Giving a relieved sigh at the Wizard Marshal's lecture - as well as being more than relieved over the fact she was, in fact, not in some sort of death game with the masters around her - Amedea turned towards her own summoning circle. While she was not one for magic, she had practiced the chant - along with the modifications her father had "gifted" her - and memorized them to the point she did not even need the piece of paper when she arrived. She had it all down by heart. 

Taking a moment to calm her heart - and to delay the inevitable for just a second longer, Amedea began chanting. 

[center]"Let silver and steel be the essence. 
Let stone and the archduke of contracts be the foundation...[/center]

The chant continued, the circle began to glow with power. She could feel some of the circuits within her burning - in usage or anticipation, she could not know. When she arrived at a certain part, however, she deviated from the chat. Almost hesitating for a moment, she put down her father's "Gift". 

[centre][color=483D8B]"Yet you shall serve with your eyes clouded by chaos.
For you would be one caged in madness;
I shall wield your chains!"[/color][/centre]

The chant continued, but she could tell it had been changed. Altered. She had done something out of the ordinary; her circle was beginning to shine in a way it was not supposed to. Or perhaps it had all been in her mind. Nevertheless, she continued.

[centre]"You, seven heavens clad in three words of power, arrive from the ring of deterrence, O keeper of the balance ―――！"[/centre]

With her circle most likely one of the last to finish due to the additional lines to the incantation she had made, the cloud of smoke flared up. Taking a step back out of instinct, she coughed a bit, waving the smoke away from the immediate vicinity of her face as she tried to see if she had summoned a hero or had absolutely failed...