For a scant few moments, she thought she had stumbled into the same dream once again.

The cloudless sky. The sunlight without warmth. The empty plateau stretching before her vision. Fanilly recognized all of it immediately.

The sight of that dream. The one where she'd faced seemingly endless opponents. Where she'd fought the Gentle Blade.

But in moments it became clear this was no dream, after all. Because the young Knight-Captain wasn't alone.

There were others. A number of her knights who seemed just as perplexed as she was to be there once again. But before she could even speak, she was suddenly met with the sight of the one who had to be responsible for all of this.

The Knight-Witch. It was hard to comprehend what was happening, but it wasn't difficult to put together how this was connected to the prior 'dream'. Someone had asked her to do this? Who? So many questions arose in that very moment, and Fanilly found herself unable to voice even one of them.

The 'dream' had been a test? And this was meant to build further experience? Was that how it was? But where was this? Where were they? How was this even possible?

It didn't fit with any kind of magic she was aware of at all.

Even more confusing was when two identical maids were suddenly deposited ahead of them.

They had little choice but to play by this scenario's rules, regardless, so once Fanilly found herself able to speak properly again she managed to pull herself together as quickly as she could.

"I... Iron Rose Knights, we'll..." she trailed off, attempting to compose her thoughts. What did she even say in this situation?

"We... we need to get moving."

That was all she could think of, as she tried to direct her knights down the path. This massive city... where could it possibly be? Was it a fictional location, or modeled on some real place? She'd never seen one that was so enormous before. The massive white fortress almost had a certain familiarity to it, as if she'd once seen an illustration of the same building, perhaps, but she simply couldn't quite place it.

The fact that the path lead them to what was unmistakably Candaeln, even though it was different. The windows weren't the same, and the fact it was in a wall was strange, but there was no mistaking the home of the Iron Rose Knights.

But she stopped dead when she saw the person who was inside.

She'd seen Lilette in battle before, but not only was the elven knight still alive but she'd thought that she was dreaming at the time.

Now, she was faced with someone who had seemingly stepped out of a painting.

"Sir... Sir Cyrus?!"

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