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	Familiar summoning had been an elective program back in Königsfeld, where they were taught how to prepare a personalized summoning ritual. But while Pascal found the sorcery lessons interesting, he had no interest in attaining a ''pet'' as the final outcome.		Familiar summoning had been an elective program back in Königsfeld, where they were taught how to prepare a personalized summoning ritual. But while Pascal found the sorcery lessons interesting, he had no interest in attaining a ''pet'' as the final outcome.

	Silently, he scrolled back through his memories, thinking of every mage's familiar he had come across during his years. Many of them made for trusted mounts on the battlefield. Some of them served as eyes and ears for their master. A few even trained as servants in simple households. But not a single one --not even the phoenix familiars of the Oriflamme Paladins-- ever showed more intelligence and creativity than one could expect from a beast.		Silently, he scrolled back through his memories, thinking of every mage's familiar he had come across during his years. Many of them made for trusted mounts on the battlefield. Some of them served as eyes and ears for their master. A few even trained as servants in simple households. But not a single one -- not even the phoenix familiars of the Oriflamme Paladins -- ever showed more intelligence and creativity than one could expect from a beast.

	''But then,'' a thought came to him, ''why must I be limited to mere beasts?''		''But then,'' a thought came to him, ''why must I be limited to mere beasts?''

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	His announcement gathered most of the class' attention in an instant.		His announcement gathered most of the class' attention in an instant.

	Even Pascal glanced back with a hint of admiration for the adaptability shown by his advisor. It was only a year ago when the Professor insisted Pascal follow his father's wishes: to extend his education under in Rhin-Lotharingie, on the grounds that it was somehow 'good for him'.		Even Pascal glanced back with a hint of admiration for the adaptability shown by his advisor. It was only a year ago when the Professor insisted Pascal follow his father's wishes: to extend his education under Albert in Rhin-Lotharingie, on the grounds that it was somehow 'good for him'.

	"But first things first, I'm to remind everyone that all third year's classes will be canceled this Friday for familiar-summoning ceremonies. All students who wish to participate are free to do so."		"But first things first, I'm to remind everyone that all third year's classes will be canceled this Friday for familiar-summoning ceremonies. All students who wish to participate are free to do so."
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	''...Must be capable enough to serve as my second. An advisor and analyst, but also able to fend for herself with the powers I bestow through our bond.''		''...Must be capable enough to serve as my second. An advisor and analyst, but also able to fend for herself with the powers I bestow through our bond.''

	A brief flashback brought his thoughts back to his childhood, when he and Princess Sylviane could spend hours lounging on the shores of the Cross Lake near the Moltewitz estate. Their conversations naturally flowed from one worldly topic to another with no regard to time, when he had all day to admire the focus and intellect that lay behind her wisteria gaze, or the vast understanding that hid under that dark-~~plum~~ hair.		A brief flashback brought his thoughts back to his childhood, when he and Princess Sylviane could spend hours lounging on the shores of the Cross Lake near the Moltewitz estate. Their conversations naturally flowed from one worldly topic to another with no regard to time, when he had all day to admire the focus and intellect that lay behind her wisteria gaze, or the vast understanding that hid under that dark-purple hair.

	''...And she needs to be cute too,'' he decided, with the perfect image coming to mind. ''Vivi is Sylv's favorite, after all.'' He thought of the girl who often accompanied the Crown Princess. ''Can't object to another girl as cute.''		''...And she needs to be cute too,'' he decided, with the perfect image coming to mind. ''Vivi is Sylv's favorite, after all.'' He thought of the girl who often accompanied the Crown Princess. ''Can't object to another girl as cute.''

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	Both of the men groaned, thereby identifying that they were still boys.		Both of the men groaned, thereby identifying that they were still boys.

	"Great, leave it to ~~the~~ King to undo our Field Marshal's brilliance; that princeling needs to be taken down a notch and even his father knows it..." Reynald's mood plummeted straight to grumpy, and not even a serious case of childhood hero worship for the elder von Moltewitz could rebound it. Then, as he opened the last door along the corridor and turned into the theater-like classroom: "and speak of the devil, our Runelord's celebrity status seems to have further exaggerated his supercilious aura of majesty."		"Great, leave it to King Leopold to undo our Field Marshal's brilliance; that princeling needs to be taken down a notch and even his father knows it..." Reynald's mood plummeted straight to grumpy, and not even a serious case of childhood hero worship for the elder von Moltewitz could rebound it. Then, as he opened the last door along the corridor and turned into the theater-like classroom: "and speak of the devil, our Runelord's celebrity status seems to have further exaggerated his supercilious aura of majesty."

	It didn't take familiarity to spot Pascal. Even with eyes shut, he still sat with a regal poise that cleared all doubts. Framed by soft golden curls just long enough to cover his ears, his appearance stayed lit by a gentle, Mona Lisa smile. His broad yet lean build gave his polished military uniform the best look a propaganda poster could seek.		It didn't take familiarity to spot Pascal. Even with eyes shut, he still sat with a regal poise that cleared all doubts. Framed by soft golden curls just long enough to cover his ears, his appearance stayed lit by a gentle, Mona Lisa smile. His broad yet lean build gave his polished military uniform the best look a propaganda poster could seek.

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	Both of the men groaned.		Both of the men groaned.

	"Great, leave it to your King to undo the Marshal's work. That princeling needs to be taken down a notch and even his father knows it..." Reynaud's mood plummeted straight to grumpy, where not even his admiration for the renowned Field Marshal of Weichsel was enough to rescue it. Then, as the trio turned the corner into another courtyard: "speak of the devil, our ''Runelord's'' new celebrity status is already taking effect."		"Great, leave it to your King to undo the Marshal's work. That arrogant twit of a princeling needs to be taken down a notch and even his father knows it..." Reynaud's mood plummeted straight to grumpy, where not even his admiration for the renowned Field Marshal of Weichsel was enough to rescue it. Then, as the trio turned the corner into another courtyard: "speak of the devil, our ''Runelord's'' new celebrity status is already taking effect."

	It didn't take familiarity to spot Pascal. Even with eyes shut and arms crossed, he still sat in a regal poise that made the marble bench look like a throne. Framed by soft golden curls just long enough to cover his ears, his broad yet lean build gave his polished military uniform the best look a propaganda poster could seek.		It didn't take familiarity to spot Pascal. Even with his eyes shut and arms crossed, he still sat in a regal poise that made the marble bench look like a throne. Framed by soft golden curls just long enough to cover his ears, his broad yet lean build gave his polished military uniform the best look a propaganda poster could seek.

	But that wasn't what ~~naturally~~ made him the center of attention. Sitting alone in the middle of the courtyard gardens, he was surrounded by noble girls who kept their distance. They all stood at least twenty paces away, whispering among themselves even as they kept him in their gaze. Meanwhile, most of the men who strolled by, and ~~some~~ of the ~~women~~ as well, looked towards him with scowling faces.		But that wasn't what made him the center of attention. Sitting alone in the middle of the courtyard gardens, he was surrounded by noble girls who kept their distance. They all stood at least twenty paces away, whispering among themselves even as they kept him in their gaze. Meanwhile, most of the men who strolled by, and many of the ladies as well, looked towards him with scowling faces.

	It was an understatement to say that Pascal Kay Lennart von Moltewitz, the only heir of Weichsel's Marshal and ~~the~~ Landgrave of Nordkreuz, stood far above the crowd. But regardless of how assured he looked as he gathered the light of mana into a gemstone in his hands, no one could doubt the ill repercussions that too often followed any young prodigy:		It was an understatement to say that Pascal Kay Lennart von Moltewitz, the only heir of Weichsel's Marshal and Landgrave of Nordkreuz, stood far above the crowd. But regardless of how assured he looked as he gathered the light of mana into a gemstone in his hands, no one could doubt the ill repercussions that too often followed any young prodigy:

	Amongst a courtyard of chattering peers, he sat silent and alone.		Amongst a courtyard of chattering peers, he sat silent and alone.
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	"Captain and Knight's Cross recipient at just twenty..."		"Captain and Knight's Cross recipient at just twenty..."

	"He graduated from the ~~prestigious~~ Königsfeld Military Academy in just three years!"		"He graduated from the Königsfeld Military Academy in just three years!"

	"Even the King of Weichsel said that he would make a great general one day."		"Even the King of Weichsel said that he would make a great general one day."

	"He's also the heir to the Landgraviate of Nordkreuz, the most prosperous trading hub in the north."		"He's also the heir to the Landgraviate of Nordkreuz, the most prosperous trading hub in the north!"

	~~"His inheritance alone will make him one of the richest men on the continent~~!"

	"It's such a shame he's already betrothed to our Crown Princess."		"It's such a shame he's already betrothed to our Crown Princess."
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	''Day after day I'm surrounded by insignificant fools, each with no greater role in the world than a mere name, barely altering the statistics of census records and enrollment sheets.''		''Day after day I'm surrounded by insignificant fools, each with no greater role in the world than a mere name, barely altering the statistics of census records and enrollment sheets.''

	Pascal couldn't help but wish that one of those rumors ''was'' actually true, that Crown Princess Sylviane really did pay him a visit. She was one of the few girls he knew worthy of her nobility, who not only had the beauty to match her prestige but also the farsighted intellect of an aspiring ruler. Unfortunately, proper empresses-in-training also lacked time, and it was all she could spare to congratulate him a week ago through a ''Farspeak'' ~~conversation~~ spell.		Pascal couldn't help but wish that one of those rumors ''was'' actually true, that Crown Princess Sylviane really did pay him a visit. She was one of the few girls he knew worthy of her nobility, who not only had the beauty to match her prestige but also the farsighted intellect of an aspiring ruler. Unfortunately, proper empresses-in-training also lacked time, and it was all she could spare to congratulate him a week ago through a ''Farspeak'' communication spell.

	Of course, not everyone spoke of his accomplishments with admiration. That included a number of young lords within this room. Contempt filled their voices as though ridiculing others somehow rescued their wounded pride.		Of course, not everyone spoke of his accomplishments with admiration. That included a number of young lords within this room. Contempt filled their voices as though ridiculing others somehow rescued their wounded pride.
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	Instead, he had been sent to the Empire of Rhin-Lotharingie as one of Professor Albert von Marienfeld's assistants -- a post-grad 'exchange student' to promote goodwill and share cultural and military expertise with their allies. The Alisia Academy of Magic where he lived now wasn't even specific to military education. Instead, it was a generalist institution full of undisciplined young nobles, many of whom wasted the exorbitant sums their parents paid to send them.		Instead, he had been sent to the Empire of Rhin-Lotharingie as one of Professor Albert von Marienfeld's assistants -- a post-grad 'exchange student' to promote goodwill and share cultural and military expertise with their allies. The Alisia Academy of Magic where he lived now wasn't even specific to military education. Instead, it was a generalist institution full of undisciplined young nobles, many of whom wasted the exorbitant sums their parents paid to send them.

	Pascal could understand the need for diplomacy. After all, he was the Empire's future Prince Consort. But...		Pascal could understand the need for diplomacy. After all, he was the Empire's future Crown Prince Consort. But...

	''Why send me to a school of all places? What's the point of forcing me to stay in the classroom!? I'm wasting my time here!''		''Why send me to a school of all places? What's the point of forcing me to stay in the classroom!? I'm wasting my time here!''
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	Pascal knew perfectly well that he had a long way to climb before emerging from the shadows of his father's renown. He needed to start his career early, to take advantage of every opportunity, not be saddled down with additional baggage. Furthermore, for an aspiring officer who had already felt the power of responsibility on the battlefield, a return to the classroom was like being told to go back to the sandbox.		Pascal knew perfectly well that he had a long way to climb before emerging from the shadows of his father's renown. He needed to start his career early, to take advantage of every opportunity, not be saddled down with additional baggage. Furthermore, for an aspiring officer who had already felt the power of responsibility on the battlefield, a return to the classroom was like being told to go back to the sandbox.

	"Settle down, everyone," ~~announced the~~ balding professor Albert von Marienfeld, exactly one minute late as usual to his lectures on ''Military Command, Control, and Communications''.		"Settle down, everyone." The balding professor Albert von Marienfeld announced, exactly one minute late as usual to his lectures on 'Military Command, Control, and Communications'.

	"I realize that the return of my assistants from the front lines brings exciting news. It's precisely why I sent them, so our class could discuss and analyze their first-hand experiences!"		"I realize that the return of my assistants from the front lines brings exciting news. It's precisely why I sent them, so our class could discuss and analyze their first-hand experiences!"
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	Humans were another matter entirely, and the divination scanning component he wrote into the spell was nowhere powerful enough to search through the multiverse for a precise match to his exact specifications.		Humans were another matter entirely, and the divination scanning component he wrote into the spell was nowhere powerful enough to search through the multiverse for a precise match to his exact specifications.

	Magical energy naturally drifted towards the easiest path: twiddling the first subject that met most criteria instead of seeking a perfect match. Of course, shaping minds was a difficult and dangerous business~~, but~~ molding forms through sorcery was easily achieved.		Magical energy naturally drifted towards the easiest path: twiddling the first subject that met most criteria instead of seeking a perfect match. Of course, shaping minds was a difficult and dangerous business. But molding forms through sorcery was easily achieved.

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	Reynald could barely contain his boiling excitement as he bounced down the granite steps, ahead of his two companions. Short statured with fiery red hair, his abundant energy lit up the gloomy castle corridors like a radiating torch.		Reynald could barely contain his boiling excitement as he bounced down the granite steps, ahead of his two companions. Short statured with fiery red hair, his abundant energy lit up the gloomy castle corridors like a radiating torch.

	"How could we not? With you reminding us every three minutes," Parzifal replied with an exasperated exhale. Despite being built with the lean musculature of a runner, his powerful legs strode into the corridor with gentle grace. ~~Then, through a faraway gaze:~~ "do you know how many we lost this time?"		"How could we not? With you reminding us every three minutes," Parzifal replied with an exasperated exhale. Despite being built with the lean musculature of a runner, his powerful legs strode into the corridor with gentle grace. "Do you know how many we lost this time?"

	"Just three from the entire school, and the whole campaign took but a season! The Holy Father has graced Weichsel with a great victory this year! Those barbaric Västergötland invaders lay crushed and humiliated, while our mates return in glorious triumph!" Reynald pumped his ~~meager~~ fist into the air for good measure.		"Just three from the entire school, and the whole campaign took but a season! The Holy Father has graced Weichsel with a great victory this year! Those barbaric Västergötland invaders lay crushed and humiliated, while our mates return in glorious triumph!" Reynald pumped his small fist into the air for good measure.

	"Three out of four dozen." Parzifal's gaze at Reynald was stiff, but the younger redhead didn't even notice. "How is six percent a good number, especially given how young they... we are, to be throwing good lives away."		"Three out of four dozen." Parzifal's gaze at Reynald was stiff, but the younger redhead didn't even notice. "How is six percent a good number, especially given how young they... we are, to be throwing good lives away."
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	"There is no glory without risk, brother! Come on! I even heard that one of our class became the youngest Captain in national history, decorated by the King himself no less!"		"There is no glory without risk, brother! Come on! I even heard that one of our class became the youngest Captain in national history, decorated by the King himself no less!"

	"I heard about too," added Ariadne, but with a soft, cautious voice that still tested the waters. "The girls have been chattering about the latest news for days," she intertwined her delicate fingers with Parzifal's for a some reassurance before continuing: "Anna Marie's fiancée works on the Marshal's ~~general staff~~, and he says that Pascal was serving as an adjutant for his father--"		"I heard about too," added Ariadne, but with a soft, cautious voice that still tested the waters. "The girls have been chattering about the latest news for days," she intertwined her delicate fingers with Parzifal's for a some reassurance before continuing: "Anna Marie's fiancée works on the Marshal's General Staff, and he says that Pascal was serving as an adjutant for his father--"

	She felt her beloved's fingers tighten, and she squeezed back while trying to hide her painful grimace.		She felt her beloved's fingers tighten, and she squeezed back while trying to hide her painful grimace.

	"--When the situation changed during the Battle of Parchim, Pascal modified the orders he was ~~carrying~~ to the ~~Noble~~ Reiter artillery-mages to bombard a weak spot the enemy revealed in their line. Marshal von Moltewitz gave him due credit of course, but also publicly reprimanded him for overriding command orders instead of merely appending his recommendation. Yet when the King heard about it... he personally promoted and knighted the prick."		"--When the situation changed during the Battle of Parchim, Pascal modified the orders he was sending to the Reiter artillery-mages to bombard a weak spot the enemy revealed in their line. Marshal von Moltewitz gave him due credit of course, but also publicly reprimanded him for overriding command orders instead of merely appending his recommendation. Yet when the King heard about it... he personally promoted and knighted the prick."

	Both of the men groaned, thereby identifying that they were still boys.		Both of the men groaned, thereby identifying that they were still boys.

	"Great, leave it to King ~~Leopold~~ to undo our Field Marshal's brilliance; that princeling needs to be taken down a notch and even his father knows it..." Reynald's mood plummeted straight to grumpy, and not even a serious case of childhood hero worship for the elder von Moltewitz could rebound it. Then, as he opened the last door along the corridor and turned into the theater-like classroom: "and speak of the devil, our Runelord's celebrity status seems to have further exaggerated his supercilious aura of majesty."		"Great, leave it to the King to undo our Field Marshal's brilliance; that princeling needs to be taken down a notch and even his father knows it..." Reynald's mood plummeted straight to grumpy, and not even a serious case of childhood hero worship for the elder von Moltewitz could rebound it. Then, as he opened the last door along the corridor and turned into the theater-like classroom: "and speak of the devil, our Runelord's celebrity status seems to have further exaggerated his supercilious aura of majesty."

	It didn't take familiarity to spot Pascal. Even with eyes shut, he still sat with a regal poise that cleared all doubts. Framed by soft golden curls just long enough to cover his ears, his appearance stayed lit by a gentle~~, Mona Lisa~~ smile. His broad yet lean build gave his polished military uniform the best look a propaganda poster could seek.		It didn't take familiarity to spot Pascal. Even with eyes shut, he still sat with a regal poise that cleared all doubts. Framed by soft golden curls just long enough to cover his ears, his appearance stayed lit by a flawless gentle smile. His broad yet lean build gave his polished military uniform the best look a propaganda poster could seek.

	But that wasn't what naturally made him the center of attention. Sitting on the front row's left wing, he was surrounded by a semicircle of ~~beautiful~~ girls, all of whom sat at least two arms' length away yet kept him in their ~~eyes~~. Meanwhile, over half the men scattered across the room, and even a few women as well, looked ~~towards~~ him with scowling faces.		But that wasn't what naturally made him the center of attention. Sitting on the front row's left wing, he was surrounded by a semicircle of pretty girls, all of whom sat at least two arms' length away yet kept him in their sight. Meanwhile, over half the men scattered across the room, and even a few women as well, looked toward him with scowling faces.

	It was an understatement to say that Pascal Kay Lennart von Moltewitz, the only heir of Field Marshal and Landgrave von Moltewitz of Nordkreuz, stood far above the crowd. But regardless of how assured and confident he looked, no one could doubt the ill symptoms that too often followed any childhood prodigy:		It was an understatement to say that Pascal Kay Lennart von Moltewitz, the only heir of Field Marshal and Landgrave von Moltewitz of Nordkreuz, stood far above the crowd. But regardless of how assured and confident he looked, no one could doubt the ill symptoms that too often followed any childhood prodigy:
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	Pascal knew perfectly well that he had a long way to climb before emerging from the shadows of his father's renown. Furthermore, for an aspiring officer who already felt the power of decisiveness on the battlefield, a return to the mere books was like being told to go back to the sandbox.		Pascal knew perfectly well that he had a long way to climb before emerging from the shadows of his father's renown. Furthermore, for an aspiring officer who already felt the power of decisiveness on the battlefield, a return to the mere books was like being told to go back to the sandbox.

	"Settle down, everyone," announced the balding professor Albert von Marienfeld, exactly one minute late as usual to his ''Advanced Magical Communications and Organization'' class. "I realize that the return of our cadets from the front lines bring exciting news, which is why today's class will be a discussion and analysis of field experiences gathered by your peers!"		"Settle down, everyone," announced the balding professor Albert von Marienfeld, exactly one minute late as usual to his ''Advanced Magical Communications and Organization'' class.

			"I realize that the return of our cadets from the front lines bring exciting news, which is why today's class will be a discussion and analysis of field experiences gathered by your peers!"

	His announcement gathered most of the class' attention in an instant.		His announcement gathered most of the class' attention in an instant.
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	''...Must be capable enough to serve as my second, an advisor and analyst, but also able to fend for oneself with the powers I bestow through our bond.''		''...Must be capable enough to serve as my second, an advisor and analyst, but also able to fend for oneself with the powers I bestow through our bond.''

	A brief flashback brought his thoughts back to his childhood, when he and Princess Sylviane could spend hours lounging on the shores of the Cross Lake near the von Moltewitz estate. Their conversations naturally flowed from one worldly topic to another with no regard to time, when he had all day to admire the focus and intellect that lay behind her ~~hazel~~ gaze, or the vast understanding that hid under those plum~~-black~~ hair.		A brief flashback brought his thoughts back to his childhood, when he and Princess Sylviane could spend hours lounging on the shores of the Cross Lake near the von Moltewitz estate. Their conversations naturally flowed from one worldly topic to another with no regard to time, when he had all day to admire the focus and intellect that lay behind her wisteria gaze, or the vast understanding that hid under those dark-plum hair.

	''...And she needs to be cute too,'' he finalized with the perfect image coming to mind.		''...And she needs to be cute too,'' he finalized with the perfect image coming to mind.