she might end up in after a few cups.

“Teacher!” My caution was well warranted. Sylphie had taken my arm for herself, clinging to me in a drunken stupor. “Do you think my hair is pretty?”

“Yes. You take very good care of it. It looks lovely.” I prepared myself for a long night, slowly sipping my drink in attempt to avoid being topped off.

“I love your hair too!” Syphie stroked one of my braids. Despite her inebriation, she was careful never to tug or pull in an uncomfortable way. “It's pretty! Just like you!”

“Keep flirting like that and you'll make me jealous.” Zenith leaned over, snickering as she filled Sylphie's cup once again. She had taken up the seat on her other side. It seemed she had always planned to liqueur up the inexperienced girl.

“But Teacher is the best!” Sylphie held me tighter, a bit more-so than I found comfortable. “She's my favorite teacher!”

“Boo!” Zenith stuck out her tongue, pretending to pout. “I was your teacher too. What does that make me?”

Sylphie gave this question serious thought, then blurted out. “Mrs. Zenith is my favorite second mom!”

“Oh, Sylphiette!” Zenith began hugging her, despite the odd specificity of her praise. I appreciated the short reprieve from being smothered by my drunken pupil.

Lilia chirped in. “What about Paul?”

Without missing a beat, Sylphie spat out with a wide grin. “Mr. Paul is my favorite scumbag!”

This caused Zenith to burst out laughing. Lilia similarly smirked at the comment. Sylphie's mother might have reprimanded her daughter, but she was starting to fall asleep in her seat.

Meanwhile, something started to bother me. “Sylphie?”

“Yes, teacher?”

“Why don't you use my name?” It had struck me as odd. Even though she was polite while addressing them, she still used Paul and Zenith's names. I was the only one she addressed solely by title.

“Because it would be embarrassing...” Sylphie became oddly quiet, in spite of her intoxication.

“Come now. It will be easy once you try it.” My drink must have been getting to me, because I felt like joining in on the teasing. “Go ahead. Say it. R-o-x-y.”

“R-” Sylphie started to blush, but forced herself through. In a whisper, she called my name. “...roxy...”

“Good girl.” I began patting her head, which seemed to set her off.

“Roxy!” She squeezed me so tight. I sometimes forgot she had well trained muscles on her small frame. As I struggled to escape her clutches, she kept squealing. “Roxy! Roxy! Roxy! You're my favorite, Roxy!”

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-Roxy-

My time as the Greyrat's teacher was coming to an end. I had been hired around Aisha and Norn's fifth birthdays, and as their tenth approached, they were thinking about their futures. Both were determined to continue studying magic and swordplay. It seemed they saw each other as rivals, both striving to attain skills they envied the other for having. To that end, I suggested they attend the Ranoa Magic University. That would allow them to continue their studies, while also gaining life experience in a larger town than Buena Village. The chance to study at my Alma Mater was all it took for them to be convinced.

So, we planned for the final exam to take place a week before our departure. Following their graduation, we'd all prepare for the journey to Sharia, the town which housed the magic university. I would accompany them at Paul's request, which was fortunate, as I wished to hand deliver our alternative casting research to Jenius. After that, I would need to find new employment. With that, My plans, as well as those of the Greyrat siblings, were set in stone. That only left my third student's future up in the air.

I had been concerned about Sylphie for a good while. She'd been acting odd. Sometimes, she'd stay at my side, much to the chagrin of Paul, Aisha and Norn, who she would neglect on those days. Other times, she'd be distant, avoiding contact with me for as long as possible. This ebb and flow of her mood had been ongoing ever since we'd set the final exam in stone.

On the day of the test, Sylphie had plans in the morning. It seemed strange, as she knew we'd be doing the casting in the fields by noon. There wouldn't be much time beforehand, but she told us she would catch up if she missed us. Sure enough, we had to depart without her. I worried she was in one of her distant moods and might skip the test entirely.

As we reached the city limits, still a good hours walk from our destination, we ran across an unusual scene. One of the boys from the village was talking to Sylphie. Whatever they were discussing, he seemed to be disappointed with the direction things had gone. With slumped shoulders, he headed back to town.

Noticing us, Sylphie ran to join our party. “Hello, Teacher. Sorry for being late.”

“That's fine.” Looking back at the depressed boy, I couldn't withhold my curiosity. “What were you two discussing?”

With a blush, Sylphie flipped her hair over her shoulder. She had gained a habit of twirling her braid when she was nervous. “Nothing important.”

Clearly it was important to the two of them, given both of their reactions, but I wasn't going to pry into the affairs of two young adults. “Very well. Shall we get going?”

Cumulonimbus is unlike my usual weather magic. It's a spell designed to ravage armies on the field of battle, sowing discourse for any caught unawares. Rain came down in sheets, thunder boiled through the clouds, and lightning lashed out in unpredictable intervals. After demonstrating what the destructive deluge should look like, I dispersed the spell. From the cover of the earthen shelter I set up for my students, Norn and Aisha looked on in awe. Verbal descriptions couldn't compare to the genuine fury of a Saint Tier Spell.

“Now, who wants to try first?”

Norn nervously started to rise, but Aisha was faster. “Me! I'll go first!”

Aisha came out of the shelter, quick to raise her hands to the skies. Wordlessly, she began silently casting the spell. After a moment, clouds began to gather. When it started to drizzle, it was nothing more than a standard rain spell. A few minutes went by. I was about to step in, when she began chanting the incantation. Learning her limits was Aisha's greatest weakness, so I was proud she was able to accept that she couldn't use silent casting when trying to manage such a powerful spell. Once the full squall was in effect for thirty minutes, I told her she could dispel it. I would have preferred she kept it going for an hour, but she had clearly proven her mettle and we had two more students to test.

“Very good. You pass, Water Saint Aisha.”

“Someday, I'll manage it without a single word.” Pushing her chest out, she proudly accepted the title.

“I'm next!” Norn shot up, quickly running to my side. She pulled out her wand, a present from when she mastered elementary magic.

“Still need your pacifier?” Aisha teased, but I smacked her head with my staff. “Ow!”

“There is no shame in using an aid when casting. Even I have my staff.” I looked up at the blue crystal resting in the crest of my magical tool. “It is merely an extension of one's self. Like a sword to a swordswoman. Even you and Sylphie need to direct your magic with your hands.”

“Sorry...” Aisha was often scolded, but she still took it pretty badly when it happened. She trudged off to take shelter with Sylphie, lacking the luster she had from passing the test.

“Norn, you may proceed.”

Norn was nervous, which reflected in her casting. She took her time, careful not to misspeak when chanting. It took as long for Aisha to start using incantations as it did for Norn to finish her chanting. Once it began, she struggled to maintain it. Luckily, that meant a dull rumble here and there, with a substantial amount of rain coming down. However, it broke apart after a couple of minutes. I allowed her to retry, but after an hour, she had simply repeated to fail over and over. As much as it pained me, I had to call it off.

“I'm sorry, Norn.” I had her turn to me. She was crying, clearly frustrated over her failure. I rubbed her head, letting her get it all out. When the tears stopped, I continued. “You are already doing so well. Given a few more years of study, I'm sure you'll become a Water Saint too.”

Wiping away her tears, Norn nodded to me. “Thank you, Roxy.”

That only left one student. “Sylphie, it's your turn.”

“Huh?” Once again, she seemed to be lost in thought. Coming back to reality, she started to rise. “Oh, right.”

“Are you ready?” I wanted to offer her some time, maybe taking the test another day, but our schedules where set. It needed to be today.

“Yes, Teacher.” Sylphie prepared herself for the spell.

Unlike the other two, Sylphie cast the incantation with no issue. Without the pride or hesitation the other two struggled with, she was off to a good start. However, I could tell she was forcing herself through one of her detached moods, just going through the motions. I worried, but if her mind was elsewhere, the results should have been a similar loss of vigor that Norn's spell had. That was what I expected, anyways.

“Sylphie.”

As the storm raged, it began to grow tense. While the rain and thunder subsided, there wasn't the same relief a failing spell should have had.

“Sylphie?”

My calls went unheard, as the wind picked up and the sky started to churn. The eye of the storm began to widen, the clouds surrounding it starting to circle. As a funnel began to form, I realized this was much worse than a simple failed spell.

“Sylphie!”

-Sylphiette-

My mind was elsewhere. I had been in a state of unrest since the Greyrats had decided to send Norn and Aisha off. I would miss them, but the greater loss would be Roxy. She would travel with them, then find a new life outside of Buena Village. Meanwhile, I'd still be here. I'd have my family. Paul, Zenith and Lilia would still be there for me. But, I'd lose the person I respected the most.

Roxy had come into my life five years ago, but it felt like she was always there for me. She taught me magic, of course, but she also taught me how to live as myself. I hated my hair, thought it caused nothing but trouble. Then, Roxy said I needed to accept who I was and I found the beauty in it. I was able to express my femininity after having it stolen, and she supported me every step of the way. Paul may have given me the strength to defend the boy my bullies turned me into, but Roxy gave me the confidence to become the woman I wanted to be.

When I was lost in that haze of impending loss, one of those bullies called me out. By some twist of fate, he wanted to meet the morning of our final test. I'd still have a week before Roxy left, but it was the last day she'd be my teacher. I should have just ignored him, but this felt like a chance to show my growth. Whatever he threw at me, I'd be fine. I could live without Roxy.

I expected a fight, or at least some insults, but instead it was an apology. He had spent the last few years feeling guilty about how he'd treated me as a child. Even more surprising, he confessed his feelings. I was shocked that he could go from hating me to expressing his affection. It seemed my feminine charms had done him in. I was given the chance to forge a new path, as a woman with a man.

Even if it wasn't this boy, one of my former tormentors, I could find a new life with a lover. I didn't need to get hung up on Roxy. When we parted ways, I could move on. The moment that thought entered my mind, my heart sank.

“Sylphie.”

My stomach felt empty. Picturing myself with some man, it just felt wrong. I knew that I needed to let Roxy go, but it tore me up inside.

“Sylphie?”

My emotions started to go out of control. Dread, fear, envy. The thought of someone else having me. The thought of Roxy being with...

“Sylphie!”

I snapped to attention. Where a savage storm should have been taking place, a funnel of clouds was descending. Confused, I tried to stop chanting, only to find I hadn't been using an incantation. Still the mana flowed from me. I could feel the control of the wind, just like I felt when using silent healing magic.

“Stop the spell! Now!” Roxy was terrified. I had never seen her lose her composure like that. “If you lose control, we could all die!”

I looked back to the spiraling storm. The cyclone was reaching out for the ground. I could feel its path. I wasn't afraid. “I can control it.”

Roxy was stunned. She tried to respond, but kept stopping to think. Finally, she looked at me with a stern stare. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.” I held it off, keeping it meters from the ground, restraining its growth. “Should I stop?”

Another moment passed as she thought, before shaking her head. She cast a spell to reinforce the stone shelter around Aisha and Norn, then turned to me. “Keep it like this for ten minutes. Then, slow it until it dissipates.”

“Right!”

I did as I was told. The longer it went, the less cooperative the winds were. Despite my control, I needed to strengthen my restraints with every passing moment. This unfamiliar form of wind magic was far more draining than when it was guided by incantations. When I got the signal to dispel the storm, I slowly calmed the winds. They began to rest, slowing to a breeze, until the clouds I formed parted. The sun was near-blinding as it broke through the overcast. Only then did I realize how shallow my breathing had become. With a deep breath, I regained my composure.

“Sylphie.” Roxy stood before me. I was uncertain what came next. While I had controlled the storm, it was unlike the Cumulonimbus she had shown us. With a gulp, I waited for my teacher's judgment. “You failed the test.”

My heart sank. I knew this was my one shot and I blew it. “I understand.”

“I don't think you do.” With a grin, Roxy turned to the field where the funnel had rested just above the surface. “There is no doubt you failed to cast Cumulonimbus. I can't grant you the rank of Water Saint.” Turning back to me, she motioned to the unmarked grasslands. “However, you managed to summon and control Tornado with no prior practice or research. A single slip up would have left this entire area decimated.” Smiling up at me, she declared. “Only a Wind Saint could manage such a feat. Congratulations, Sylphie.”

The joy that filled me was indescribable. Acknowledgment from Roxy of my skill, becoming a Saint in my own way, the look of pride on her face. I couldn't help but reach out and hug her. “Thank you, teacher!”

After a brief moment of hesitation, she began to pat my back. “Now, I expect you to keep studying. Next time we meet, I'm certain you'll be a Water Saint as well.”

“Oh...” With a reminder of her impending departure, I lost most of my excitement. Still, I needed to stay strong. “Yes, teacher.”

“What was that?” Aisha ran over. “You have to teach me!”

“You know we have to get ready for the trip.” Norn followed shortly behind, bursting her sister's bubble. “Good job, Sylphiette.”

The four of us chatted as we returned to Buena Village. The final test over, we had all graduated. Before long, these three would depart, and I would be left behind.

“Can you help me pack some things?” Roxy was in the middle of getting her belongings packed. With how much material had trickled in over five years, and how many we'd produced ourselves, she was having trouble sorting it all on her own.

“Sure.” I came up to her room, which looked like a library had exploded. Piles of papers lined most of the floor. A little confused by the chaos, I looked to Roxy. “What's going on?”

Crouching down, she started shuffling through a pile. “I'm trying to lighten the load, so I'm disposing of any redundant documents.” Comparing two sheets, she folded one, leaning over to drop it into a crate full of folded paper. “While I focus on this, can you clear off my desk? I'll let you know where things go.”

A little less confident in how much I could help, I walked around the piles to reach her desk. Ironically, it was immaculate. There were three neatly sorted piles of papers, with some spare parchment and an empty inkwell at the center. Pulling the first pile out, I was surprised to see unfamiliar handwriting.

The pile was a collection of letters. Each one had the same messy handwriting. While the contents were nothing that impressive, mainly life updates, there were dozens of them. Turning to Roxy, I held up one of the letters. “What are these?”

Looking up for a moment, she returned to her sorting as she explained. “Those are from my former student. She sends me a letter once a month. I'm impressed she's been keeping it up for so long.”

“Right.” I looked at the pile. Over fifty letters on a fixed schedule. Whoever this student was, she was clearly as enraptured with Roxy as I was. That gave me a comforting thought. “It will be nice to stay in touch like this.”

“We can certainly try.”

The offhand comment took me off guard. “What do you mean?”

Still shuffling through papers, she explained. “I've been able to stay in touch because I've lived here for so long. Once I start traveling, it will become much harder to receive letters until I settle down again.”

“Oh. That makes sense.” My enthusiasm died, as I realized I may not have the same privilege as her previous student. A part of me was envious. I knew I shouldn't, but I started to resent this fortunate girl. Such dedication showed she was enamored with Roxy. I felt she might try to steal her away, not that she was mine to keep. I wouldn't remain by her side much longer either. I memorized the name despite myself: Eris Boreas Greyrat.

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-Sylphiette-

It was the day before the Sharia-bound group would depart Buena Village. I had been dreading its arrival, and that showed when I was practicing with Paul. I was getting sloppy, making mistakes I shouldn't, but I just couldn't focus.

“Okay, stop.” Without even landing a blow, Paul ended the spar. “What's wrong? I've never seen you this out of it.”

“Nothing.” I knew there was no point in complaining. I had been living off of the Greyrat's generosity for years. Even being Roxy's student was an unreasonable gift that I hadn't earned. Going to the University was out of the question, not that I really wanted to attend. Even joining their group would cause all sorts of issues with supplies. Better to just shove it down, drown it out with practice. “Let's keep going.”

“Hmm...” Paul was staring at me. I felt uncomfortable. Whatever he was thinking, it was unsettling how intensely he focused on me. “How about we chat?”

“About what?” I didn't mind talking. As long as I wasn't left with my own thoughts.

“What do you want to do in the future?”

“The future?”

“Yeah. You're already sixteen. Surely you've put some thought into what you want to do?”

“Not really. I don't have the means to leave town. I guess I'll join you and father protecting the village? It's the only thing I can do.”

“Hey.” Paul gave me a serious look. “What you can do and what you want to do are separate things.” He could tell I didn't want to talk, but he was going to force it out of me. “What do you want to do?”

“I...” I swallowed my words. It felt wrong to keep taking. I felt like I had never given back as much as the Greyrats gave. Still, Paul insisted. “I want to go to Sharia.”

“And then?”

“Huh?” I looked at him, confused. “Then, what?”

“You're in Sharia. Now what?”

“I...” Paul wasn't letting me take the easy way out either. I guess I'd just lay it all out. “I want to stay with Tea- with Roxy.” I could feel my face burning, admitting what I really wanted.

“What next?”

“Next?”

“You're in Sharia. You're with Roxy. Are you going to just follow her around like a puppy?”

“No! I don't want to depend on her.” I thought about the last five years. In fact, my entire life was being supported by others. “I want to support her.”

“And how will you do that? Supporting both yourself and Roxy?”

That push finally made me give my future serious thought. I had been so caught up on staying by Roxy's side, I hadn't considered anything beyond that. My whole life was focused on refining my skills. What could I put those skills towards. Then, I remembered the stories Paul shared with me all those years ago. I knew that Roxy had a similar past. It felt like the perfect work for someone like me.

“I want to be an adventurer.”

Paul smirked, pointing his sword at me. “Now, that's an answer.” Withdrawing his sword, resting the blade on his shoulder, he stared off towards his house. “I actually have a job perfect for an adventurer, but I'm not sure I can leave it in the hands of an Advanced North God.”

“I'm also a Wind Saint.” I smirked. I had an idea where he was going with this.

“Nah, I'll need a swordswoman at least as strong as Norn.”

Norn had risen to the rank of Sword Saint, higher than even Paul had managed, when she mastered the Long Sword of Light. I hadn't bested her since. Even Paul struggled to keep up with her. There was only one way to prove I was her equal. “How can I become a North Saint?”

Paul looked at me with pride. Then, a fire started to burn in his eyes. “The North God practitioners aren't picky about who rises in rank. If you can beat me, then I think you've earned the title.”

I gulped. I still hadn't won a spar with Paul in years, despite trying my hardest. Not only that, there was another issue at hand. “Did you ever stop holding back?”

“I won't be today.” Pointing at the horizon, he declared. “You have until the sun sets. If you can land a strike by then, you'll be a North Saint. Then, the job is yours.”

I could feel the mana surrounding him. He had long since been using his battle aura against me, but today it felt more solid. It was the same energy I felt when I was sparring with Norn. I could tell he was serious today. Taking up my sword, I readied myself. “I won't fail.”

“Good!” With a shout, Paul lunged at me.

Hours went by. The sun had sunken so low. There were minutes left until sundown. Sweat poured off of me. I had come so close countless times, but Paul always had some trick to evade my strikes. I felt I had one last push in me, before I'd have to accept defeat.

“Sylphie.” Paul called my name. I looked him in the eye. He was smiling. “You got this.”

“Right!” I rose, ready to claim victory. I knew Paul wouldn't hold back just so I'd win in time. I had to live up to his expectations. I needed to use every trick in the book to claim victory.

I charge, striking quickly to lock him into blocking. I threw caution to the wind, using shortened spells to try and gain a foothold. Paul wouldn't let me though. He crouched down, swiping up some dirt and throwing it in my face.

Coughing, I went on the defensive, barely keeping up with his heavy and swift strikes. I tried sidestepping, hoping he'd stumble, but his stance was too firm. His battle aura made every step sure and solid. My maneuver merely weakened my position, allowing him to knock me back. I barely avoided losing my footing. If I fell now, I'd have no hope of winning before the sun sank below the horizon.

Glancing to the sky, I saw I had only moments left. Paul would be on me in a second. I decided to use my one trick he didn't know about. It was an all or nothing gamble, since he'd immediately adapt once he knew what I had learned. I lured him in, ready to end this.

Paul began slashing at me, but I blocked, locking him into a stalemate. Sword against sword, I began to chant. Shortened as it was, Paul moved to strike. He lifted his boot, ready to kick me. As his foot shot forward, I went flying.

A second's hesitation. A moment of confusion. That was all it took. I had shot straight up, wind magic lifting me into the air, despite my incantation not finishing. As Paul looked up, he slashed where I was, but another spell sent me over his head. Before he could turn around, one final spell sent me crashing to the ground. Following the last light of the sun as it dipped beyond the horizon, my blade raked Paul across the back. I had won.

Paul began to laugh, turning to look at me. “Silent wind magic? When did you learn that?”

“During Roxy's...” I panted, barely able to stand after expending so much mana at once. “...final test.” I fell to my knee, barely keeping myself from collapsing.

“Well, North Saint Sylphie, you got the job. Make sure to protect my girls, alright?”

“Of-” I choked, still struggling to catch my breath. “Of course!”

Paul sat down in front of me. I took the chance to lower myself into a sitting position, which helped with my breathing. “I know you feel like you owe us a lot, but we helped you as a child. You're an adult now. That's a fresh start. You earned this job. You don't owe us anything.” He chuckled, before adding. “Although, you could repay us by visiting every once in a while.”

“You won't be able to keep me away.” I smiled. The Greyrats were like a second family to me. I couldn't imagine not repaying them in some way, but I understood I couldn't let that hold me back.

“There's one thing I want you to remember.” I sat up straighter, ready to pay close attention. “Make sure whatever girl you find treats you right.”

Paul had a smirk that said he knew me better than I knew myself. I chuckled, before replying. “I'm certainly dashing enough.”

“Damn right, you are!”

The next day, I collected what few belongings I would need, said goodbye to my parents, and met everyone at the Greyrat estate. They had bought a carriage for the trip, which we'd sell in Sharia to cover part of Aisha and Norn's tuition. When loading up the ration and supplies, I asked about the extra resources we'd need now that I was coming along. Roxy informed me that we would simply hunt for meat and gather plants when we ran low. She called it 'good practice for an adventurer'. It seems her and Paul had discussed things the night before, so she already knew my plans of becoming an adventurer. When I mentioned wanting her to join my party, she seemed a bit surprised, but accepted without a fuss.

After only an hour on the road, Aisha spoke up. “So, what kind of husband do you guys want?”

Her sister looked at her with suspicion. “Why bring that up out of nowhere?”

“Because I'm curious.” Norn and I both knew what this was about, which was confirmed when Aisha continued without a pause. “For me, I want a Cute man. A guy who's not too masculine. Someone confident and intelligent. He'll need to support me, even if he has to make personal sacrifices.” With a look of confidence, she turned to Norn. “What about you?”

A bit bashful, her sister took her time replying. “I don't need to a guy who sacrifices everything for me. I'd rather be the one supporting him. I'd want someone who's mature. He needs to be handsome and brave.”

“Sounds like you're describing daddy.”

Norn, taken off guard, quickly added. “Most importantly, he has to only have eyes for me!”

“Nice save.”

“Shut up!”

“What about you, Roxy?” Ignoring her sister's outburst, Aisha called out to Roxy, who was steering the carriage.

After a few seconds, seeming to consider whether she should really join in, Roxy began describing her ideal. “I used to have a dream. I'd dive into a labyrinth, and find myself in danger. Then, I'd be rescued by a young adventurer. Tall, manly and fashionable. Then, once he suffered some tragedy, I would comfort him, as our love bloomed.”

“That's so romantic.” Norn looked star struck. She had always been enraptured by tales of adventure, so it made sense she'd find Roxy's fantasy so appealing.

“Romantic and foolish.” Roxy became more stern. “Once you enter a labyrinth, you'll understand how naive I was to dream of such an encounter. They are far too dangerous to expect anything so fanciful. A single mistake can result in death.”

The carriage went silent for a minute, before Aisha set her curious eyes on me, looking to liven things up again. “Sylphiette, it's your turn. Who's your type?”

“I don't have one. My experience with boys hasn't been the best...”

“Oh, right...” Aisha's attempt to lighten the mood had backfired spectacularly. The ride was silent for a good while after that.

I had lied. I knew exactly the type of person I would want. They were intelligent and caring, if a little clueless. Skilled and experienced, but still a bit clumsy. Despite their small stature, they had the worldliness to help me find my true self. Whether they were a man or not didn't really matter. I'd love them all the same.

Part of me knew for a long time, but it felt good to admit this to myself.

I loved Roxy

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-Roxy-

The trip to Sharia was thankfully uneventful. The weather remained relatively calm. No monsters wandered from the forests. Our horses remained in good health. Even the few bandits that were interested in our carriage were easily dispatched. However, no matter how lucky we got, the trip across the continent took several months.

Aisha grew impatient very quickly. She took to buying books when we found cities large enough to justify selling such a luxury. Even then, she'd finish them quickly, only to grow bored again. After a few weeks, she began copying the contents to fill the time, selling both the original and the copies to be replaced with another set of tomes. It got to be such a profitable venture that I needed to limit the amount of books, both filled and empty, she brought along. Otherwise, we would have started to overburden our carriage.

Between her reading and transcribing, she'd demand lessons in mixing swordplay with magic. She had always preferred learning from Sylphie, since they shared the same fighting style. However, after Sylphie defeated Paul, it was like the young woman had become Aisha's idol. Ironically enough, being instructed to do the same basic practice that she had neglected for years suddenly became gospel coming from a North Saint.

Norn, on the other hand, had no time for boredom. After failing to cast Cumulonimbus before our departure, she spent every waking moment studying through the same textbooks we spent years reviewing. While no new information could be gathered, solidifying her understanding of the basics of magic proved to aid her greatly.

As you'd expect, she relied on both myself and Sylphie to help her when she was still struggling on her own. What came as a surprise was her newfound reliance on Aisha. It didn't happen at once, but as Aisha's boredom grew, her tolerance of Norn's difficulties began to increase. When she had the patience, Aisha would instruct Norn directly. When that ran dry, she'd rewrite sections of the well-worn text, hoping to explain it in a manner that made more sense to her sister. By the time we reached the Red Dragon's Upper Jaw, which separated the Asura and Ranoa kingdoms, they were closer than I'd ever seen them in Buena Village.

Part of that mutual respect was likely forged in Norn's continued dedication to the blade. Without Paul there, the sisters had to share Sylphie. Lacking the second teacher or comforts of their home, they both had nothing better to do but watch the other train while waiting for their turn. In Norn, Aisha was able to see a swordswoman of greater strength than anyone else in her life. Likewise, Norn began to see Aisha as a stubborn spell caster who was neglecting her potential with a sword. That renewed understanding of each other gave them the perspective to accept help from the other, no longer feeling a need to constantly bicker as they had in the past.

As for Sylphie, she had regained her usual energy once she joined us on our trip.

The night before our departure, Paul had asked for one final drink together. While I had been hesitant to let down my guard around Paul when we first met, by the time my employment was coming to an end, I had come to accept he had no interest in me. It seemed the Notos Greyrats, the branch from which Paul descended, had an affinity for large breasted woman. Between this and the beastfolk obsession the Boreas Greyrats held, I was determined to avoid the other two branches, lest one have a familial affliction for small woman such as myself.

At any rate, that was when Paul explained Sylphie's depressive state. It seems she had been holding back the desire to journey with us since its planning, worried she'd be overstepping bounds she'd set in her mind. If she had simply asked, I would have gladly accepted the additional help, especially given the length of our travel. However, she held back. Paul told me she had always been that way: fearful of rejection when those around her were more than willing to help.

Despite this explanation, I had the sense that Paul was hiding something from me. However, no matter how I poked and prodded him, he resiliently insisted it was Sylphie's secret to share. Now I understand that she wanted me join her when she became an adventurer. A rare moment of her taking the initiative would have been lost if Paul had simply given me the answer. Despite his gruff nature, it seemed he put much thought into giving her one final lesson.

Once we were on the road, Sylphie never allowed herself a moment's rest. Norn and Aisha requested lessons. She helped with setting up our camps for the night and preparing food. When we ran low on supplies between towns, she was quick to be the one hunting and gathering food. Even I was guilty of relying on her, as I taught her how to handle the horses so I might have some reprieve from driving the carriage. Yet, she was happy all the same. Once I had assured her we would adventure together, a fire within her had burst to life, never once dimming as we traveled to the snow-covered city of Sharia.

After getting Norn and Aisha's enrollment settled, Sylphie and I spent a few months going over our alternative casting research with Jenius. Aisha would join us when possible, but that wasn't often, given her new school life. Since we had last met, Jenius had become the Vice Principle of the university, so we had to work around his busy schedule as well. We took no issue with this, as it gave me time to help Sylphie take her first steps as an adventurer.

I helped Sylphie through the process of applying at Sharia's local guild. We went over the benefits and responsibilities of being an adventurer. The part I most worried going over with her was the ranking system. Everyone started out at F rank, which usually involved menial tasks within city limits. Unlike the grandeur of heroic adventures, Sylphie would need to start out helping the citizens of Sharia gather common herbs and find lost pets. For someone of her skill level, she could easily handle requests of a much higher rank, but there was no getting around the systems in place.

Thankfully, Sylphie had no issue working through the prerequisite tasks. The simple favors she did for those in town was met with a level of gratitude that shocked her. We had dealt with a good bit of discrimination on our travels, having to pay inflated rates or denied service entirely in smaller towns, to the point we ended up having Aisha handled most of our transactions. Sylphie had expected similar mistreatment here, but Sharia was different. The university was attended by all manner of people, from beastfolk to demons. Few gave her appearance any thought, only concerned with being grateful for her assistance. This was the perfect place for her to grow, unhindered by the prejudice she suffered in her youth. I was proud to see my student blossom in the environment I had taken for granted.

By the time we had gone over all of our research, experimenting with some theories that Jenius came up with in between our debriefings, Sylphie was already C Rank. That meant she was a high enough rank to start accept monster hunting jobs. It was the perfect time to depart Sharia. Jenius tried to dissuade me, offering a teaching position at the college, but I couldn't let my student- no, my partner down. I would be resuming my life as an adventurer with Sylphie. We planned to head for the east, where monsters were more plentiful and adventurers prospered. However, there was one more person standing in our way.

“Roxy! I've been waiting for you!”

The day we were scheduled to depart, Norn stood in the middle of the main road, blocking our way. She wore a dark leather jacket with a white fur collar, the symbol of a Sword Saint. She held herself with the type of self-assurance and determination that reminded me of her second cousin. If I didn't know any better, I would have thought she'd learned that crossed arms pose from Eris herself. I never would have thought a demure girl like Norn would present herself in such a manner.

What was more impressive was the crowd that surrounded her. A few dozen boys and girls, similar in age to Norn, surrounded her. They were cheering and wishing her good luck. A few were even trying to get out love confessions, but the infighting that broke out over those attempts caused their intended recipient to turn on them. “Guys! You said you'd be quiet! I knew I should have come alone!”

“What is going on here?” I looked to Sylphie, who simply shrugged, just as lost as I was. Then, from the crowd came a familiar face. “Aisha?”

The other Greyrat daughter came over to us. The way Aisha snickered made me believe she may have been behind this group of onlookers, or at least their rambunctious nature. “Hello, Roxy, Sylphiette. Norn didn't want you two leaving when there was unfinished business. I gathered her fans to help block the road.”

Sylphie put on her serious sister face, looking down at the nefarious girl. “You just wanted to tease Norn, didn't you?”

“No. I helped her study all this time. I didn't want to miss out. I even invited her fan club to support her.” Aisha seemed to be telling the truth, but after a few seconds, a smirk spread across her face. “It's not my fault if a little push made them this rowdy.”

“I knew it was you!” Norn stomped up, grabbing and shaking her sister. “You know how important this is to me!”

“Yeah, yeah.” Shaking off the furious Norn, Aisha turned back to the crowd. “Okay, everyone! Mission accomplished! For your own safety, don't follow us! Things are about to get stormy!” The crowd erupted in disappointed grumbles, but slowly, the gaggle of Norn's admirers scattered. The few that tried to linger were shooed off by Aisha.

I didn't need to ask what Norn had in mind. It was her fixation ever since her failure in Buena Village. “So, are you ready?”

Norn recovered her determined air, standing tall before me. “Yes!”

The four of us went to the outskirts of town. It was nostalgic, not only because of our test in Buena Village, but because we followed the same path I took with Jenius many years ago to first cast Cumulonimbus. It hadn't ended well, with his criticism of my technique being the spark that eventually lead to us falling out, but we had both grown since then. I wished he could have joined us on that outing, but he was far too busy to be able to take the afternoon off with no notice.

When we reached the cliff side, we were overlooking a valley. This was the ideal testing grounds for such a far reaching spell. It allowed us to cast into the distance, directing the storm away from ourselves, without losing sight of the magical tempest. I had tried to find such an overlook near Buena Village, but it was fields as far as the eye could see. Stuck casting the spell within its range, we were lucky nothing had gotten beyond our control.

“Just like before, you have one hour. Cast Cumulonimbus and maintain it for as long as possible.”

As I explained the test to Norn, she started to look nervous. She rolled her wand in her palm, afraid to look up. Much to my surprise, it was Aisha who reached out, patting her on the shoulder. “You got this.”

I hadn't realized how close the two had gotten since leaving Buena Village. The old Aisha would have degraded her, but now she was supportive. Norn nodded, forcing an unstable smile as she turned to face the valley. “I'm ready.”

Norn was far more confident in her casting this time around. She recited the incantation, only hesitating to take deep breaths. Her wand pointed skyward, the clouds began to gather. As the rain began to pour, thunder echoed in the distance. Any nerves or doubts were gone. As Norn guided the spell through to its crescendo, lightning began striking throughout the valley. She had already surpassed her previous failure, but she didn't rest. Her control was impeccable, keeping the storm in a state of steady chaos. When the hour passed, she had more than earned her title.

“Excellent work. I expected it to take much longer for you to master. You've done well, Water Saint Norn.”

Exhausted after such an intense spell, it took Norn a moment to realize what my words had meant. A smile crept onto her face, but before she could reply, Aisha tackled her. Holding her close, she praised her sister. “That was amazing! I knew you could do it!”

“Thanks.” Norn looked embarrassed, but hugged her sister back. Even after growing so close, it seemed this was beyond the level of affection Aisha had shown her. After a few moments, the pair was engulfed by a new shadow. Both looked up in surprise. “Sylphiette?”

“I'm so proud of you two.” Sylphie threw her arms around both of them, squeezing them tight. “Norn, you did so well. I know you'll grow up to do great things. Aisha, you've matured so much so quickly. Thank you for being there for your sister.” As she pulled back to look at the pair, her tears began to fall. “I'll miss you two so much.”

The two sisters tried to avoid crying, but it was a helpless struggle. All too soon, they threw themselves into Sylphie's arms, balling as hard as they could.

Norn was the first to break from her fit, looking up at Sylphie. “I'm going to become an adventurer, just like you. I'll catch up to you some day!”

“I'll keep practicing too.” Aisha smiled through the tears, trying to stay strong. “And some day, I'll be a North Saint too.”

The three broke down again, crying in each other's arms. I felt a little jealous. This was the farewell I had always desired. People I cared for laying bare their emotions as we parted ways. But, I wouldn't dare interrupt the three sisters. For the first time in their lives, Aisha and Norn would be separated from Sylphie. It wasn't my place to interfere.

As the crying subsided, Sylphie spoke up. “Don't you two have something to say to Teacher?”

Aisha and Norn parted from their big sister, coming over to me. ““Thank you, Roxy!”” In unison, they shouted their gratitude and hugged me.

I could feel them starting to sob again. A little at a loss, I simply rubbed their backs. “It was a pleasure being your teacher.”

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-Sylphiette-

After departing Sharia, Roxy and I made way for the east, where the north lands of the central continent were less developed. The intense weather and large forests meant only smaller towns were able to be formed in the rare grasslands. Given the potential for a new trade route if the terrain could be tamed, and any untapped resources that lay beyond the wilderness, the guilds in the territory thrived. Quests like monster hunting, resource gathering and caravan protection were plentiful. It was the perfect place to raise my rank as an adventurer. In a land with such a thriving guild, neither Roxy nor I were willing to take unnecessary risks. So, our progress was steady. This gave me time to adapt to my new life.

Unlike training with Paul and Norn, combat in the field was an entirely different beast. In some ways, it was easier. Monsters didn't always have the means to effectively defend themselves and few held the intelligence to predict my misdirections. In other ways, it was far more difficult. I wasn't fighting alone anymore, so part of my job was protecting Roxy. We also faced large groups of monsters frequently. Roxy told me she was in a two person party during her time at university, so she instructed me on how to properly support her. It was all I could have asked for, being her sword and shield as I was able to admire her magical prowess.

I made many mistakes, usually due to my obsession with Roxy. She would frequently scold me for putting her safety above my own. I'd throw myself haphazardly between her and a charging beast, distract hoards that she felt I didn't need to wholly occupy, and overextend myself when using silent casting. That last issue was the most damning, as I would become a liability if I overused chant-less spells. Silently healing wasn't as risky, as I could more easily refine the spells, but using wind magic without an incantation was far more draining.

On one occasion, after making another one of my careless attempts to defend Roxy, I had collapsed. She struggled to protect me while eliminating the last of the monsters we were fighting. Later, she told me my hair had started to go white and my breathing was shallow. I had used too many spells, which resulted in mana exhaustion. That was a minor case, but people had been known to lose consciousness for days if pushed too far. From that point on, I limited my silent wind magic to three times a day. Any more and I'd risk putting myself and Roxy in danger.

Once we got used to our new life together, we traveled between the small towns as our quests required. To protect jobs for beginning adventurers, you couldn't accept jobs more than one rank above or bellow your own. Once I was disqualified from handling lower ranked quests, we could only take on the highest ranked quests, of which there were few. Any single town would run out of work quickly, so we could never settle in one place. Thankfully, our personal guild cards could record information that all guilds could access, so we were able to stay moving.

Because of our lack of a fixed address, I held a selfish hope. Despite having gained the life I wanted, I still held a bit of bitterness for Roxy's former student. I had never met Eris, but she felt like a threat to my life with Roxy. So, her letters being delayed in delivery meant they would often come in bundles all at once. Roxy started sending fewer replies, though they were more substantial, as her life as an adventurer gave her more to write about. I hoped the infrequent letters with stories of our small party would deter her from continuing to send her own messages. Yet, they never stopped. In fact, Eris's grew more lengthy in response, though I never cared to know their contents. She was truly dedicated to Roxy. It made my jealousy flair.

I shouldn't have had to worry. I was with Roxy, not her. If I could just tell her how I felt, if I could make her my wife, then I was certain my anxiety over this anonymous girl would fade. Yet, I couldn't tell her. Every time I worked up the courage, I'd remember her dream. I wasn't her ideal, even beyond not being a man. So, I held my tongue. I could deal with the envy, as long as I was with Roxy.

Three years into our life as adventurers, and having earned the right to rise to S Rank, Roxy decided it was time for us to explore a labyrinth. Though adventurers could go their whole lives without ever exploring a labyrinth, clearing one would be a crowning achievement. It also meant we might find rare magical items or materials, which seemed to be Roxy's main motivation.

She heard that towns near the Red Dragon's Upper Jaw were having an issue with monsters flooding out of their local labyrinth. While it was strange, given monsters' nature of reclusing themselves inside dungeons, they were reportedly weak enough to not be a major issue. That made it sound like the perfect place for my first dive.

“So, we have all our supplies ready.” Roxy and I were discussing our plans at the guild. We had arrived at a town that was a half day's walk from the labyrinth. “Are you sure you don't want me covering the cost for any of your supplies?”

“No, it's fine.” I had exhausted most of my savings preparing for the dive, but I was fine with that. We'd make plenty of money from selling our spoils from the labyrinth. “We're only going to be exploring the first floor for now. I shouldn't need anything until we get back.”

“If you're sure...” Roxy looked a bit dubious. “Just let me know if you need any money.”

I was going to decline for what felt like the hundredth time, when I suddenly felt a weight on my back. “Oh, does someone need financial support?” A pair of arms slipped around my shoulders, crossing over my chest. “If you want, I could help you out, if you're willing to keep me company.”

Looking over my shoulder, I saw the face of a clearly inebriated elf. Her gentle features reminded me of my own, although her lecherous stare was one I doubt I'd ever made. Swallowing my nerves, I replied. “Th-that's alright. I'm actually busy.”

“Now, don't be so quick to turn me down.” Pulling a chair over, she sat right next to me. One arm still rested across my shoulders, while she traced a circle on my breast guard with her finger. “I'm certain I can make a young boy like you feel very good. What's your name?”

I sighed, realizing what she was getting at. Looking to Roxy, she simply shrugged. I guess it was my problem to deal with. Still, the lack of any concern or jealousy was disappointing. “My name is Sylphiette.”

“Sylphi...ette?” As she started to realize her mistake, she withdrew. She was now at an appropriate distance, but still held a hand to my shoulder. “Oh, I'm so sorry dear. I didn't mean to mistake you for a boy.”

“It's alright.” I had grown quite accustomed to being confused for a man over the years. I always thought Paul was the outlier when he saw me as a boy, but it soon became clear it was more uncommon for people to know I'm a woman. I hardly took offense to it anymore. My hair was the only part of myself I really felt a need to change in a feminine way when I was discovering myself. I preferred long sleeves and pants over revealing clothes. I also started wearing leather armor, which smoothed out my already minimal curves. “It happens all the time.”

“Well, if you're sure.” Looking back to the drunken elf, seeing her similarly lithe frame was a small comfort, as it meant I was simply a normal elven woman. However, she clearly worked to emphasized her femininity. She wore a corset, which showed off her midriff and bare shoulders, and shorts that covered barely any of her legs. Her detached sleeves and thigh-high boots emphasized the skin of her upper arms and legs in a manner more suggestive than if they were left entirely bare. I imagine if I was a boy, I would have followed her right to bed. “At least let me buy you a drink.”

Grabbing my arm, she pulled me from my seat, heading towards the bar. I looked to Roxy for support, or at least some concern, but she simply waved as I was dragged off.

“So, you're first labyrinth? That's certainly exciting.” After a few hours, I was still talking to the elf woman. At first, I was desperate to escape her. However, the more I talked, the more comfortable I was with her. She inquired about my life, adventures and family. She seemed concerned when I first mentioned Paul, who's misdeeds must have still been well known among adventurers, so I assured her I was like a daughter to him. It seemed odd for her to be worried about his philandering when she so readily approached me for sex, but it was her double standard to bare. I don't know why, but telling her so much of my life didn't feel excessive. Perhaps because she was so invested. “And, what about your partner?”

“What about Roxy?” I had gone over the details of our past, so I didn't know what else she would be fishing for.

“How you talk about her. The way you look at her.” I blushed, as I realized this woman had long since sobered up and had read me like a book. I felt foolish for being so open with a stranger. “It's pretty obvious you're interested in being more than just partners.”

“Well, you know...” I tried to look for the words. It was pointless to deny it at this point. So, I went with the harsh truth. “I don't think she feels the same way. She seems to prefer men. So, I'm fine staying like this.”

“Hmm...” She looked over my shoulder, back towards our table. I was too nervous to follow her stare. I didn't want to risk Roxy finding out we were talking about her. “If you're sure, then I won't push. I just don't want you having any regrets. Us elves live far longer than most. Plenty of time to linger on what ifs.”

“I'll... I'll think about it.”

“Good. I shouldn't keep you much longer though. It seems your friend finally arrived.”

“Friend?” I looked back to Roxy, and my heart froze.

-Roxy-

I watched as Sylphie and the mysterious woman talked at the bar. It had been quite a while, but I wasn't worried. It was rare for her to branch out, so being forced to make a new friend wouldn't hurt. As I waited for her to return, a shadow blanketed the table.

“Hello, Roxy.”

It took me a moment to realize who it was. After all, it had been seven years. She had grown so much since I'd last seen her, but there was no mistaking her. “Hello, Eris.”

“What are you doing so close to the border crossing.”

As direct as always. Given our frequent communication, it made sense she wouldn't expect me here, as I hadn't yet written of our latest plans. “Sylphie and I are planning to explore the labyrinth nearby. She's ready to rise to S rank, so it seemed like the appropriate time.”

Eris waited for me to finish, despite her clearly having something to say after I mentioned the labyrinth. I was proud of her, being respectful enough not to interrupt as she would in the past. Certain she had room to talk, she replied in a bark. “Let me join you!”

“No, you can't.” Before I could reply, Sylphie came back to the table. She seemed a bit nervous. Maybe spending so much time with a stranger was a bit much for her. Coming back to meet yet another unfamiliar face must have been draining.

“Why not?” Eris turned to Sylphie. It was quite the sight. Sylphie was a good bit taller than me, but Eris was taller still. She needed to look down to match eyes with Sylphie.

“Teacher and I are more than enough on our own.” Sylphie turned to me, looking for support. “Isn't that right?”

“Don't be hasty.” While I understood her displeasure in this situation, I couldn't prioritize her comfort over our safety. I rose, ready to give her an important lesson. “Labyrinths are dangerous. You should never underestimate them. We should take all the help we can get.” I motioned to make introductions. “This is Eris Boreas Greyrat, my former student. I'm certain she'll be a great addition to our party.”

Proudly, Eris crossed her arms, taking her usual firm stance. It was quite nostalgic seeing her like that. Sylphie looked frustrated. It seemed like a bit of an overreaction, but I knew she had a fixation about relying on others. She always avoided it when possible. I'd hoped she'd let it go, as Eris would be an invaluable aid. Instead...

“She has to prove herself first.” Pulling the glove from her hand, Sylphie tossed it at Eris. “I challenge you to a duel.”

Oh dear...

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-Sylphiette-

The moment I saw her, I knew she had to be Eris Boreas Greyrat. Her long red hair would have been enough to identify her, but what made me certain was her coat. It was the mark of a Sword God Saint, just like Norn had. Aside from that, she looked far more rebellious than I expected. Her thigh high boots and shorts, alongside her form-fitting top, worked to emphasize her curves. What little skin she showed revealed well toned muscles. She looked more like a professional mercenary than the daughter of a noble.

The first thing she did when she showed up was try to join our party. If it had been someone else, I still wouldn't have liked it, but I would have allowed them to join. Eris was the one person I refused to accept though. I knew it was senseless, but I couldn't help but imagine the worst. Roxy in danger, saved by her long-lost student, who so perfectly fit her ideal. If Roxy could accept a woman over a man, then Eris would doubtless steal her away. If she rejected Eris, it would only confirm I had no hope of being her wife. I couldn't risk either heartbreak, so I acted rashly.

On the outskirts of town, we faced each other, each wielding a wooden sword. Roxy stood between us, ready to officiate. “First to land a clean strike wins. We don't want to delay our dive, so avoid causing any serious injuries.” She looked between us, clearly worried either of us could take things too far. Trotting a good distance away, she pointed her staff towards the sky, then launched a fireball into the air. The duel began.

With a quick step towards me, Eris drew her sword and raised it overhead. Holding the blade with both hands, her intention was clear. The Long Sword of Light was the technique all Sword Saints relied on. If I wasn't careful, she'd finish me in a split second. Luckily, sparring with Norn had made it quite predictable, as there was still a limit to the technique's reach. I distanced myself, as she brought the blade down.

If I had been a second later in realizing, I would have lost. I hadn't considered Eris was a good deal taller than Norn, so my muscle memory was inefficient. Cursing at myself for such carelessness, I used a silent spell to blow myself backwards, gaining the distance I needed to avoid defeat. Eris didn't hesitate, following her failed opening with a charge.

She aimed to disarm me, coming at every angle she could manage, attempting to strike at my hand or wrist. As she assailed me, I used a shortened spell to coat my blade in wind. The next time Eris struck my sword, it tried to rip itself from her grasp. I attempted to exploit her momentary confusion with a swipe, but she was quick to withdraw outside of my range.

“Magic, huh?” Eris looked at Roxy, although I couldn't tell why. It was inadmissible to look away from your opponent when in a fight. Taking the chance, I went in low, trying to trip her up while she was distracted. It was a fruitless assault, as Eris blocked the strike, forcing me back with her own retaliation. Then, she started to chant.

With her off hand, she began conjuring a fire ball. I tried to take advantage of her weakened stance, but she stood firm. Even one handed, she was able to fend off my barrage of blows. As her spell progressed, something felt wrong. I recognized the spell, what should have been a simple fireball, but the chant was bastardized. Some words were close enough to be confused with the proper chant, but others were simply inaccurate. Despite this, the spell was being cast, but it was frightening. The fiery reds and yellows I expected were mixed with an ominous black. The simple sphere that should have formed was instead a spiraling seed of energy. I hate to admit it, but I was scared.

Recognizing that the spell must be close to ending, I distanced myself as fast as I could. No sooner had I exited the range of her sword, she launched the spell at me. It wasn't as fast as I'd expected, but the way it pulsed sent shivers down my spine. When I noticed it was expanding, I decided I couldn't take the risk. For the second time, I was forced to use silent casting. I created a blast of wind upwards, shooting the corrupted fireball into the air. Mere seconds later, it exploded. What looked like pedals of fire blossomed, increasing in temperature to the point I could feel the heat from meters away, until they dissipated in a white flash. Had I not reacted fast enough, I would have been seriously burned.

I gasped, as I realized I had let the spell distract me. Eris was nearly on me. I barely managed to block her sword, locking her in a stalemate. Then, she began chanting the same defiled spell. I tried to break the binding of swords, but Eris wouldn't let me run this time. I desperately chanted a spell, but quickly realized I wouldn't finish before her. Frustrated, I forced myself to the limit, casting a third silent spell. A sphere of wind engulfed our blades. Both unprepared for the spiraling magic, our swords were ripped from our hands, as Eris and I were blasted back.

I couldn't avoid losing my balance, falling to one knee from the force of my own winds. Looking up, I saw our blades spinning. One landed a good bit away from us, while the other came to rest just outside my reach. This was my chance to win. I reached for my sword.

And Eris pounced. I expected her to grab for the sword, but it went ignored. Fist raised, she was a second away from punching me straight in the face. Time seemed to slow as I frantically sought a way out. The sword was too far. Magic would take too long. If I tried to force a fourth silent spell, I'd simply exhaust myself. With no chance of escape, I reflexively closed my eyes, as if not seeing the impact would reduce its damage.

“Halt!”

Eris's punch sent currents of air rushing past me. My hair and clothes were tousled by the force. Opening my eyes, I saw her fist centimeters from my face. If that strike had landed, I would have been lucky to survive.

“Attention!” With the practiced movements of a soldier, Eris snapped into a salute, facing the source of the voice. Looking towards my savior, I saw a beautiful woman. Her modest dress seemed ill-suited to someone so elegant. When she spoke, it was as if I was being forced to listen. “Eris, what are you doing?”

“I was challenged to a duel.” The wild beast I had just fought was gone. Now, Eris seemed to be a loyal pup. In spite of this, she still spoke with excitement. “If I won, I'd be allowed to join them when they go to the labyrinth.”

The woman sighed deeply. “And how would you join them if you had crushed the girl's skull?” Now, Eris seemed confused. Had she not realized how deadly her strike would have been? “Besides, we have a mission. One you are vital for.”

Lowering her head, Eris seemed to understand. “My apologies, ma'am.”

“Shouldn't you be apologizing to someone else as well?” The woman motioned towards me.

Breaking her stance, Eris offered her hand to me. “I'm sorry for taking things too far.”

“It's fine.” I lied. I was burning with contempt. I took her hand and rose, resisting the urge to spurn her aid.

“Very impressive, you two.” Roxy rejoined us. She carried both swords, which she must have been recovering. “Eris, you must let me know where you learned that spell. It was unlike any I have ever seen.”

Eris looked at Roxy, confusion clear on her face. “It's the spell you taught me.”

Now it was Roxy's turn to look confused. “I taught you no such spell.”

Confusion lingered in the air, until the woman commanding Eris cleared her throat. “If that is all, I'll be reclaiming my lion.”

“Understood.” Eris marched off. Frustration filled me. I had gotten what I wanted, my rival forced to retreat, but I had lost. Eris was a force I couldn't measure up to. As I clenched my fists, digging my fingers into my palms, she turned back to me. “Good match.” Then, her and her master were gone.

Roxy, put her hand on my shoulder, giving it a soft rub. “Let's get you back to the guild. You'll need plenty of rest for tomorrow.”

I felt so weak, making Roxy worry about me. This whole debacle was a product of my jealousy and weakness. As we made our way back to town, I felt my envy turn to rage, but not at Eris. At myself.

-Eris-

The woman known as Aerial was at her wits end. Of her entourage, Eris was unquestionably the strongest combatant. On most days, she was calm and tempered, but at the worst possible moments, she went off her leash. “We're running out of time. I need you to be focused.”

“Right.”

Eris replied, but her mind was elsewhere. She had gotten scolded, which annoyed her, but it was well worth it. She was able to see her teacher after so many years, and even showed her that she had remembered her magic lessons. Eris assumed Roxy had simply forgot which spell she had taught her, not understanding that years of misremembering on her part had produced a tainted mockery of the magic. She also got to meet her partner, Sylphie. Eris hadn't expected the duel, but she felt it was necessary. Not only as a way to force her way into their party, but so she could test this girl.

The fight was longer than she anticipated. North Gods always gave her trouble, but this was on a whole other level. Being able to use magic without chanting was one of the deadliest technique she could imagine. Eris knew she would have won if they weren't interrupted, but only because Sylphie was unprepared. In an unregulated battle, where Sylphie could retreat and plan around the information gathered, Eris was certain the North Saint would have had a good chance of winning. She was excited to face Sylphie again in the future, as she doubted she'd be accepted into their party without a fight.

Smirking to herself, she made a silent demand of Sylphie. 'Survive until we meet again, and keep Roxy safe.'

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-Roxy-

Our exploration of the dungeon was off to a shaky start. After the duel with Eris, Sylphie was in a bad mood. One so bad, I hardly remember the last time she was so out of sorts. Perhaps back before we left Buena Village? I assumed she must have wanted Eris to join us after seeing her strength. No matter how I tried to reassure her that we would be fine with just the two of us, she merely nodded in acknowledgment. When I asked if we should delay the dive, she adamantly refused, before going silent again.

So, we entered the first layer. “Do you remember our plans?”

“Yeah.” Sylphie's responses had shared a similar disinterest all day.

“Would you care to explain them?” I tried forcing her to talk at length, hoping it would help her break out of her melancholy.

After another few moments of silence, she spoke. “We'll be exploring and mapping as much of the first floor as we can today. If we can find a safe area, we'll camp in the labyrinth tonight. If not, we'll return to town. Once we've fully explored this layer, we'll plot out the safest path to the next level. We'll repeat the process until we can safely reach the depths in a single day. Then, we'll determine if we can defeat the core's guardian on our own.”

“Very good.” I turned back to her, only to be greeted with the same distracted stare she had held all day. It seemed she would just need to stew in her thoughts for now. However, I still needed to guarantee her safety. I grabbed her hand, making sure she wouldn't wander. “Stay close to me.”

“Yes, teacher.” She didn't react beyond gripping my hand. Given her usual rejection of any coddling, she must have sunken into a deep depression.

It was going to be a difficult day.

After a few hours, we had explored a good bit of the first layer. The luminous ceilings of the labyrinth only revealed so much, as we relied on torch light to see. Oddly enough, no monsters were present, despite this being their nest. We'd run across dens littered with discarded bones, but no beasts resided within. As we began wondering if they had all fled, a tremor shook the ground. In its wake, we could hear the cries of monsters approaching.

“Sylpihe, be ready.” I tossed the torch to the ground and readied myself, preparing to cast magic at a moment's notice.

“Right.” Despite her mood, she was prepared when things got serious. Standing before me, she drew her blade.

Waiting in the limited light of our torch, we squinted into the distance. Before we could see them, we heard their paws. At least a dozen monsters burst out of the darkness. They resembled wolves, with glowing blue eyes and a height that nearly surpassed our own. They were charging directly at us. Sylphie was first to act, cutting down those who lead the pack. A few began to slip past, which I ran through with blades of ice. As we killed those that came close, others avoided us entirely, running towards the entrance. They'd be above ground before long.

“What strange behavior.” Sylphie wondered, staring at the retreating beasts. Had she been more alert, less out of sorts, she doubtless would have noticed the tale end of the pack still approaching.

“Sylphie, get back!” I ran past her, intoning a spell as the monsters bore down on us.

As I chanted, the ground began to quake. I let loose another blast of ice, right as the ground before us erupted. All I could see was dirt and pale scales rushing past. As soon as the blur of white disappeared, I felt the ground give way beneath my feet.

“Teacher!” Turning on what little earth remained beneath my feet, I saw Sylphie reaching out for me. She was already meters away, as I began to fall.

I was too far for her to reach. If she followed, we would both be lost. Wanting to make sure she didn't make that mistake, I yelled up at her. “I'll be fine! Go get help!”

“Teacher! Teacher!” She disappeared from my view at a distressing speed. I would doubtless end up many layers bellow, a very dangerous position to be put in. “Roxy!”

As her last cry rang out, I smiled. It had been so long since she'd called my by name. I hoped I'd be able to hear it again.

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-Sylphiette-

It all happened so quickly. Roxy ran in front of me. Then, a monstrosity unlike any I had seen before devoured the hallway, eating all the monsters in sight. It left as swiftly as it appeared. We should have been fine, but the ground was unstable. Roxy fell, too quickly for me to grab her. As I screamed her name, the ground began to repair itself. Within seconds of being demolished, the labyrinth was returned to its original form, save the clear signs of magic along the new earth.

For a moment, terror filled me. I couldn't get the sight out of my mind. The monster, with its ghostly white scales and blood red eyes, doubtless planning to hunt Roxy now that she was secluded. Even if I wanted to follow, the monster had closed the pit. Only the most dangerous of fiends could cast magic. We weren't strong enough to face it alone. I turned and ran. I needed to get help.

As I ran for town, I screamed in my head the entire way. It was my fault. I should been paying attention. I should have been the one to fall. I should have delayed the dive. My fear had driven me forward. The fear of losing Roxy. The fear of being replaced. It all seemed so foolish now. If only we hadn't gone alone. If only we had...

“Eris!” I burst into the guild hall, drenched in sweat and gasping. I had made the half-day journey in only a couple hours, using countless spells to quicken my stride. Looking frantically, I couldn't see the red headed swordswoman anywhere. Everyone was starring at me like I was mad. Rushing to the closest table, I began questioning a random adventurer. “Have you seen a red headed Sword Saint? Tall and muscular? She might have been with a young blonde lady.”

“Hmm? You yankin' my chain?” The drunken man scowled, as if I was insulting him. “That sounds like The Red Lion. Why would she be around here?”

“Oh, yeah. I did see someone like that.”

“It told you that was Princess Aerial and her knights!”

“I saw them leave town yesterday.”

“It looked like their party was making a mad dash for The Jaw.”

As the guild erupted in conversation, I started putting the pieces together. Given her strength, I had no doubt Eris could be a royal guard. That would mean her commander, the one who called her lion, was Princess Aerial of the Asura kingdom. I had heard rumors of her fleeing north a few years ago, but many said she was killed before she reached Ranoa. If she was alive and so close to the border, she must have been heading back to her homeland, doubtless for some major confrontation. That would fit what the Princess was saying about a mission. Even if I had found them, a single lost mage wouldn't take priority over the Princess's quest.

“Please, I need help.” Turning my attention back to the adventurer, I pleaded. “My teacher is lost in the labyrinth.”

At that, the guild went silent. The drunken adventurer's face lost a good bit of color. “You're not going to find many willing to help with that. We've left the labyrinth to lie for decades. No reason to disturb it now.”

Looking around again, most of the adventurers were avoiding looking at me. Even the drunk was trying to act like I wasn't there. I couldn't let it end like that. I needed someone. “Please, isn't there anyone who will help me?”

Peaking up from his mug, still not looking directly at me, he pointed to a corner of the guild. “I think that guy used to be a big shot a few years back. You could ask him.”

Looking over, I saw a dwarf who had probably seen better days. He was about as tall as me, easily three times as wide, with a mangled beard that blanketed his entire body. The multiple tankards showed that he was many drinks deep. Though he seemed a mess, I would take any help I could get. “Thank you.”

Marching over, the dwarf didn't look up from his ale. As I stood over him, forcing him to acknowledge me, he scowled. He must have preferred the solitude. “What do you want?”

“My teacher is lost in the labyrinth.” Lowering myself to his level, I begged. “Please, I can't save her alone.”

“And what's in it for me?”

A fair question, although one I was unprepared to answer. “I... I don't have much money. We'll get materials and treasure from the dive. You can take them all. Please, I'll do anything you ask.”

“Pah.” It seemed the offer of potential treasure was more of an insult than a bargaining chip. “Sorry, kid. I don't need your loot.” Then, he looked me up and down. I felt his stare. Despite the lecherous leering I expected, his eyes showed only disinterest. “Besides that, you're too young for me.”

Hopelessness began to flood in, as my one hope wouldn't even humor my pleas. Then, a familiar voice chimed in.

“Don't insult the girl Talhand. She's far too good for you.” Standing over me was the elf from the day before.

“Girl?” The dwarf scoffed. “Then she has even less to offer me.”

After taking a moment to collect my thoughts, I realized what she had said. “Wait, Talhand?”

With a huff, he sat a bit taller in his seat. “Yeah, that's me. What of it?”

A new hope started to grow, as I saw a way to convince him. “I grew up hearing about your adventures. I've always looked up to the Fangs of the Black Wolf. In fact, I'm Paul Greyrat's disciple!”

“Pah!” Talhand slouched back down, looking furious. He spat in disgust. “That bastard ruined everything! He tore our party apart because he couldn't keep his hands off that little tart! Why would I help his student?”

“Now, hold on.” The elf woman moved towards Talhand, dismissing his frustration with a wave. “No reason to take our hatred of Paul out on Sylphiette.” She sat next to him, as if they were old friends. “She's just trying to save her teacher.” With a theatrical whisper, which I could clearly hear, she went on. “Won't you help the poor girl save the woman she loves?”

At that, Talhand began to think. I could see him trying to hold his contempt, as he bought a hand to his head. Intoning detoxification magic, he purged the inebriation from his mind. As his thoughts were freed from the taint of ale, his stare of contempt became sympathetic. After a few moments, he stood up, seeming to resolve himself. “Half the loot. And I get first pick.”

“Of course!” Not questioning his change in attitude, or his demands, I turned to the elf. “Thank you for convincing him.”

“Think nothing of it. I'll be coming along as well.” Rising to follow Talhand, I noticed the buckler and sword at her hip. She hadn't had them the day before.

“Why would you...”As I stared at the woman, who's name I had never gotten, I remembered a certain philanderous elf I heard about in my youth. “Are you Elinalise?”

“The very same.” With a comforting smile, she held her hand out to me. “Don't worry. We'll save Roxy.”

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-Roxy-

After breaking my fall with wind magic, I took stock of my surroundings. I saw the ceiling being patched with magic as I fell, likely by the monster that tore through the floor. The surface I landed on was not the well worn floors of a dungeon, but a crude cavern dug out by that large creature. I started to theorize that the recent exodus of monsters was due to this tunneling fiend. It must have burrowed its way into the labyrinth, feasting on the native monsters until they started to flee for the surface.

Much like forests, labyrinths were a source of dense mana, which monsters needed to survive. On the Demon Continent, mana was ever present, leading to the endless threat of monsters. However, on the Central Continent, monsters needed to embrace the few locations where mana was abundant. This invasive species must have truly terrorized the other beasts for them to abandon such a mana rich environment.

Having come to that conclusion, I began my journey anew, determined to find my way back to the surface. I hoped Sylphie would find help, but also feared she'd simply brave the labyrinth on her own. I needed to rejoin her as soon as possible.

Unfortunately, things wouldn't be that simple. As I followed the tunnels, which were large enough for me to comfortably stand in, I realized it wouldn't connect to the labyrinth. The monster was able to use earth magic, so any opening it would have made to feed were quickly sealed again. Worse was that the paths tended to shoot upwards. I tried climbing, but the surface was too smooth to ascend. While risky, as I could cause instability in the tunnels and labyrinths alike, I decided to try connecting the two with my magic. To that end, I wandered in search of a wall with signs of recent magic.

Hours past, as I had to slowly scan every floor and wall for the telltale signs of spell craft. The torch light felt even dimmer than usual, since the tunnel didn't have the luminous ceilings you'd find in the labyrinth proper. As I started to grow drowsy, I found what seemed to be a well used opening. Signs of repeated breaches and repairs made it clear this would connect to a feeding ground. While that meant I may face monsters that were prepared for another attack, it was my only hope of escape.

Carefully, I broke the seal between the tunnel and labyrinth. As I worked to secure my escape, the ground began to shake. I needed to focus, but the further my spell went, the louder the tremors became. When I created a hole barely large enough to squeeze through, one of the wolf-like monsters desperately crawled out. It looked starved and on the verge of death. When it saw me, it lunged. I beat the beast back with my staff, as I switched from sculpting the earth to shooting an ice blade to kill it. The shaking continued to grow. The pale worm would be on me in seconds. I threw myself through the opening, quickly casting a spell to reseal the enclosure. Then, I waited.

The rumbling became deafening, as the pale worm filled the tunnel on the other side of the wall. I held my breath, hoping it would pass without entering the labyrinth. After a few tense moments, it moved on. Taking a deep breath, I took stock of my surroundings.

The ground was littered with bones. While the human and animal remains were to be expected, there were also ones that could only belong to the type of lupine monsters I kept running across. If the beast had resorted to cannibalism, then I feared salvation may be farther than I'd hoped.

Deciding to rest for the night, I began to cast a spell to make an earthen shelter. No sooner than my spell started to take shape, the ground began to shake again. I cut off the incantation. After a few moments, the tremors faded. That's when I realized how troublesome this monster would be.

As I feared, the white worm could sense earth magic. So, I had to do without. That became a problem faster than I realized, as parts of the labyrinth had clearly been sectioned off to serve as food storage. The wolf monster that attacked me in the tunnel must have been the last of this section's stores. I searched every corner, only to find bones and barred passages.

I tried to chip away at the walls blocking my path with lesser magic, but it was hopeless. Only a powerful blast could clear the way. I dared to cast a fire spell, in an attempt to destroy the barriers the worm had set in place. As I assumed, it couldn't sense magic outside of those related to earth, but the fiery explosion had made my location clear. That was when my dive turned into a game of cat and mouse.

Any time I tried to make progress, I would be hounded by the white fiend. A new explosion meant a new chase. I managed to outwit the worm at every occasion, but I needed to take breaks often to conserve my strength. Days went by with no way of knowing if I was any closer to ascending to the next floor. I was running low on supplies and there were no monsters to hunt for food. The worm had claimed them all for itself.

After another frantic escape, I found myself in a much larger section of the labyrinth. Though there were more barriers, I left them be for now. I'd hoped to find the stairs to a higher level before needing to break any more. When I realized where I was, I nearly collapsed. A pair of double doors, as large as the gates to a castle town, stood before me. I hadn't been escaping at all. I was being driven to the labyrinth's very core.

I was out of time. I had eaten the last of my food the night before. Even if I managed to reach the higher levels, I would run out of energy long before reaching the surface. That would make me easy prey for the pale worm or any monsters that remained. My only hope was to face the labyrinth's guardian. If I was lucky, the boss behind this door would be edible. I'd be able to survive off a large monster for at least another week. With that desperate hope, I opened the doors.

The light of the final chamber was blinding. Unlike the dim luminescence of the labyrinth halls, the light there was like the mid day sun. What awaited me was a monster that reminded me of a lion. It's fangs were as long as I was tall. It's claws would surely rip me to shreds in seconds. I gulped. Surely I could have survived off its flesh. That is, if it had any left to spare.

The labyrinth's boss was a pile of bones. It must have died months ago, doubtless usurped by the fiend that hounded me. Across its corpse were dozens of large pods. They shook aggressively, bulging as their contents desperately fought to escape. As I prepared myself, the eggs started to hatch, letting loose a swarm of pale worms.

I fought as hard as I could. For each of the monsters I killed, another two were waiting to attack. Their numbers seemed endless, as I started to grow weary. Overwhelmed by the legion of worms, I didn't notice them burrowing beneath my feat. In a circle around me, they burst from the ground. Even if I killed most of them, at least one would slip through. Then, I would be overrun. Accepting my fate, I closed my eyes.

“Get down!” No sooner than I heard the voice, I crouched low. A ring of light shone over my head. A circle of green blood splattered the ground around us, as a sword cut the monsters in two. “Are you okay?”

Looking up, I saw the hero who saved my life. Lost and alone in the labyrinth, a young adventurer had rescued me at the last possible moment. It was everything I had dreamed of. Yet I wasn't star struck like I had imagined. After all, this was nothing new. She was always there for me.

“Thank you, Sylphie.”

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-Sylphiette-

Talhand, Elinalise and I had spent a week exploring the dungeon. At first, things were easy. The monsters on the upper layers had all escaped, meaning we just needed to quickly look around and find the stairs to the next floor. I doubted Roxy had only fallen a floor or two, but we needed make sure. After we entered the fourth layer, thing got more difficult. The vulpine monsters that survived the white monster's assaults were on guard, protecting large populations of pups. Talhand theorized they were growing their packs, preparing to kill the tunneling beast. Entering their domain meant engaging in a savage fight, but we had to check every corner for Roxy. I didn't want to think about finding her lifeless remains, but we had to confirm if that was the case. So, on the second day, our progress slowed to a crawl.

On my own, I would have been killed trying to face such ferocious fox monsters. I could only do so much with my sword and magic. With Elinalise drawing the attention of monsters and holding them off, I was able to slay them while they were distracted. Talhand whittled down packs from afar with his magic. He was unable to use earth magic, which he preferred, due to it causing the white worm to stir. Even with that handicap, he was a powerful mage.

By the end of the week, we were halfway through the sixth layer. Despite scouring each floor, there were no signs of Roxy. Elinalise kept telling me to calm down. She forced me to sleep while she and Talhand kept watch at night, but I was restless. Talhand kept saying we needed to go back before our supplies ran dry, but I couldn't leave without Roxy. As the stress and anxiety were reaching a fever pitch, I heard it.

An explosion rang out from the end of the hall. It was the type of concussive force that only magic could produce. Ignoring the objections of my party, I ran towards the sound. I used magic to increase my speed, leaving them far behind. In seconds, I had reached the final stairs, leading down to the lowest layer. I leaped from the top, using wind magic to slow my fall. The moment my feet landed beyond the final step, I dashed forward.

I tore through the seventh floor, killing what few monsters remained and blasting through the unnatural walls that blocked my path. It was all a blur, until I saw her. Roxy was fighting small worms. They must have been the white fiend's offspring. She was already overwhelmed, when a group burst from the floor, surrounding her. “Get down!” I screamed at the top of my lungs. Throwing myself in the middle of the ambush, making sure Roxy had ducked, I twisted in a circle. The worms were sliced in half, collapsing to the ground as they died. Looking down, I called out to her. “Are you okay?”

Roxy looked scared, but quickly composed herself. Standing back up, she smiled at me. “Thank you, Sylphie.”

Turning back to the horde of monsters, I readied my blade. I gave a quick look back to Roxy. “Can you still fight?”

“Of course.” Roxy raised her staff, already intoning more magic.

“Don't leave us behind!” Talhand came running, followed shortly by Elinalise. “Wait, did you find her?”

Elinalise looked relieved, until she saw the worm legion charging us. “We'll talk later! Get ready!”

With the four of us together, the worms were quickly dispatched. While their numbers were frightening, they weren't strong. Even the ones that burrowed beneath our feet were easy enough to kill once we realized they were displacing enough earth to leave a path on the surface. As the last one was slain, our party regrouped.

“Thank you all for saving me.” Roxy looked at us three with gratitude. Now that things had calmed, I could see how worn she was. Her eyes and cheeks were sunken. Her usually vibrant hair was a tangled mess. She was clearly at the end of her rope. “I thought I was going to die.”

“I don't need any thanks.” Talhand marched past her, starting to examine the expired boss's desecrated remains. “I'm getting paid well for this job.”

“Let me help you gather the loot.” Elinalise followed the dwarf. She quickly looked back, giving me a wink. I guess she was wanted me to tell Roxy how I felt.

“We should help too.” Before I could take advantage of our limited solitude, Roxy started to join the two in collecting materials.

“Hold on.” I moved to grab her shoulder, when I felt the ground shake. “Roxy!”

It all happened so fast. The white worm burst from the wall, sending itself flying right at Roxy. It was far faster than its infants. Roxy couldn't react in time, so I had to act. I threw my hand out, already chanting a shortened spell. But I was too slow. I screamed out in pain. “Ahh!”

“Sylphie!” Roxy's voice was filled with terror.

The worm had swallowed my hand, biting into my lower arm with great force. I felt as its throat took hold, dragging me further into its maw. If I didn't act fast, it would kill me. It would get to Roxy. I couldn't let that happen. I let loose a silent spell. Was it my second or third? Maybe fourth? It didn't matter. I forced as much mana as I could channel into the spiral of cutting winds. “AH!”

The white worm started biting down harder, no longer concerned with choking me down. After a few seconds of the beast struggling to bite off my arm, its head exploded. I was blown to the ground from the force. I could feel the effects of mana exhaustion taking hold. Gore and viscera splattered across me, as I drew my hand to my chest. The green blood was mixed with my own.

“Oh my god, Sylphie!” Roxy reached out to my hand, then recoiled. “What did you do?”

I looked down to see my hand, but it wasn't there. A bloody stump was in its place, sliced all over by my own magic. My pules began to surge. Pain came over me in waves. I nearly vomited, but managed to hold back. Curling in on myself, I cradled my mutilated arm and started using healing magic.

“Stop, Sylphie. You're already at your limit.” Roxy tried to pry my arm away, beginning to chant her own healing magic. Then, the tremors began a new. “What?”

I was focusing on healing my arm, so all I heard was the ground exploding. Fading in and out of consciousness, I heard the sounds of battle.

“Roxy, we need your help!” Elinalise was shouting.

“But, Sylphie!” Roxy's voice was shaking as she replied.

“If we don't beat this bastard, we'll all be dead!” Talhand was forcing the point, as my vision began to fade.

Looking my way one last time, Roxy made her decision. “I'll be back soon. Don't fall asleep.”

I tried so hard, pouring healing magic into my wound as long as possible, straining to stay awake, but it was too much. While my allies were fighting, while I was trying to stop the bleeding, while I struggled to hold onto consciousness, I faded away.

Chapter Text

-Roxy-

The pale worm was actually a pair. One had been killed by Sylphie at the cost of her hand. The other was enraged by the death of its kin. It rampaged through the final chamber, desperate to kill our party. I wish I could have left it to Elinalise and Talhand, but it was simply too strong.

I hated myself for leaving Sylphie on her own. It was my fault she was so grievously injured. Her hair was already going white from mana exhaustion, but she still clung to consciousness, pouring what little remained of her magic into her bleeding arm. I wanted to take that burden from her, but we didn't have the luxury. I had to fight.

The battle was long and grueling. Elinalise struggled to defend us. With only her on the front line, she had to withstand a near endless assault from the beast. Talhand was finally free to cast earth magic, now that we didn't need to worry about attracting the fiend. Still, the pale worm's hide was thick and sturdy. It brushed off blows and resisted most cuts. It was only through a focused assault on the same area that we were finally able to break through its scales and deliver a killing blow.

Years of experience was the only thing keeping me from rushing to Sylphie's side. We had to make sure it was dead. Using the wound that pierced its skin, I froze it from the inside out, letting Elinalise split the fiend in two with her blade. Once it's death was certain, I went to check on Sylphie.

Looking over her, my heart stopped. She had gone pale. From head to toe, there was no sign of life. Her hair had lost all its green luster, now as white as freshly laid snow. The only color was the red blood pooling at her gut, where her injured arm was scabbed over. Holding her remaining hand, I prayed for any sign of life. Shallow as it was, I could feel her heart beat. Putting a hand to her mouth, I could feel her breathing. She was alive, but barely.

I moved to carry her, before Elinalise stopped me. She made me remove both our bags and Sylphie's armor, to make her as light as possible. I worried that she wouldn't be as safe, but I was reassured we'd escape just fine. As we left Talhand to collect any valuable materials and treasures, Elinalise and I began our climb back to the surface.

As we progressed through the seventh layer, I was shocked to see the devastation. Monsters were slaughtered like mere cattle. Barriers I needed to eliminate with fiery explosions were carved away by thousands, if not millions, of cuts. Doubtless a result of Sylphie's wind magic. She left a path of destruction in her wake. When I asked Elinalise what had driven her to such desperate methods, she gave me a pitying stare. Or perhaps it was aimed as Sylphie? “It was for you.”

“Oh...”

The rest of our ascent was spent in silence. We were able to avoid the few monsters that remained in the dungeon, although I worried the smell of blood would attract them to the final chamber. Elinalise didn't seem to care, so I assumed Talhand would be able to handle them if they came. We reached the surface at shocking speed. I was so thankful to see the sky again.

I pushed myself to reach town before the end of day. Elinalise offered to take Sylphie for the rest of the trip, but I refused. I knew I was being was immature and stubborn, but I owed her so much. Sylphie had saved my life, not once, but twice. If not for her, I would have been eaten by monsters. I took for granted how much she cared for me. Getting her safely back to town was my burden to bare.

When we finally arrived at the guild, I went about getting Sylphie a room. Elinalise went to find a doctor, while I watched over her in bed. Once Sylphie was examined, we were told all we could do was wait. Her arm was near fully healed and she hadn't suffered any other injuries. What she needed was rest.

The next three days, we watched over her. We tended to all her needs, giving her water, disposing of her waste, wiping away her sweat and changing her clothes. I tried to say I'd watch over her at all times, but Elinalise put her foot down. I was still recovering myself and couldn't be neglecting my own health. I wanted to put up a fight, but she was right. So, we took turns. Her during the day and me at night.

It wasn't until the evening of the third day that we Sylphie left alone. Her breathing was returning to normal and a healthy blush was returning to her skin. Even her hair had regained most of its green color, save a single streak that remained white. Elinalise told me she wanted to talk over dinner. While I was still hesitant to leave Sylphie alone, I granted her wish.

“So, what do you plan to do?” Elinalise didn't touch her food. It was clear my interrogation was her only concern.

I didn't hesitate to answer. “I plan to support Sylphie.” For some, adventuring with a missing limb wasn't an issue, but for others, it was the end of their carrier. For a spell caster, losing your hands was as good as losing your life. “With one of her hands missing, she won't be able to use magic and her sword at the same time anymore. That's my fault. She's my responsibility.”

I expected that was what Elinalise was after. Maybe due to their shared race, she looked over Sylphie like a parent. Even without her interference, that would have been my plan. However, she sighed in exasperation. “Do you still not understand?”

“Understand what?” I was confused. Surely taking care of my adventuring partner, my former student, my savior, was the expected outcome.

“Why do you think she fought so hard for you?”

“Because she's...” I came up short. Why had she gone as far as risking her life for me? Even as adventuring partners, her life should have taken priority. As a teacher, it was expected that I should die instead of my student. She was my savior, but why had she pushed herself so far for me? “Why did she do it?”

With another sigh, Elinalise gave a hint. “What if Sylphiette was a man?”

“If she was...” Thinking about it from that perspective, it became clear. “Oh.” I would have been smitten if a young man had saved me in such a manner. I had dreamed of such an encounter. I now regretted it, realizing how cruel it was to wish a tragedy on my protector just to bring us closer together, but it was what I had wanted. Still, things started to make sense. Syphie's attachment to me. Her over-protective habits. How she laughed off my flaws. “Because she loves me.”

“There it is.” Elinalise smiled at me. It seems she must enjoy playing cupid. To go so far for a stranger's romance seemed excessive, but she was an experienced adventurer. Maybe clearing a labyrinth was a simple matter for her. “So, I'll ask again. What do you plan to do?”

“I...” I paused. I needed to think things through properly. I had never viewed Sylphie romantically. In truth, I never considered other women as potential partners. I expected to find a man to marry. Changing my perspective of her wasn't easy. I'd known her for nearly ten years. She was hard working, persistent and cunning. She would laugh at my mistakes, but never criticize me for them. When I needed help, she was always there. If she were a man, I wouldn't hesitate for a second. I would make him mine. But she wasn't. Yet, she still loved me. Could I really stay by her side now that I knew? The woman she loves, so close, but always out of reach. Would that be an acceptable result or a crueler fate than being abandoned? Faced with this dilemma, I answered honestly. “I don't know.”

“That's good. It means you're taking this seriously. I won't tell you what to do. I want Sylphiette to be happy, but not if it means you'll be throwing away your own happiness.” Wrapping up our discussion, she moved to eat her dinner. “Just talk to her with an open mind.”

I nodded firmly. “I will.”

I was watching over Sylphie that night. Hours of silence gave me plenty of time to sort through my feelings. What it meant to love a man? How it would be different if I loved a woman? I found two answers.

The first was parenthood. I would never have a child, but I didn't think that would be too bad. I had plenty of students that I helped raise. Eris, Aisha and Norn were so young when I instructed them, so their education involved plenty of work that could be considered parenting. I found fulfillment in that. Were they any less my children because I didn't birth them? I didn't think so. If I found myself with a maternal urge, I could return to being a teacher.

Then there was the greater issue: sexual preference. All my life, I had imagined myself with men, and I found that satisfying. When I gave the same thought to sharing a bed with women, I didn't find it unpleasant, but I kept coming back to what a woman lacked. Unlike with men, who's main asset could be reproduced for independent research, it wasn't so easy to simulate what intercourse would be like with a woman. I had researched different forms of sex, so I knew two women could managed just fine, but I couldn't escape the assumption that it wouldn't be as satisfying. So, I couldn't find a definitive answer.

That night was the first time I imagined Sylphie as my partner. Over the last few days, I had been taking care of her, so I knew how she looked without her clothing. I hadn't felt anything before then, but after realizing how she felt, wiping down her naked body suddenly felt inappropriate. Getting past that, I tried to picture us making love. I didn't mind the idea, but I came to the same conclusion: I preferred the thought of sleeping with a man.

As I realized what I had to do, Sylphie stirred. “Where am I?”

“You're back at the guild.” I moved to stand next to her. “You've been asleep for three days.”

“Roxy. You're okay.” She used my name so casually. She had spent so many years insisting on calling me teacher. Now that I understood her feelings, I was the one embarrassed by her calling my name. As Sylphie lifted her left arm, she stared at the stump. Lowering it over her eyes, her voice went cold. “So it's really gone.”

“Sylphie...” I tried to find the words, but they wouldn't come. Instead, I heard her crying. She had the right. This was a life changing injury. I stroked her hair as she let it all out.

Between sobs, she started to talk. “I'm s-sorry. I wanted to keep you safe, but... but now I can't protect you any more.” She swallowed down her sorrow and frustrations. “I just wanted to be there for you. I wanted you to rely on me. Because...” She choked, unable to continue.

She went silent. I knew what she wanted to say, but it was important she say it herself. I wasn't going to push her. “Take your time.”

After a few moments, she lifted her arm to her forehead. Her eyes were bloodshot and tears ran down her gaunt face. Still, she carried on. “It's because I love you.”

“I know.” I kept rubbing her head. I was proud of her for being so brave.

“But you don't love me.” She put the words in my mouth. I wanted to reject them, to give her what she wanted. Yet, I couldn't reply. “I know I'm not your type. I'm not tall, or handsome, or stylish.” She covered her eyes again, a new rain of tears pouring down. “I'm not Eris.”

I was surprised to hear her mention Eris, but it didn't take me long to realize the connection. At least in this way, I could honestly comfort her. “Eris was my first student. She'll always be important to me. However, she can be crass, inconsiderate and mean. I don't want a partner like that.” I thought back to when Sylphie saved me, and how I felt. “You know my fantasy. You reenacted it perfectly, even though I wish you hadn't. I always imagined feeling an overwhelming sense of love at that moment. Instead it felt...” I paused, looking for the right word.

Sylphie, all out of tears to cry, turned to sit up. I helped her, as she wasn't used to moving with only one hand. Looking me in the eyes, fear clear on her face, she asked. “How did it feel?”

“It felt... right. Like it was always supposed to be you.”

Sylphie smiled. Expectations lit up in her eyes. “Then, do you love me?”

The look of excitement, of hope in her eyes, made me want to lie. I wanted to give her everything she desired. Yet, I couldn't. “I don't know.” I saw despair starting to creep back in, but I put a stop to that, lifting her chin and making her look my way again. “I've thought it through. I know you can make me happy. I know you'll always be there. I know you'll always love me.” Having enraptured her, I drew my hand back and began removing my dress.

“Roxy, what are you doing?”

Ignoring Sylphie's panicked question, I continued. “The only thing I can't be certain of is if I'll be sexually satisfied. I always thought a man would take me, so accepting a woman won't be easy.” Being so direct was embarrassing, but necessary for finding my answer. With only my underwear remaining, I sat next the her. “Now, you have to prove your love. Sylphie... No, Sylphiette. Show me that I won't regret giving myself to you.”

Syphie reached out with her hand, caressing my cheek. Inches from my face, she whispered. “I'll satisfy you.” Then she kissed me.

The next morning, I came down alone. Sylphiette still needed to rest. Especially after last night. As soon as I sat down to eat, Elinalise took a seat across from me. With a smirk, she began her interrogation. “So, how did it go?”

I remained composed, although there was nothing I could do about my blushing face. I kept the details sparse. “Sylphiette woke up last night. We had a good talk.”

“And how was the sex?”

Mid sip of coffee, I spat it back into the cup. Coughing, I tried to recover my composure. “I didn't lay a finger on her!”

“Oh, the poor dear.” Elinalise gave a heavy sigh. “Her first night and you made her do all the work. All while she's still recovering.”

“Now, hold on. She may have started by servicing me, but after a while...” My already blushing face must have sunken an even deeper shade of red, as I realized I had all but confessed.

Elinalise stopped teasing, giving me a gentle smile. “Go on. How was it?”

With no reason to deny, I explained the encounter. “Sylphiette was making me feel good. Really good. But, I didn't want to be the only one receiving.”

Elinalise interject, with an informative tone. “Some people get off on their partner's pleasure.”

“She said as much, but I wanted to make her feel good too. She didn't know how women received at the same time. So, I had to...” I was too embarrassed to say, so I imitated the act with my hands. The fingers overlapped, the same as our legs. After a few seconds of that, I threw my hands down. “I took the lead for the rest of the night. It was... nice.”

“So, will you two work out?”

“Yeah.” I was a bit amused by my concern from the night before. I knew how passionate Sylphiette could be. I shouldn't have been surprised she would so thoroughly assuage my fears. “I think I can love her.”

“That's wonderful.” Having finished her interrogation, Elinalise stood. “Then, I'll go check on her.”

“W-wait!” I reached out, grabbing her hand. “She's still... indecent.”

With a devious grin, Elinalise looked down at me. “Then, I guess I'll leave her to you.”

I nodded quickly, feeling my face burn from the embarrassment. “Right.”

As if a blessing from heaven, the guild doors burst open, revealing a filthy Talhand. After returning from the labyrinth, he had dropped in briefly to check in on us and delivery our cut of the money. We hadn't seen him since, so coming in at the break of dawn looking like the bottom of a fire pit wasn't what we expected. “Good. I don't have to hunt you two down.” With a mighty thud that nearly shattered his chair, he collapsed down next to me. “How's the little lady doing?”

“From what Roxy says, she's as energetic as a rabbit.” Elinalise giggled, throwing me a sidelong glance.

The teasing either went over Talhand's head or went ignored, as he continued unabated. “Well, get her down here. I have a present for her.” With a careless toss, he threw a bundle onto the table. It unraveled as it rolled, revealing a small gauntlet. It was so slim, I didn't understand how a hand could fit inside. Looking back to the soot smothered dwarf, he grinned. “That's a prototype. It won't be articulate, but it should allow for channeling magic. I used her cut of the loot for supplies. If she wants anything better, the little missus will need to supply the material.”

I looked at Elinalise, who was already staring back at me. Despite his business-like facade, we both knew Talhand was starting to care for Sylphiette. Holding my partner's second lease on life, I rose from my seat. “I'll get Sylphiette.”

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-Eris-

Dear Eris,

It's been a long few months since we last met. The labyrinth dive was an unmitigated disaster. I nearly died and Sylphiette lost a hand protecting me. In truth, it was the most shameful moment of my life, costing my partner something so precious. Luckily, we were aided by Elinalise and Talhand, Ghislaine's old party members. Elinalise helped me nurse Sylphiette back to health and, without anyone asking, Talhand created a prosthetic for her. It was a simple prototype, but she managed to channel magic through it as if it were her own hand.

Once Sylphiette had recovered and become comfortable with her new hand, we set about gathering materials for an improved model. Our personal quest took us back through the Eastern North, where rare materials were plentiful. While Sylphiette and I had avoided areas with the most valuable minerals in the past, due to the monsters protecting them being so fierce, our party of four easily subdued any threats.

The final piece that Talhand required was something special for Sylphiette: A Wind Crystal. Much like the magic stone in my staff, we would need to dive into a dungeon to acquire such a rare gem. I feared Sylphiette may struggle to return, after having nearly died on her first dive. However, my fears were unfounded. She was unbothered and an invaluable member of the party. By the time we had claimed her crystal in the depths of the labyrinth, she convinced us to defeat the guardian at the core. Even having recently cleared two, she's already shown interest in exploring more labyrinths.

The finished product was a work of art. The metallic hand was forged around the crystal, with it's face barely visible in the palm. Once Talhand had forged the improved prosthetic, he left with barely a goodbye. It seemed he had a longstanding appointment to attend to. I'm certain he will pop up again when he misses us. As for Elinalise, she decided to keep adventuring with us. She has become a close friend to both myself and Sylphiette.

Now, in response to your letter. I will gladly attend the coronation of Queen Aerial. I'm to understand it was a hard fought battle for the throne, so I'm happy to hear neither you nor your compatriots were harmed. I will be bringing Sylphiette as my additional guest. She recently proposed, so now I am her fiancee. After the coronation, we'll be heading to Buena Village for a small wedding. We will see you soon.

Sincerely,
Roxy Migurdia

P.S. Sylphiette may have gotten the wrong idea when you two met. Please be patient with her during the coronation.
Eris read the letter with some trouble. Even after all these years, she sometimes needed help understanding Roxy's flowery writing. Using different words for the same item or people confused her. She tended to grasp the main idea, but on occasion requested assistance from Derick or Luke, her fellow imperial aids. She used to ask Aerial for help as well, but she no longer had time to help her knight read letters.

Once she fully comprehended the contents, she was excited for the chance to once again meet her teacher. She wished she could meet Elinalise as well, but the royal court was clear about guests only bringing one additional person. She wasn't disappointed in the choice though. Sylphiette was a swordswoman she respected, so another encounter was more than welcome.

The night of the coronation, Eris was careful not to let her excitement get the better of her. When she last met Roxy and Sylphiette, she had been scolded for her reckless disregard for her station. As one of the Seven Knights of Asura, she represented not only Aerial's power, but her judgment. If one of her hand-picked inner circle was to make a fool of herself at the coronation, it would undermine the Queen's mental faculties for her entire reign. So, Eris patiently waited to be released from her duty and allowed to wander the banquet.

Even once freed from her work, she remained respectable. She was required to wear the knight's ceremonial golden armor for the entire night. She found it uncomfortable, but she could handle it for special occasions. The one benefit was it allowed her to stand out, so she was quickly found by her teacher.

“Hello, Eris. How are you doing?” Roxy came over, followed shortly behind by her betrothed. The elf woman had a sense of confidence to her that she had lacked the last time they met, as well as a streak of white hair that ran through her braid. Eris knew Sylphiette had struggled, so she was happy to see the woman who would wed her teacher had gained strength in exchange for her pain.

“Fine.” As blunt as ever, she didn't elaborate. “So, you two are getting married?”

Roxy blushed, still not comfortable with discussing the engagement. It didn't help that she feared Eris might say the wrong thing, possibly not understanding that two women could be wed, and offend Sylphiette. “Well, you see...”

“Yes. I'm making Roxy my wife.” Sylphiette took Roxy's hand and declared her intentions to Eris. There was no fear or insecurity in her eyes. Only pride.

“Good. You better make her happy.” Eris was proud of Sylphiette. She understood from personal experience that confessing one's love was one of the hardest things a person could do. With that matter settled, she made a demand. “Let me see your hand.”

The abrupt change in topic took Sylphiette a moment to register. Then, she realized Eris wanted to see her prosthetic. “Uh... Sure?” Taking off her glove, she held it up to the knight.

Grabbing Sylphiette's wrist, Eris looked it over. Then, she nodded. “This is a sign of your courage. It may have cost you dearly, but you grew from the loss. Never forget that this isn't a sign of weakness. It is your strength.”

Sylphiette was stunned for a moment, not expecting such well worded encouragement from the brutish swordswoman. She felt like she was finally starting to understand Eris. She was certainly brash, but she had never meant to offend her. With a caring smile, Sylphiette accepted the praise. “I'll always remember.”

Roxy was happy to see her two students get along. She felt it was the right time to ask, now that the tension between them had eased. “Eris, would you like to come to the wedding?”

“Sure.” A simple reply, as always.

“Is it really that simple?” Sylphiette asked. “Aren't you one of Aerial's most important allies? Should you be leaving her side so soon after she ascends the throne?”

“I'll figure it out.” Eris brushed off the concern. Then, an idea occurred to her. “Take me the next time you explore a labyrinth too.”

Roxy and Sylphiette looked at each other, then laughed. Sylphiette was the first to reply. “I guess she did earn a dive.”

Roxy had no concerns either. “As long as it won't cause any issues, that should be fine.”

Their idle chatter went on like that for a good while. They planned to meet at the capital's exit the next day, after Eris's affairs were settled.

The following morning was chaos. Queen Aerial was unable to dissuade Eris from her plans of departing the city. Derrick Redbat tried to convince her, but the mage had never had much luck when it came to taming the Red Lion. Her husband also failed to change her mind, not that Luke Notos Greyrat tried awfully hard. Eris always held the higher authority in their relationship. The matter was settled with Eris needing to return as soon as possible, though everyone besides the woman in question understood that may be months in the future.

So, the four women headed for Buena Village. Sylphiette was excited to see her family again, as well as the Greyrats. She wished Norn and Aisha could attend their wedding, but they were still studying in Ranoa. Roxy was more nervous. She would have to face not two, but five parents when returning to Buena, hoping they'd accept her. Little did she know, Paul had spread the word of Sylphiette's crush years ago, so they were all prepared for her to become part of the family.

Elinalise was still considering her options. She was conflicted over whether it was the right time to meet her son, or if it would be better to skip the wedding and maintain her current relationship with Sylphiette. Every instinct was telling her to hide, sparing her granddaughter the shame of knowing she was related to a harlot, but the look on Sylphiette's face when she talked about her wedding kept Elinalise at her side.

As for Eris, she was just along for the ride. In all her life, she had never truly had a friend. Roxy was her teacher. Ghislaine was her bodyguard. Aerial was her master. Even Luke was so infatuated with her that they weren't on even ground. But with Sylphiette, she had finally found a friend. That thought brought her great joy.

Chapter Text

-Eris-

After Sylphiette and Roxy's wedding, the group of four were heading for the Demon Continent. The country was filled with labyrinths for the party to explore, but it also served as a chance for Roxy to visit her family's home. It had been decades since she left as a child, feeling she didn't belong among her kind. Yet, with her wife now going by Sylphiette Migurdia, she felt it was the right time to try mending that relationship.

Elinalise had taken the risk and told Sylphiette that she was her grandmother. Expecting some form of rejection for her promiscuity, she wept as her granddaughter accepted her with no judgment. It was the type of acceptance she needed. It was well worth having to see Paul again, who she still held a good deal of contempt for.

Eris was fascinated by the Greyrat's humble lives, despite Paul's noble heritage. Having grown up in the chaos of Asuran Royal politics, she had never had the chance to live a simple life. While the calm and peace may have driven her mad in her youth, as an adult she thought a life of simplicity would suit her well. She planned to bring up the idea of retiring in the country side to Luke when she returned, though even that might force the loyal pup to take a stand against his mistress. After all, he still enjoyed flirting with women around the capital, though he wasn't foolish enough to outright cheat on the Red Lion.

Then there was Sylphiette. She should have been happy. She was married to the love of her life. She had gained a grandmother she never knew she had. She had even gained a friend in the rival she envied for years. Despite all that, she was growing ever more frustrated by the day, and the cause was obvious.

Eris was overbearing and she couldn't take a hint. Any time she tried to spend time with Roxy, the red head would involve herself or drag Sylphiette into some new activity. The newlyweds hadn't been alone once since the coronation. While Roxy held out longer, even she was annoyed by her wife being snatched away on their wedding night. When night fell, Sylphiette never had the energy to enjoy her wife's company. Neither could last the entire trip without the other's affection. So, the ever vigilant Elinalise forged a plot to give the wives their moment of bliss. They need only wait for them to reach the next town.

After returning from hunting, Eris was excited to help Sylphiette cook up the boar she had slain. The North Saint had recently become her fixation, as she admired her strength and ingenuity. Unfortunately for her, neither Sylphiette nor Roxy were in the Guild lobby when she returned. Only Elinalise sat at the bar.

“Eris dear, care for a drink?” The older elf held out a mug to her, pretending to be more intoxicated than she was.

Carelessly, Eris dropped the boar onto the counter. The bar maid was shocked. She started to berate Eris for getting blood all over her counter, but a single fiery glance from the Sword Saint was enough to make her retreat to the kitchen. “Where's Sylphiette?”

“Her and Roxy weren't feeling well, so they went to bed early.” Looping her arm through Eris's, Elinalise tried to get her to sit. “Why not drink with me tonight?”

The attempt to drag Eris away from the pair swiftly back fired. “If they aren't feeling well, I should check on them.” Without a look back at her remaining party member, Eris headed towards the stairs.

“Wait!” Elinalise ran after her. “I meant they were tired and wanted to get to sleep early.”

Eris stared down the experienced adventurer. Elinalise was giving off the type of nerves that even the clueless swordswoman could pick up on. “You're lying. I'm going to check on them.”

As she approached the room, she could hear moaning. This confirmed to Eris that Elinalise was lying about them being okay. She tried to open the door and was met with resistance. With a bit more force, she easily broke the lock, splintering the frame and swinging the door open. Then, she stepped inside.

“Why are you two naked?”

The newlyweds scrambled to gather their clothes. Elinalise sighed at how fruitless her diversions had been. Then there was Eris, who simply looked around in confusion.

That night, the couple had a long, hard talk with Eris about how they needed their space. Apparently, she hadn't realized married women would have sex. Even the clueless Eris felt shame over her ignorance and the way she caused trouble for her friend and teacher. From then on, there was new after dark rule, where she left the married couple to do their deeds, which she followed to the letter.