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Chapter 44 - Chapter 43 – Lessons Beyond the Sword‎‎

The Black Lion's children had a new home.

‎It wasn't a castle filled with dragons, nor a fortress of steel — it was an academy.

‎Here, they were meant to learn not just to become warriors like Aizen, but to grow into their own selves.

‎Strength, after all, came in more than one form.

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‎Amethyst's "Hero Moment" Afterglow

‎Mikaela and Crystal were the first to find Amethyst the next morning, still basking in the memory of scaring off Theodore and Lina's bullies.

‎He stood in front of his mirror again, leaning sideways, tilting his head, running a hand through his hair with an almost dramatic flourish.

‎"You should've seen their faces," he murmured to himself. "Pure fear. Perfect stance. Absolute—"

‎"Stop."

‎Mikaela walked up, grabbed his wrist, and lowered his arm with the calm authority of someone far older — despite being only eleven.

‎"You look ridiculous," she said bluntly. "You're fifteen. Try acting like it."

‎Amethyst blinked. "I was projecting dominance."

‎"You were preening," she corrected.

‎Crystal giggled in the background.

‎Little did Amethyst know, Mikaela and Crystal had noticed something else that day — if any of those bullies had so much as touched Theodore, Lina would've attacked without hesitation. Her training under Aizen had made her fast and vicious, even for her age.

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‎Crystal's Quiet Genius

‎School separated Crystal and Lina into different classes.

‎Crystal's class was filled with chatter and noise, but she kept to herself, eyes always lowered. She was painfully shy, yet behind those hesitant glances was a mind sharp enough to rival Amethyst's — though in a different way.

‎Where Amethyst excelled in raw cunning and presence, Crystal thrived in structured problem-solving, designing strategies and solutions no one else thought of. Even the teachers noticed, though she never raised her hand unless called on.

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‎Mikaela & Theodore: Magic Made Simple

‎Mikaela and Theodore sat side by side in their classroom. While Theodore was cheerful, his magical control wasn't refined enough for advanced techniques. That's where Mikaela stepped in.

‎She didn't try to force him to mimic Lyra's complex spellwork or Aizen's brutal precision. Instead, she created smaller, practical spells Theodore could master quickly — flickers of light for distraction, wind bursts for speed, and mana-thread snares for capturing enemies.

‎Theodore's progress soared under her guidance, and even their teacher remarked that his control had doubled in just a week.

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‎Lina: The Lone Wolf in the Gloom

‎Lina's class was different — quiet, almost unnervingly so. The moment she walked in, every eye was on her. Her unusual hair and fur made whispers travel through the room.

‎They didn't know what she was — only that she looked different.

‎Her class focused on mental exercises and preparation for adventuring, training students for the vast ranking system:

‎F, D, C, B, A, AA, AAA, S, SS, SSS, SSS+, Z, ZZ, ZZZ, and the nearly mythical ZZZ+.

‎The Dragon King Aizen had slain had reached ZZ — the highest anyone in history had seen. Anything beyond that was considered impossible.

‎But Lina didn't care about theory. She had already fought real battles — bandits, monsters, creatures that would've torn her classmates apart. She didn't need the academy to teach her how to survive.

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‎Amethyst: The Scary Big Brother

‎In his own class, Amethyst barely spoke. He sat still, eyes half-lidded, his expression unreadable — but intimidating enough to make even the teacher stutter.

‎He wasn't doing it on purpose; he was just deep in thought.

‎In his mind, he was somewhere else entirely — leaping around with Crystal and Theodore, laughing as they played.

‎He loved them both dearly for their sweetness and innocence.

‎Mikaela and Lina, however… sometimes terrified him.

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‎Evening Peace

‎That night, steam rose from the grand bathhouse. Lyra leaned back in the water, eyes half-closed, while Aizen rested beside her. The day's troubles melted away into the warmth, neither speaking for a long while.

‎For a brief moment, there was no war, no prophecy — only the sound of water and the quiet comfort of being together.

‎(End of Chapter 43)

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