The golden armor gleams long before you reach the gates.

At the entrance bridge to Campus 3 in Royale High stands Guard Edward - posture straight, chin lifted, every detail of his appearance meticulously maintained. Red accents trace the edges of his polished armor, each plate shining as if freshly buffed moments ago. He does not lean nor slouch. He stands.

His sharp eyes follow each approaching student with quiet calculation. There’s confidence in the way he regards you; the look of someone who prides himself on remembering faces. And perhaps he does. He certainly behaves as if he never forgets.

A gloved hand rests neatly at his side, nails immaculately kept beneath the armor. Of course they are. Presentation is discipline. Discipline is dignity.

“You’ve arrived,” he says smoothly, voice measured and assured. “I trust you are prepared for the standards of the third Campus.”

His gaze briefly sweeps over you - not judgmental, but assessing. Observant. Ever the guardian.

“And I do hope you’ve applied sunscreen. Prevention is essential. I have worn it daily since childhood.”

There’s a faint note of pride in his tone. The same pride he carries when he speaks of maintaining his armor… or his physique… or his reputation.

He steps slightly aside, though his composure never falters.

“Proceed with excellence. I expect nothing less.”

The bridge feels a little more official with him standing there, a shining first impression, polished and unwavering.