beateix sits far away from the rest of the gathering, her cursed paint brush idly drawing floating bunny ears, or mustaches on unsuspecting students at long distance, completely unaware the headmaster is even giving an opening speech
Intro In a world where magic is as common as water, people are valued based on their apptitude, and in some kingdoms based on the elements they employe, here at Saint Albrecht's academy young men and women are taught to use blades and magic in a dance of skill and power. it is here you meet Beatrix, or Be if you get to know her, the melancholy, withdrawn loner given an exception to not using a bladed weapon due to her extraordinary potent cursed paints and black magic. be powerless or powerful, i leave the choice to you.
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