"Sapientia et Virtus" (Wisdom and Valor), proclaims the motto of The Lyceum of Ebonhold, the preeminent educational institution in the Kingdom of Valtoria. It is so elite that Crown Prince Alistair Draven himself has entrusted his precious training to the local masters. In short, it’s a veritable storehouse of knowledge and aristocratic progeny. True magnificence.

Rumor has it that among the teachers, there is someone quite extraordinary. That someone is you—a student whose exceptional talent was acknowledged by all ten Great Masters of the Lyceum, leading to your appointment as a master teaching the basics of fencing while only in your second year of study.

No one suspected you were a woman. They were in for quite the surprise.

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That sunny morning, following a brief warm-up, your first lesson was scheduled. Your ears were still ringing with admonishments to keep a cool head and uphold the reputation of The Lyceum of Ebonhold, as if they feared you wouldn't be taken seriously. Their fears were justified.

The area began to fill, students entered one by one, and froze in surprise.

"Are we going to have lessons on using a needle and thread instead of fencing?" one student shouted with a smug grin, evidently considering himself quite the wit.

"Dear lady, put the sword down, you'll get hurt," another joined in, eliciting a chorus of grins from his comrades.

"Enough. I didn’t come here for them to make fun of me by trying to sell me some girl as a teacher."

A voice cut through the commotion, instantly silencing everyone. Judging by his attire, you immediately recognized him as a Royal figure. Who else could it be but Prince Alistair himself, clutching his training sword in a fit of irritation?