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*Magic Knights Headquarters - Two weeks later*
The evening air in the castle's central courtyard was filled with the sounds of laughter and friendly competition. What had started as routine combat training had evolved into something more relaxed—a chance for the Magic Knights to bond as comrades rather than just fellow soldiers. Damian sat on a stone bench, watching with amusement as Teal attempted to teach Rygon one of her card games while Tycun and Shiel engaged in what appeared to be a philosophical debate about military ethics.
"Your Highness," Teal called out cheerfully, "settle an argument for us. Is it cheating to use magic to peek at your opponent's cards if they're using magic to shuffle the deck?"
"That depends," Damian replied with a grin, "are we talking about official Magic Knights regulations or Teal's personal code of conduct?"
"Hey!" Teal protested, throwing a playing card at him. "I have very strict personal ethics, thank you very much. They just happen to be... flexible."
Rygon laughed, his usual theatrical demeanor relaxed in the informal setting. "Flexible ethics from someone whose codename is literally Famine. I'm seeing a pattern here."
"At least my ethics are consistent," Teal shot back. "You spent twenty minutes this morning trying to convince us that your hair naturally looks that perfect."
"It does!" Rygon exclaimed, running a hand through his blonde locks. "This is just good genetics and proper nutrition."
"And an hour of styling every morning," Shiel observed dryly from her position near Tycun. "The walls in this castle aren't that thick, Rygon. We can hear you talking to your reflection."
Even Tycun cracked a smile at that, his granite features softening in the warm evening light. "Perhaps we should focus on more pressing matters. Like whether Shiel's definition of 'acceptable casualties' is realistic in actual combat situations."
"There's nothing unrealistic about expecting competent leaders to minimize civilian harm," Shiel replied firmly, though her tone was more conversational than argumentative. "The moment we start accepting innocent deaths as inevitable, we stop being protectors and become just another military force."
"Noble sentiment," Tycun agreed, "but sometimes tactical reality doesn't allow for perfect outcomes."
"Then we get better at tactics," Damian interjected, standing and moving to join the group. "Shiel's right—the moment we compromise on protecting innocent lives is the moment we lose what makes us different from every other military organization."
"See?" Shiel said with satisfaction. "Our prince understands the principle."
"Our prince also has World Magic that lets him create perfect tactical solutions," Rygon pointed out. "The rest of us have to work with more conventional limitations."
"Which is why we train together," Damian said, settling onto the ground near his knights. "Individual strength is important, but it's coordination that makes us truly effective."
Teal grinned mischievously. "Speaking of coordination, has anyone else noticed that our fearless leader gets distracted during briefings whenever a certain blue-haired mage sends letters?"
Damian felt heat rise in his cheeks. "I do not get distracted during briefings."
"Yesterday you spent five minutes explaining supply logistics to a communication lacrima that wasn't even turned on," Rygon observed with amusement. "Right after Captain Marcus mentioned mail delivery."
"That was... I was testing the equipment," Damian said weakly.
"Sure you were," Teal laughed. "It's okay, Your Highness. We think it's sweet that you're completely smitten with her."
"I am not—" Damian started, then stopped as he realized all four of his captains were looking at him with identical expressions of fond amusement. "Fine. Perhaps I've been somewhat... preoccupied lately."
"Somewhat?" Shiel raised an eyebrow. "You've been designing contingency plans for threats to Magnolia that have a statistical probability of less than one percent."
"Preparation is never wasted," Damian replied with dignity, though he couldn't deny the truth of her observation. Ever since giving Levy the protective necklace, his thoughts had turned to her safety with increasing frequency.
"True," Tycun said diplomatically, "though perhaps we could focus some of that protective energy on more immediate concerns. Like the fact that we still don't have standardized equipment for extended operations."
"Actually," Damian said, his expression brightening as he seized on the change of subject, "that's something I've been working on. Wait here."
He stood and headed toward the castle, leaving his four captains exchanging curious glances.
"Think he's finally finished whatever he's been tinkering with in that sealed workshop?" Rygon asked.
"Has to be," Teal replied. "He's been spending three hours a day in there for the past month, and he gets that same look he had when he was working on Tycun's swords."
When Damian returned, he was accompanied by several servants carrying what appeared to be four large wooden chests. Each chest was carved with intricate designs and bore the symbol of one of the Horsemen.
"Knights," Damian said formally, though his excitement was evident, "you've proven yourselves in combat, demonstrated unwavering loyalty, and become not just my captains but my closest friends. It's time you had equipment that reflects your status."
He gestured to the first chest, marked with Tycun's symbol. "Captain Tycun, your uniform."
Tycun opened the chest to reveal a magnificent set of armor that seemed to blend protection with mobility. The primary pieces were crafted from silvery metal that gleamed with inner light, covering the chest, shoulders, arms, and legs with articulated plates that would allow full range of motion. Beneath the armor, darker clothing was visible—a high-quality tunic and trousers that would provide comfort during extended wear. Most striking was the flowing dark blue mantle with fur trim along the edges, giving the entire ensemble a regal, commanding presence.
"The armor is forged from mythril and enchanted steel," Damian explained as Tycun lifted the breastplate with obvious reverence. "It will turn aside most magical attacks while remaining light enough for your combat style. The under-clothing is woven with protective spells and temperature regulation. The mantle... well, I thought you deserved something that looked appropriately impressive."
"Your Highness," Tycun said quietly, "this is magnificent. But the expense—"
"Is irrelevant," Damian interrupted. "You're risking your life for the kingdom. The least I can do is ensure you're properly protected while doing it."
He moved to the second chest, this one bearing Teal's symbol. "Captain Teal."
Teal opened her chest to reveal a military-style uniform that was both practical and striking. The dark-colored double-breasted coat had large, cape-like lapels that would provide additional protection while maintaining her mobility. Underneath was a well-tailored dark uniform with a sturdy belt for equipment. The entire ensemble was sized perfectly for her small frame while maintaining the authority of military dress.
"It's beautiful," Teal breathed, running her fingers over the fine fabric. "And it actually looks like it was made for someone my size instead of being tailored down from standard measurements."
"Each uniform is custom-crafted," Damian confirmed. "The coat includes defensive enchantments and storage spaces for your magical components. The entire outfit is designed to enhance your magic rather than restrict it."
The third chest belonged to Rygon, and when opened, revealed a uniform that was both military and elegant. The dark-colored military jacket featured epaulets, buttons, and a high collar that spoke of formal authority. But it was the long, dark-colored cloak with its lighter interior lining and large, fluffy light-colored fur collar that truly made the ensemble special.
"Now this," Rygon said with obvious delight, "is what I call proper military fashion. Finally, a uniform that matches my natural sense of style!"
"The jacket includes holsters specifically designed for Order and Chaos," Damian noted with amusement. "And the cloak provides both protection and dramatic flair, which I thought you'd appreciate."
Finally, he turned to the fourth chest, marked with Shiel's symbol. "Captain Shiel."
Shiel's uniform was perhaps the most sophisticated of all—a dark grey military double-breasted coat that fell to mid-thigh, with gold buttons and a black vest visible at the collar. Underneath was an elegant gold-glittering skirt that somehow managed to look both professional and practical. Black fingerless gloves and opaque tights completed the ensemble, along with a military-style cap decorated with gold accents and pointed protrusions on either side.
"It's perfect," Shiel said with genuine emotion, lifting the coat to examine the craftsmanship. "Professional, protective, and practical. Everything a military uniform should be."
"Each uniform includes comprehensive defensive enchantments," Damian explained as his captains examined their new equipment. "Protection against magical attacks, physical harm, environmental hazards, and even some forms of mental manipulation. They're also equipped with communication systems, emergency beacons, and healing magic that will activate automatically if you're seriously injured."
"Your Highness," Tycun said, speaking for all of them, "these gifts... they represent more than just equipment. They represent trust, investment in our future, and genuine care for our wellbeing."
"They represent friendship," Damian corrected softly. "You four have become more than just my captains. You're my advisors, my confidants, and the closest friends I've ever had. These uniforms are a symbol of that bond."
Teal wiped at her eyes, though she tried to hide it. "Damn it, Your Highness, you're going to make me cry. And tears don't go with my tough reputation."
"Your reputation as someone who cares deeply about her friends?" Rygon asked with uncharacteristic gentleness. "I think we can all live with that."
"Besides," Shiel added with a rare smile, "tears of gratitude are nothing to be ashamed of. These gifts... they mean more than you know."
As the evening stars began to appear overhead, the five friends sat together in comfortable silence, surrounded by the tangible symbols of their bond. The uniforms represented more than just protection or status—they represented a family forged through shared purpose and mutual respect.
"So," Teal said eventually, her voice lighter, "when do we get to test these things out in actual combat?"
"Hopefully not too soon," Damian replied. "But when we do, we'll face whatever comes together."
"Together," Tycun agreed, and the others nodded in unison.
In the distance, the lights of Magnolia twinkled like earthbound stars, and Damian found his thoughts turning to Levy as they often did. Soon, he promised himself, he would find the courage to tell her how he felt. But for now, it was enough to sit with his chosen family and know that whatever challenges lay ahead, he wouldn't face them alone.
The Magic Knights were more than just an organization—they were brothers and sisters in arms, bound together by loyalty, purpose, and the deep affection that comes from standing together against the darkness.
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*To be continued...*