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Dorothea read the notice that was thrusted into her hands, disrespectfully so.  To think fate brought such a letter to her, it was so comical that it brought a smile to her face.. [color=86608E][i]Did they say that these knife ears were from Oiyac? I guess [b]those[/b] aren’t as bad as the filthy baummenschen from Mycormi.[/i][/color] 

A little stretch here and there. [color=86608E]”Guess it won’t hurt to check it out. It’s a personal request, so that automatically is already better than the school sending us to near certain death.”[/color] The girl rolled her neck before shaking off any of the strain from the stretches. 

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The evening was not filled with rest for the Huulisch boy.

[color=#FF00FF][i]You’re going to fuck up again, dummkopf! It’s not some people on the street we’re dealing with here. It’s actual diplomacy, like the things you should’ve learned but always walked out on when your tutors asked you oh, so politely to learn.[/i][/color] Fiske walked around scratching his scalp. Everything has gotten so fast as of late, his mind barely had the time to process it all.

He almost died because he hesitated. His idiotic sense of soft justice is what got Marci in. . 

Then when he wanted to just find some books to learn a couple secret spells. That too got him close to death and nobody wanted to help him. He wanted to beg but the pain was enough to keep him silent. [color=#FF00FF][i]Fuck them, fuck them all. I did all of that for them just to be left to die. Oooh, Penny was more important than your filthy common life. . . FUCK. . YOU![/i][/color] Tears fell down his cheek as a mixture of fear and anger hit the boy. 

A couple breaths were let in and let out in an effort to calm himself down. [color=#FF00FF][i]If it wasn’t for that weird fruit. I think. . . I think that I would’ve bled out and died there.[/i][/color] He conjured a reflection of himself. He did not look any different, but he [b]felt[/b] different. The boy could cry. For all his optimism and snark had evaporated and in its wake was a young man who did not feel at home in his own body in a week’s time.

Those filthy students that used the situation of the Zenos coup d'état against Zenith Upta to use their magic to murder. Those men were just mercenaries, did they deserve to die just because they stood against the students’ “glorious revolution”? Most of them probably did not even care about the political aspect of it. [color=#FF00FF][i]They just wanted to kill and fight. To save Penny? Yeah, right.[/i][/color]

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Yvain did not know how to feel about proceeding to the next round of the Tan-Zeno process. He got through but in the process he had to admit to things he rather wouldn’t have acknowledged. [color=00e600][i]You’re a noble, damn you! Have some pride.[/i][/color] But which accomplishments could he take pride out of? Almost dying to that filth in Vossoriya? Not being able to stop his cousin getting killed? Being utterly overpowered by any adversary that was encountered? [color=00e600][i]Admit it, you’re not a legend like Arcel or Benedict. You’re barely a Rouis. . You’re Yvain, a high noble that is strong- But never strong enough.[/i][/color] 

[color=00e600]”It seems we’ll have to talk it out with the students who partner themselves with the Central Alliance.”[/color] The Perrenchman sighed heavily. [color=00e600]”After all of this violence, I’d rather not resort to force when diplomacy can do the trick.”[/color]