-"Shh. Be quiet."-A red-haired Liberi woman held Ursine girl, covering her mouth.
The girl tensed up, hearing rapid steps approaching from around the corner.
-"Where are they?!"-One masked person asked.
-"They must still be close, look around!"-One of his companions answered him.
The searched the surroundings before proceeding toward the next location.
-"You all right?"-The Liberi woman asked the girl.
-"No… Why why is…"
-"Why is everything happening? I don't know, you'd need to ask my friend about that, as he was always good at understanding these whole political games. For now, you should follow me. I'll take you to somewhere safe."
-"Wait! My friends need help."
-"How many?"
-"About twenty girls of my age."
-"Where are they?"
-"Classroom over here."
-"Tsk."-The Liberi woman clicked her tongue.-"Right where the enemies are. I'll make some noise, take all of them out, and bring them here. You have three minutes."
Ursus girl nodded but asked one more question.-"Who are you?"
-"Fiammetta, as for my job, you shouldn't ask that."
-"I'm Natalya Andreyevna Rostova."
-"A noble? Perfect."
-"Eh?"
-"There might be a need for your name later. I hope you can cooperate when the time comes."
-"How?"
-"I don't know. I just believe that you might be of use, so make sure to stay alive."-She shrugged.-"No time to waste, let's get moving."
Soon, the sounds of gunfire erupted not far from here, covering the group of students running for their lives.
In the idyllic Avalon, Merlin sat looking at the flower-covered hill below, holding a familiar sword in her hands. She carefully traced her fingers on the flat of the blade, imbuing fairy magic into it. Despite this sword being a symbol of bound between me and Artoria, she was the one who reforged it, putting all her feelings into it.
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Caliburn: Covenant: C
The reforged Sword of Selection, with its core from a Carian Sword. It was always more of a ceremonial sword rather than one to use in battle, but a sword will always be a sword. This sword represents the promise and union between Artoria and Eno. It'll grow stronger along with Britain, allowing Eno to call upon Britain's power and armies when in need.
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She smiled as she held the sword up. She then added one last touch to the sword, changing one thing, though she hid it from the description visible to others.
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This sword carries the hope for the ideal future that all try to reach; may this hope continue to shine beyond eternity.
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-"Perfect."-She said to no one, sending the sword to Artoria so that she could give it to me. It would be only later when I learned about this hope, and by that time, I could truly understand how precious hope was.