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[b]"Good, then let's be-"[/b]

Before that word could be completed, luggage appeared, as if manifesting from the aether itself. Perhaps not 'as if', but 'actually just'. For a moment, she stared at the bundle of bags, the scrawled note pinned to it, and then closed her eyes. Just very briefly. Long enough for her to marvel at the sheer [i]weight[/i] of the magical potential the Knight-Witch possessed. Cross-continental spatial magic, whereas others would exhaust their life just fueling the ritual for leaving a city without walking its streets.

It was mere marvel though. It was not a path to aspire towards.

[b]"Lady Rui,"[/b] Serenity called out. [b]"A moment. Your bags are here. Lein, Sir Steffen. Perhaps you could assist her with them?"[/b]

The training field was large. Large enough that after that declaration, the Arcedeen girl gestured towards Fanilly. Strode ten steps away from the pile of bags. Raised her shield. Nodded, ready.