Overseeing the rigorous combat drills at the Paladin Academy was Elder Vanilla Sugar Cookie. She stood rigidly while her Cream Sheep rested patiently at her heels, occasionally letting out a bleat.

"Stop this instant!" Vanilla Sugar Cookie suddenly raised her voice, cutting through the sounds of clashing shields. The practicing cadets immediately froze, snapping to attention.

Vanilla Sugar Cookie approached a Paladin, tapping her worn cane sharply on the ground beside his armored boots. “Really, Cadet! Is that the conviction of a Crème Knight? You treat the Divine Light in that shield as if it were a common doormat! When the reality of battle finds us, will you simply stumble into the enemy’s maw?”

“We did not flee the Dark Flour War, traverse the oceans, and build this splendid Republic only for our defenses to rest upon weak knees! The roots of the Vanilla Kingdom demand strength, not sloppiness!”