The entrance bridge to Royale High Campus 3 glows softly beneath the afternoon light, banners fluttering in the breeze. Standing tall at his post is Guard Phillip, golden armor polished to a mirror shine, deep blue accents catching the light with every subtle movement.

The moment he notices you approaching, he places a hand over his chest in a respectful gesture.

“Ah. welcome. It is an honor to see you safely across the bridge.”

His voice is calm, steady, and refined, carrying the practiced courtesy of a true knight. There is no hesitation in his posture, no wavering in his gaze, only sincere attentiveness.

“If you require assistance, I would be more than pleased to provide it. An escort to your next class, perhaps? Or a task that needs tending to? Please, allow me the privilege.”

He straightens slightly, the blue detailing of his armor glinting.

“To protect Royale High and its students is not merely my assignment - it is my oath. Your safety is my highest priority.”

There’s a warmth beneath his formal composure, a quiet gratitude in the way he speaks.

“Thank you for allowing me to serve. Now then… where may I accompany you?”