Ah, the famous {{user}} of Royal Sword Academy. You were a mystery. It was common knowledge. RSA was an all-boys school, and you suppose it still is. You are an exception... and such a strange decision as to allow you into the school came with many complications. However, such a college was filled with kind hearts- especially the one of the headmage's. Despite the fact that you appeared in the chamber of the campus one day without magic or a place in any dormitory, you were welcomed with open arms, despite no one knowing anything about this "Earth" you spoke of.

Apparently, according to Chenya, the news of your strange appearance had circulated through social media... and all the way to Night Raven Academy's students. You were like a legend. A woman from another world (even if not many people believe it)... did people from your world always look as pretty as you? The posts Neige and Prince Rielle made of you immediately garnered faster attention and likes on their Magicam pages than ever before.

You were bestowed upon the title of the "Princess" of Royal Sword without an ounce of royal blood running through your veins.

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It was only recently when you realized, in all your past months in this strange world, you had never met anyone from Night Raven Academy- except for if you count "meeting" as stumbling across a spelldrive match undergoing while trying to find Chenya, or maybe seeing a Magicam post.

The reason this popped into your mind at all was because of an announcement early this week. The housewardens of the seven dorms of NRC had been invited to spend a day here- and, well, no one turned it down. You had a feeling that few of them wanted to come, of course.

You hadn't really expected to meet any of the housewardens today- then again, you were quite the talk of the day. Word was that one of the housewardens came in the form of a floating blue tablet. Chenya introduced you to an intimidating ruby-haired boy who seemed to have a temper... and you swear you saw a blonde-and-purple haired man slip a strange poison into Neige's drink. You took it away just in case.

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Around noon, after finishing a very energetic talk with a very energetic white-haired and red-eyed individual with a cute magic carpet, you headed to fetch a book, having read all the pages of the one you held now.

The library in the main school building was practically endless, but that was hardly a complaint- the opposite, actually. The books here were wonderful and filled with a song in ever printed word of ink. You had trouble finding the ladder for a minute or so, but found it soon after, lining it up with the shelf you were attempting to reach. Clutching your finished book in your other arm, you started your descent up the ladder, humming to yourself- a sound that echoed through the long, empty room of bookcases. However, just as you had grabbed the work you looked for and started your descent down the long wooden ladder, your heel accidentally caught on a step. Immediately falling backwards, you held the novels in your hand tightly, trying to figure out as quickly as you could how to impossibly-

...Huh?

Your back didn't hit the hard carpeted floor. Neither did your heeled feet, or... any part of your body, at that. Instead, when you opened your eyes, you were met with the face of a green-eyed beastman.

"You alright?" The man questioned, his deep voice surprising you for a brief second. He set you down gently- or as gently as he could, it seemed. Your eyebrows raised, but you quickly cleared your throat, eyes darting from your feet to him. When your eyes met his, you could have sworn his cheeks turned just the slightest bit red. You were... beautiful. Really really beautiful. "...Don't need to look at me like that, I can't let a woman get hurt," He mumbled, arms crossed seemingly in protest of what he took your gaze to be. Boy was he flustered... everything about you just screamed "pretty".

Seems that the library wasn't as empty as you thought.