Prologue: Supersonic Angel Descent

As the doors opened the lone passenger exited the plane in a similar fashion as you would observe from the television broadcasting the landing of a world leader such as the President of New America.

Only difference was that unlike a scene you might remember from national television, there was a huge absence of a crowd ranging from influential leaders of various government to reporters and camera crew to welcome the world leader as they make their landing.

Instead the person who came out of the aircraft was a woman who looked to be in their late teens, with crystal white skin and shining golden hair that would have reached and dragged on the floor had she not maintained it into a fold to prevent it from reaching that far. As a matter of fact, there was no way to tell her apart from a highschool student that came over to Britain on tourism since the person in question had been wearing a school uniform characteristics of a very famous school located in the heart of Academy City, to be more specific a Tokiwadai Middle School uniform.


The lone person who had been awaiting for her arrival was a tall young man with shoulder length hair dyed red, earrings in his ears and silver rings on all of his fingers. As if that wasn't enough to make him stand out, he had a barcode pattern tattoo under his right eye which was now covered by the palm of his hand covering his forehead upon the sight of the person before him.

The person before him was his direct superior and any stranger who caught sight of her would have muttered a word of praise for her angelic <?> appearance, yet that same angelic woman was shaking as she climbed down the stairs with a paper bag stuffed to her face.

Stiyl Magnus carefully thought about what he should ask first.

There were several things he'd ask under normal circumstances such as why this person was wearing a middle school uniform and why she decided to ignore his advise and took the Supersonic Passenger Plane anyway, resulting in her current state where she felt like an invisible force was crushing her lungs slowly. While he could have asked those things he knew it in his heart that this person would most likely reply with an idiotic answer.

Taking the palm away from his forehead, he breathed out a smoke before greeting the Archbishop of the Anglican Church.

"I've filed the legal papers you've requested and organized a brief moment of audience with the Pope later this afternoon. But might I recommend we visit the nearest Abbey for a change of clothes."

The near barfing goddess took the bag away from her mouth and flew into a short uproar.

"W-what!! What's wrong with the way I look? A-are you saying that a beautiful girl wearing a school uniform is an inappropriate look?!"

It was an understatement to claim that the Archbishop Laura Stuart was an eccentric individual. Stiyl knew it all too well that this is just her manner of greeting him.

"Sigh..."

Among all the jobs he had to do, he was stuck escorting the Archbishop, for a short time he was reminded of a certain unlucky individual but dismissed the thought entirely and focused on the task at hand.

It wasn't long before they made their way from the airport to central London but instead of heading straight to St.George's Cathedral, Laura stopped the taxi and decided to take a short detour on foot. Stiyl grudgingly obliged.

He listened to the Archbishop's wondrous experiences while she was over at the heart of science. Although he was stationed there briefly as well, he ultimately left for England much earlier than his superior due to more pressing matters.

"So as I was saying, I bought the tickets to the space elev...!" suddenly a small boy bumped into the young woman as though he was in a rush and didn't check where he was going. Was he being chased by someone? if so Stiyl could not see any pursuers yet the boy immediately took off without saying a single apology.

"Hey..!" he shouted, attempting to stop the boy but was stopped by Laura who simply smiled and carried on her chat.

"Let's stop by a cafe for an afternoon tea, it'll be my treat." She winked at the taller boy like she was pampering a child as she grabbed his hand and dragged him into a cafe anyway.

There she pulled out a wallet that clearly wasn't her's and took out enough change to pay for 2 cups of Earl Grey. This was the kind of person she was. On first glance you might mistake her as a merciful person who would let a hungry pickpocket go unpunished but on the other end of the scale she could be exceptionally cruel and merciless to balance out the mercy she shows on surface. Upon closer examination Stiyl saw three dirty looking wallets that most likely belonged to the urchin's last few victims. It was cruel, the urchin was most likely wandering where his spoils had gone after he found out there was nothing in the wallet Laura allowed him to steal earlier.

"So anyways after being in Academy City and watching how so many people were brought together in good unity through the Daihaseisai festival I'm currently thinking of trying something different with our next entrance exam. Reason I requested you to get an audience with the Pope wa...."

She explained in detail but Stiyl's attention was glued to the screen of the cafe's television as it broadcasted another terrorist bombing in Florence in Tuscany.

An old man flipped through the pages of the operating manual as he sat down humming to the choir classes on the first floor. To anyone who observed him right now, there was little to no difference from any average old man struggling to keep up with the advancing technology beyond his years. In his private quarters he wore a comfortable worn out shirt you'd often see on a fishing trip with your grandparents.

The old man leaned back on his chair now touching the wall as he flipped through the pages written in mulitple language. While most would have simply turned to the relevant pages written in the language they were most comfortable with, this old man in this particular room was reading through the whole manual because he could read and understand in all 7 languages and much more. He knew many languages yet it hadn't occured to him that all of these different sections contained the same information as the rest.

The manual contained knowledge to operate a certain machine sent by the Arch Bishop of the Anglican Church. Tested and confirmed to contain no hazardous effects, it was delivered to his doorsteps straight after the Sunday Mass began.

The old man in question was Matthai Reese, a stern looking old man who was once the bishop of Rome and now the Pope of the Roman Catholic Church. Coincidentally he was horrifyingly bad at handling modern technology.

It was a device sent by the Arch Bishop who claimed it would be a much more convenient ways to keep in touch and though he has found one particular Sister who was very knowledgeable about computers to setup everything for him, he refused to operate the machine without learning everything there was about it. A studious old man with a strong pride kept reading while the laptop on his desk continued to make strange sound effects alerting the Pope that he had a skype call.

"Really Reese?! it took you this long to answer a call? Don't you know it's rude to keep a lady waiting?" was the first thing the person on the other line blurted out when the Pope finally pressed the button to accept the call.

"I didn't notice you were waiting! Why are we using such complicated devices to communicate in the first place?" The Pope sounded frustrated as he continued to struggle with the manual. Format the Hard Drive? He was familiar with the act of driving, as a matter of fact despite having personal drivers the Pope also had a valid driving liscence, but what in the world was a Hard Drive? Perhaps it meant to drive a vehicle with a stern hardy look on your face? None of these manuals made any sense regardless of which language he read.

"Eh? Eeeh? Complicated? Don't sweat the small stuff. Hey listen I was thinking of having a joint entrance exams for the next month!"

What could this new amazing idea be this time? If these were the thoughts Stiyl would have had in his place, the Pope expected this and more. Afterall he's known the Arch Bishop for almost 20 years now ,yet in those 20 years, only one of them grew old and constantly worried about things like back problems. There was bound to be more to this sudden revelation of her ideas, most possibly dark, evil but also necessary.

She managed to get him to sign onto this secured Skype call, it would be worth hearing the Pope told himself.

"Sigh... let's hear this idea of yours..."

Dear Tomokota Renavin,

Yahello Ren Chan!

It's been awhile since our office heard back from you hasn't it? I hope you've been doing well in Academy City and it's a pity we haven't seen you for so long. As of recent, after discussing out some details with his holiness the Pope of Roman Catholic Church, we've come to an agreement to host a joint Entrance Exams in the coming week from now.


Seeing as it's been awhile since we've last heard back from you, I've decided to enlist you into the list of participants to test your abilities to make sure you are still fit for long term unsupervised field operations.

The details of the tests can be acquired from our branch abbey located next to Buckingham Palace so I hope you can make it in time for the registrations.

As I'm very busy with the preparations here in England, I've sent a subordinate to retrieve you but it looks like you weren't home at the time so I'm leaving you with a letter written through a live transmission.

We did find someone interesting though. After a brief conversation I've asked Stiyl to invite her over here at St.George's Cathedral since she seemed quite interested in trying her hand at a part time job in one of our libraries.

Well that's enough for now! I hope you'll return soon and I hope to see you at the Entrance Exams!

Kind regards,
Laura Stuart


I I G O I I O F T, a rune magic carefully hidden away into the seemingly harmless letter. If it was examined by a Rune specialist it would have roughly translated as "The great flame of the beginning eat away into the flesh."

Though it was difficult to tell it apart from the rest of the text upon first inspection, as Renavin finished the letter the parchment ignited abruptly, propelling him backwards into the wall with a violent force as the letter exploded into unnatural fire reaching up to 3000 degree Celsius. Had he remained holding that letter, the intense heat would have consumed him along with the letter now reduced to a pile of ash scattered against the floors.

Tomokota Renavin sighed in exhaustion, as today was a relatively slow day. Even though his organization had no work for him for the past couple days, he had to run several errands for himself. Groceries, Laundry, Cleaning in the morning, and also having to fetch the childish monotoned girl, Adalia, her favorite snack and ice cream flavor. Although she was the whole purpose of him being in the city in the first place, he has been thinking over how he should treat Adalia in the near future. Spoiling her is obviously not good for her, and she's not really the 'friend' of the past, but more of a young child. Either way, he was content with his life style in it's current condition.

"Adalia~? I'm home. I also have your favorite...snacks?" As Renavin strolled through the door, starting out confident and upbeat, until his sentence ended with confusion and silence. She was no where to be seen. Even though they are relatively wealthy in the city, all thanks to their organization's benefits, the apartment was average at best, maybe even a bit smaller, so he was sure no one, other than himself, was in this room."...Adalia?" Despite that, he repeated the name as he left his things on the nearby table and walked around. Nothing stood out. The door was locked when he came in, meaning there wasn't a forced entry. And he told Adalia specifically not to leave the apartment without him, unless told otherwise. The only conclusion he had was that she may have left willingly? But why? She was clearly gone meaning she must have unlocked the front door, and secured it before going toward her destination.

However, one thing did stand out in the room. A small envelope placed purposely on the nearby coffee table. This envelope was not made by Academy city as he felt the paper and fibers to be rather different. There was not official stamp and what really worried him, was that it was closed with a wax seal. His eyebrows furrowed as his suspicions raised up, as he didn't hesitate to open the envelope. His eyes slowly glided left from right as he read the letter and it's neat hand writing. As he read each word, more specifically in the end. He felt his fingers clench as he held the letter, his face contorting into that of irritation and aggression. He had gotten too comfortable in the lifestyle he no longer has now.

"....So that's how it is, huh." He muttered, as he finished reading it to himself. Necessarius, or perhaps more specifically Laura, has put a rather unforgivable deal on the table. Though, he couldn't really blame her for her actions, due to the fact he risked plenty just conversing with those in Academy City without proper approval. Hell, he may have violated the treaty. Although the words in the letter seemed kind and forgiving, there was definitely a threat within them. Metaphorically and Literally. "Wait a mi-...GH?!" He failed to notice before, but some of the letters in the letter used a special red looking ink. By the time he figured it out, the rune began doing it's job. He quickly through it toward the window and tried to roll away, but the explosion still caught him, throwing him against the wall as the intense hit lit half the apartment ablaze.

Renavin slowly raised himself off the ground, sweat beating down his face as he examined the damage at a distance. The apartment was utterly ruined, the game pad and snacks he had bought for his beloved clone was in ashes, just like how he could no longer live in a fantasy land where he and Adalia could stay in a private lifestyle. He gritted his teeth slightly, as he moved to grab his Deck of Familiars, his briefcase of ancient power and other essential belongings.

"...Heheheh..." He couldn't help but chuckle as he walked out of the apartment, casually making his way away from the building. This was planned out well since there was hardly anyone around so he could slip by easily. "Laura-san...And Stiyl..." He was smiling. That horrifying smile very few have lived to see, though it is an empty threat compared to those two individuals. "How I want to cross blades..." He muttered his desire to challenge the two, but had no real intention of doing that while Adalia was in between their fingers. They've played a solid hand, in which he couldn't beat. So now he has to fork over the chips. "...London."

After the short inductions held in Glastonbury Abbey, 2 potential candidates were led down into the cellars under the abbey where they found a flight of stairs leading down. It felt as though they've been walking down those stairs for an hour guided by a woman wielding an iPhone as a source of light.

She was an attractive woman to say the least, long silky blonde hair tied up at the back and wearing a red outfit that would be hard to distinguish between a dress and a suit. Nothing about her appearance gave off any connections that would match the description of the Abbey they were in before, nor this dark tunnel leading down and for someone who was walking in the dark flight of stairs she wore the kind of heels you'd see on a fashion model's catwalk. Freadia Strikers sighed inside with each step, wondering when her self inflicted torment would come to an end.

Following her without a single word was a former member of the Roman Catholic Church and another magician yet to be colored by any affiliations. Did these potential candidates have what it takes to join their ranks or were they cowards who would grow suspicious of this test of courage? With the technology advancing at a steady pace, they could have easily installed a bloody Elevator under the abbey if they really wanted to, but instead the Archbishop insisted to leave the stairs as it is so that it could be used as a form of a twisted courage test for future candidates. It was a task easier said than done, especially when the task of guiding the candidates in the dark didn't have to fall on the Archbishop herself. Would Freadia be paid for overtime for every step she took in that narrow space built by the ancient Romans who occupied Britain centuries ago? She doubted it and for that she sighed again while looking ahead to make sure she won't fall head first into the dark.

By the time they arrived, what greeted them was a railway system built on top of the ancient sewage line built by the Romans and long forgotten. Not only was the place dark but surrounded by the steam with poor lighting made the train look like a breathing beast of dark miasma from a distance.

Pilgrimage was the name given to the Necessarius Express that travelled almost all across Britain in key locations. When most modern people thought about a magical organization and trains, they instantly thought of the Hogwarts Express taken from a children's novel yet the Pilgrimage looked very different from the bright majestic red steam engine from the films. One couldn't even tell if the steam engine had color if at all, not with all this steam obscuring their vision. In fact, it was a wonder why they weren't suffocating from the intense steam.


"Get in and look for your compartment, room 47" was all Freadia told them as they boarded the train.

There were no windows built into the Pilgrimage, but in contrast to the outward appearance of a mechanized steaming horror, it's interiors were actually nicer than one could have imagined. The hallway was well lit and decorated with paintings of the royal family and the walls seemed to be made of vanilla colored marble. If Vita woke up and found herself inside the train she might have truly believed she was inside the Buckingham palace.

Just as she wondered about that a sharp pain thrust into her belly as she was flung to one of the walls of the passenger compartment with a violent kick.


The attack came from a Sister. Judging from the cross that hung around on her neck she was a member of the Roman Catholics.

"That's more than what you deserve traitor scum." she completely ignored Tierney who stood there watching the spectacle unfold before her.

Freadia Strikers. That was the name of the woman who had received her when she’d arrived at Glastonbury Abbey, the designated meeting place for those who wished to take Necessarius’ entrance exams. She had, without any fanfare, simply beckoned her and one other to follow, and then led them down into a stairwell.

Though she was sure that they couldn’t have been walking all that long, judging from her lack of fatigue, it already felt as though they had been doing so for hours. She supposed it must have been the darkness. It did have a way of skewing with your perception of the passage of time, after all. Aside from that, however, there wasn’t anything worth mentioning.

Just darkness. It was somewhat intimidating, she had to admit, being led around by another magician, in utter darkness, within their territory. But she couldn’t falter here. She was the Empress of Rome! As the face of her empire, to show anything but absolute confidence would be a stain on her great name!

And then, after what seemed like an eternity, they arrived. The size of the space they had entered, what kind of architectural designs it had, and even the color of the floor, it was all completely obscured by the thick cloud of steam that had formed. All she see was the vague silhouette of a train. Aside from that, the contents of the room were a complete mystery, and would remain so for the foreseeable future.

"Get in and look for your compartment, room 47." Those were the final instructions their guide left them before leaving.

As she entered the train, she was mildly shocked by the contrast. She had gone from utter darkness to incredibly thick fog, neither of which allowed her eyes to get much use, and now she was in a space that seemed like it belonged in a palace without being given any time to adjust, so it was understandable.

And then, before her thoughts could continue, she was caught by a sharp blow to the stomach and was sent flying, her back impacting one of the white marble walls. As she fell to the ground, coughing, she looked up to see her assailant, and an unpleasant expression formed on her face. It was a sister from the Roman Catholic Church, which she had recently left.

"That's more than what you deserve traitor scum."

As the nun spoke, she hauled herself up off the floor and took a closer look. She didn’t appear to be anyone Vita recognized, but then again, voices can be changed, and that mask she was wearing completely obscured her face. But regardless of who the nun was, she knew that she was a member of the Roman Catholic Church, and that was enough.

The exam was being sponsored by both the Roman Catholic and Anglican Churches, so she doubted that they’d try anything too serious in broad daylight, but she’d been a member for several years. She knew how they worked. If they wanted to get rid of somebody, then they’d get it done, one way or another. And it was fairly obvious that this nun did not take kindly to her presence. She’d have to keep an eye out.

“Hmph, call me a traitor all you like. If that title’s the price I have to pay for leaving that suffocating place, then it’s rather cheap.”

But that and her pride were separate matters entirely. She was the Empress of the Roman Empire, and it was unthinkable that she'd take such an insult laying down. Once she'd spoken her thoughts on the subject, however, she fell silent.

Her compartment lied a car or two ahead of her, but the nun was blocking the path, and she doubted trying to just walk past her would end well. There was no doubt that anything she said would simply be ignored, so rather than making a futile attempt, she just waited.

This stairwell had potential to be the main location of a horror movie if it had a bit more light, Tierney thought, the lack of light and signs of time passing disturbing her. Yet it couldn't be said she was having her energy drained by the dark walk of unknown length by any means, after the spartan training her aunt would make her go through. “You don't do anything in life if your body can't follow”, she had said.

But one thing she wasn't used to was smoke, and the gradual appearance of abnormally thick steam made her feel dizzy. (Man, I hadn't expected this to be such an endurance test...!) She thought that, but Tierney wasn't really complaining, being rather glad she had managed to even get this far with as little experience as she had.

Freadia Strikers had led her and a shorter girl, most likely here for the same reasons as Tierney, to a train reminiscent of, again, a horror movie. Nothing about the outside appearance felt even remotely friendly.

As she boarded the train, however, the direct contrast in atmosphere made Tierney grin inside with childlike glee, struggling to not show it on her face. (Uwaah, I've never seen anything like this! The only thing even remotely close was my aunt's home!)

Unfortunately, the admiration wouldn't last long as the other girl was kicked away. “...!” Turning around, in her sight was a Sister spouting words that felt like venom at the other girl; yet the girl had nonchalantly discarded it, earning an amount of respect from Tierney.

But all she could do was look on silently, she would have liked to intervene but it sounded like a faction conflict between the two that she shouldn't meddle in for her own good. That was until the mysterious Sister decided to get in their path to their compartment, and despite waiting it didn't seem like anyone would budge.

Tierney sighed, stepping towards the aggressive Sister. “Are you going to let us pass through, yet?” Thankfully, she managed to hide the apprehension of a fight breaking out in her voice. “I'm not affiliated with the Roman Catholics, so I don't know what kind of history you have with this girl. But don't you just stand in my way because you hold grudges that don't even concern me.”

It was a sin to desert their faith, while Magicians under normal circumstance was free to come and go from their cabals as they pleased, the Roman Catholics was much more restricted than an average cabal. The price of desertion was immediate execution when found. To the Roman Catholic faith, Vita's existence was like that of the traitorous disciple of Jesus, Judas Iscariot. Under normal circumstance there would have been no exchanges of words, they would have drawn their weapons and cut down Vita where she stood.

The venomous Sister glanced between Vita and Tierney, taking notice of the latter for the first time. An outsider unrelated to their faith and by interrupting the conflict she instantly branded herself as yet another heretic in her eyes.

They were nothing more than uneducated filthy heathens, it would have been perfectly fine to draw weapons here and end their misery. As she reached out for the weapon slung against her back she stopped, partially remembering the reason she was here and the restrictions placed on her but also because of the figure approaching the commotion from behind Tierney.

"Tch so they brought along a monster to be the mediator..."

She withdrew her hand from the hilt of her weapon, choosing not to start a fight.

"You damn church bastards! This is the 3rd time I've been ordered by the Princess to tell you bastards to keep it down!"

The woman who came to scold the trio was neither a member of the Necessarius nor a sister of the Roman Catholic Church. She wore an annoyed frown accompanied by a anger vein present on her forehead which was adorned with a pair of goggles. She swung her arm as if she was stretching before putting it to a good use and looked as though she was ready to spank some nuns to death today.

The new enemy that approached them was a Royal Maid. An identity that was quick to send shivers down to maids and maids in training all across the universe. To put it into Aogami Blue's perspective, if there was a Prinny who stood over all other Prinny as Prinny God then to the Maid type monsters there was the few chosen Maids that stood above all Maids and that was the Royal Maids. But not only was this one standing before them a Royal Maid, but she was also a Saint. A very pissed off Saint about to punch someone's eye out without holding back...maybe.

"THIS! This is why I just KNEW this assignment was going to be a pain in the ass. Who was the blundering fool that decided to put two opposing Church factions into one train."

She was known throughout Europe by those that dared to wish harm upon the British Royal Family. The ultimate line of defense against would be assassins. She was Silvia, the Royal Maid and she stood before Vita and Tierney with expressions that could strangle a mountain lion if it meowed at her.

As for the one who started this commotion... she was nowhere to be seen by the time Silvia walked across the hallway to the trio.

The feeling similar to adrenaline rush suddenly stopped for Tierney as a person yelled out from behind them, causing her to jump backwards at the sudden appearance. “Uwaa!”

"THIS! This is why I just KNEW this assignment was going to be a pain in the ass. Who was the blundering fool that decided to put two opposing Church factions into one train."

As Tierney turned around to look at the newcomer, she noted two things; she was classy, but she was also hellishly scary right now with an expression that made Tierney regret meddling in the other two's argument.

“I'm really sorry for the commotion!... eh...” Tierney had heard of Japanese ways of apologising, and to show sincerity, bowed her head but she did it so quickly that the top of the violin case loosely hanging on her shoulder came crashing in the back her head. “Owww!!” She cried in pain as she went down on her knees to hold her head.

“That hurt so much...” Tierney muttered her pain inaudibly in her native language, slowly looking back up to Silvia. “Wait... It doesn't fit with the uniform at all, so why do you have such odd goggles?”

A small movement caught her eye. The nun was reaching for the weapon strapped to her back. It seemed that she was even more zealous than she originally thought. Drawing a weapon in Necessarius' territory? Was she an idiot or something?

But oddly enough, just as soon as she began, she stopped, which was odd. She had been going to into full inquisition mode before, so for her to stop so easily verged on the bizarre.

"Tch so they brought along a monster to be the mediator..."

Following the nun's line of sight, Vita turned around, and what she made everything clear. There, striding down the hallway in plain sight, was one of the less than twenty Saints in the world. The Royal Maid, Silvia.

...And she looked seriously pissed.

"You damn church bastards! This is the 3rd time I've been ordered by the Princess to tell you bastards to keep it down! THIS! This is why I just KNEW this assignment was going to be a pain in the ass. Who was the blundering fool that decided to put two opposing Church factions into one train."

Face with a sudden tirade from an enraged Saint, Vita's face understandably paled, and she heard the girl who'd been walking with her fall to the ground. For anyone who has even the vaguest idea of what a Saint is capable of, this is a natural reaction. However...

“I'm really sorry for the commotion!... eh... Wait... It doesn't fit with the uniform at all, so why do you have such odd goggles?”

It was an almost comical scene, the way she frantically apologized, and if it weren't for the fact that Silvia looked like she wanted to tear someone's head off, she might have even laughed. Instead, she stared in disbelief.

A tall stone building that was formerly owned by the Lloyd's banking group existed within Kensington High Street 10 minutes away from River Thames. The building was owned by a british noble who had no choice but to liquidize his assets and sold the building to an American company who refurbished the place into a very successful Wine Vault. It was a form of asset management where wine was purchased and held in trust using the customer's deposits. But one must ask why wine over gold bars? Because it's difficult to duplicate or closely reproduce the aroma and flavor of natural wine. With wine vintage meant everything and so it's value would steadily increase as years go by making it a sound investment for the rich.

This successful business was one among many owned and operated by a certain magic cabal who used the business as one of their cleverly hidden base of operations.

The cabal was known as the Dawn Colored Sunlight.

Normally they divided up their assets as much as possible and gathered only the necessary things and personel for the most relevant missions while leaving their main sources of cashflow free from their magical operations, as not to endanger them from anti magical organization such as the Anglican Church.

The magic side was referred to as a single entity, but many different factions and forces existed within it. While some of them were divided by their specific doctrine like the Roman Catholic Church or the Anglican Church (although those two were not magic cabals), some magic cabals were created solely to maximize profit.

All sorts of different types of cabals existed and any number of things sent sparks flying between cabals. They chaotically grew, chaotically fought, chaotically destroyed each other, and finally reached some kind of strange overall balance. Like that, the different powers continued to grow and shrink below the surface where normal people never saw them.

"Ah thank you for your great work!"

A blonde girl who looked to be around 12 praised one of the employees working dutifully in the cellar as she walked around the premise inspecting the business. She was a slender girl in a white dress with black stocking covering her legs. To the outside world she was the young heiress of the rich and powerful Birdway family who was known to be a child genius and the owner of this successful establishment.

Some ways behind her was a man tall blonde man wearing a clean black formal suit, hiding behind one of the pillars and a large pot plant of fern. Constantly observing the strange behavior the young girl was displaying before the employees.

In the magical world, this very saintly non harmful looking girl was the haughty and powerful boss of the largest magic cabal in London. The leader of the Dawn Colored Sunlight.

The man hiding behind the pot plant was known as Mark Space, one of her most loyal supporter, who was hiding because he had legitimate reasons to believe that his almight boss was currently being manipulated by a powerful hex. There was no telling what Magic can and can't do in the ways of bending and manipulating the reality we live in today's society. As long as some strict conditions could be met, one could summon a real fire breathing dragon, forge a legendary weapon, and even create a potent potion that closely resembles the love potion spoken about in myths and fairytales.

The man known as Mark Space sought out to identify what type of magical curse was applied on his boss and worked cautiously to try and dispel it.

Just as he was pondering about the infinite possibilities, he was shaken by the unnatural hyper voice of Leivinia Birdway standing behind him.

"Mr.Mark!"

"Whoa! Boss!" he replied as his heart jumped at the sudden greeting. But something was odd...

"Hang on a second... Miss Patricia?!" There was no other explanation for it. This wasn't Leivinia Birdway, but her younger twin Patricia. Mark knew they were twins yes, but the resemblance was uncanny when she was wearing the same clothes and perfume as her older sister.

"I'm just borrowing her clothes. How do I look?"

If Mark Space could answer that in all earnesty he would have told her she looked just like his boss, but far more angelic and divine. Latter unnecessary part would most likely cost him his life if it somehow escaped his careful lips and somehow was heard by the real Birdway.

"Oh! you look just like her! I couldn't tell."

The girl before her broke into a bright smile and exclaimed excitedly.

"Really? Yay I did it! Sis asked me for a special favor to pretend I'm her for a few days around the wine vault."

As if remembering something she stopped and smiled again at Mark. She extended her hand and said to him words he would forever carve into his memories.

"Thanks for all your hard work Mr.Mark!"

Mark Space. One of the key operatives of the largest magic cabals in London shook that hand and as he did, uncontrollable tears came flooding out of his eyes as the angel before him thanked him.

"W-What's wrong? Mr.Mark?"

~Sniff
"Uuu uuu uuuuuu uuuu...."

With one arm raised above eye level to brush away the rain of tears, Mark Space took out his Samsung S5 with his other hand. Browsing through the menus to find the record video footage function on his phone.

"M-Miss Patricia. Can you please say that for me one more time....?"


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Aboard the Pilgrimage

Within Pilgrimage, the underground train owned and operated by Necessarius for the ease of travel across Britain there were three Sisters of the Roman Catholic Church staying in Compartment room 48. 2 of them belonged to the sacred Order of Agnese Forces while the other belonged to a unknown sub sect of the Roman Catholic Order.

One of them a small timid girl with freckles on her face spoke out to break the silence.


"I still don't understand why the Roman Catholic Church has to hold the entrance examination here in Britain alongside the Anglican Church."

As she lay on the bed located directly above Birdway's, she slammed her legs down on the bed like she was softly kicking against it like a child who seemed to be indirectly asking with her body language 'Are we there yet?'

"Sister Angelene a proper nun must keep an open mind and never question the mission the Lord lays before us."


The one who sounded strict and uptight was the oldest looking girl in the compartment. Sister Lucia if memory served. A tall girl with short blond hair and vicious but beautiful blue eyes. The girl was tall, lean and had the right proportions in the right places. If she stood next to fashion models and wore designer brand clothes one probably couldn't tell her apart from the other models vying to be the next Miss Britain.


Why were the two organizations holding this ceremony together? It was almost unheard of in the entire history of either organizations so the question remained on the back of everyone participating in what they believed was madness. The official reasoning was to deepen the close work relationship between the two respective churches and no doubt there were people within that train that truely believed the "official" story behind it. Rumor had it that it was some crazy idea Archbishop of the Anglican Church came up with after her recent visit to Academy City and these rumors only further fueled the frustrations of the Roman Catholic Nuns.

Academy City, the epitome of what represented the Science Side and the enemy of those who dedicated their lives to the Roman Catholic Church. Knowing that this was some half baked ideas taken from the unbelievers and Science practitioners only created friction ready to be ignited. A precaution was necessary in the form of a third party to mediate potential sparks, and of course that was why a certain troublesome Saint was onboard the train as well.

As Birdway lay in silent thoughts, she felt soft flakes raining down on her face from the bed above her, occupied by Sister Angelene.

Crunch crunch nom nom.

Bag of chips was being devoured by the tiny nun who was eating things she was not supposed to. Her hands dived into the bag hidden behind her pillow whenever Sister Lucia spoke, in order to muffle the sound of her crunching in tune with Sister Lucia's voice.

Sister Angelene's eyes were glued to Sister Lucia's body language and speech, being cautious about hiding the bag of chips as well as the act of eating them without Sister Lucia's notice but completely oblivious about the small flakes falling down to the occupant below her.

"... and that is why I believe that...huh?"

A stern icy glare targetted the small nun as though her stare could penetrate through the pillow hiding the bag of chips.

"What are you hiding there Sister Angelene!"

"N-n-nothing! I'm n-not hiding anything!"

As if stuttering didn't give away the sin being committed before the stricter nun. Sister Lucia rised from her bed and jumped at Sister Angelene, her long arms extending through Sister Angelene's defences and clawing at one side of the bag of chips with a mighty grip.

"Sister Angelene! You know we're not meant to eat anything outside the meal times!"

A struggle of physical force carried on as the small nun tried to defy the older girl as if they were playing a tug of war with the bag of chips.

"NO! You don't understand! It's perfectly fine for a devout servant of God to be enjoying these bag of paradise!"

As the tug of war became more intense, the bag exploded, sending chips everywhere primarily across Birdway's face below.

Showered with a bag of sticky chicken flavored chips, Sister Angelene quickly apologized.

"Gyahhh! Sister Mecharossa! Are you ok?!!"

Every class trip had the same type of people. The noisy ones that always wished for party, the rule breakers, the friendly ones, the gossipers, the best friends in the world and of course the silent ones that simply were there to enjoy their time in a foreign bed, keeping safe distance to the others’ activities.
Sister Mecharossa obviously belonged to the latter. All this time she had remained silent; back when they had boarded the train and even when she had met her two roommates shortly after. She had only greeted them cautiously, introducing her as the typical shy girl archetype others would end up ignoring either way; the tearful destiny of the lone wolves.

Well to be fair, she had chosen that exact archetype of her own free will.

It wasn’t because she was the type to dislike the majority of humanity, nor was it because she simply was some hardcore tourist aiming to enjoy the trip like it was real vacation; it was simply because all this was just an act necessary to infiltrate enemy territory.
Indeed Sister Mecharossa was nothing but a disguise used by the infamous Leivinia Birdway, leader of the Dawn-Coloured Sunlight, one of London’s largest magic cabals, who was aiming to spy on the events the Joined Entrance Exams would harbour. And while many would have already failed at the act of getting into this train she had proven her superior skill by actually making it this far without facing much of an obstacle.

However even though she would claim her disguising skill was among the top of the world, Sister Mecharossa didn’t appear like the shy drawn back nun at all. Much rather was she surrounded by the air of a volcano on the verge of breaking out.
Rage was in the process of welling up everywhere inside of her. It wasn’t because of the rather noisy conversation her two roommates were having, nor was it due to the flakes of chips that had occasionally been finding their way onto her facial skin (well maybe a little), but for some other event at a far away place she had been keeping an eye on secretly.
Truly you could tell from her face that someone would share experience with the visitors of Tartaros from Greek mythology.

With her rage mostly directed to that far away place precisely a certain blonde minion, she had ignored most of the commotion caused by her highly annoying company. Obviously she had been despising them from the beginning on, immediately rendering them as nothing but idiotic preschoolers lacking any common sense or concept of appropriate behaviour.

And as they had become noisier and noisier their level of annoyance had overtaken the role of the major ingredient in the boiling pot of rage.

Suddenly the climax! The very source of all this, that bag of distasteful chips, had been torn spreading the contents into every direction, resulting in a massive meteor shower of crispiness onto the “shy” nun’s face.

…

"Gyahhh! Sister Mecharossa! Are you ok?!!"

………………………………………………………………………………………

There was no way to describe these emotions. No word. No sentence. No language.

Killing intent was leaping out as the small girl of only 12 years age was slowly raising her body into an upright sitting position.

…butchering…bloodshed...burning…inquisition…iron maidens…Greece Tartaros…

«…yes…I…don’t…mi…minnnnnnnddddd.»

«The Lorrrrrrrd…teaches…his…sheep…to be…merrrrrrrrcifulllllll…afterrrrrrr…allllll…»

Fighting the urge to crush that braided girl’s head underneath the train’s wheels, Sister Mecharossa, no Birdway brought up all her force to at least poorly keep up the façade of the shy innocent maiden. It was just like a serial killer caught in blood rage pretending to be nothing but a little boy lost on the way to the ice man.

Oh how strongly she wished to slaughter this sheep right now.

A sense of unease clouded the minds of the armored Knights as they accompanied the magicians aboard Pilgrimage. Though allied with the Anglican Church, it was a brittle alliance one which was there merely for convenience than mutual trust. Originally the Anglican Church was formed during the medieval periods so that Briton can defy the influence of the Roman Catholic Church yet somehow over the years their puppet organization managed to claw their way up to have powers equal to the Knights themselves. Some believed the Church harbored powers that could destroy the world and if those rumors weren't enough to rattle the Knight's unease, the very enemy they sought to defy were riding in the same train with them, The Roman Catholic Church.

Three super powers in one train headed towards one of the magical testing sites for large scale spiritual weapons. On surface this was supposed to have been an attempt for a joint operation between two churches, with the Royal Family acting as a mediator of sorts. As such 2 members of the Royal Family was on board the train and Alex's mission had been simple enough. Escort and protect both Princess Villian and Princess Carissa at all times. It would have been more re-assuring for the Knight Leader himself to have been present yet his presence was needed in the palace where he would accompany Queen Elizard's guests of honor.

Seasoned and battle ready knights. But these weren't ordinary Knights of England. Most of them were drafted from elite task force and others from the Queen's Guard. They wore custom made magically constructed suit of armors which were significantly larger than their own bodies. Rather than calling them Knights it might have even been much more accurate to call them towering steel giants almost too big to pass through the corridors. Sword Sanctuary named these prototype armors, Goliaths, designed to replicate the physical performance of a certain mercenary who almost became an English Knight.


Theory behind it's power was based on Idol Theory, where a replica of a more powerful being or item can also gain a tiny portion of the original's strength. Humans are said to be made in the image of God, and Saints are said to be a higher replica that can bring out more strength so what if, just what if one was able to create a armor closer to the ideal image of God? In other words to create a armor that creates a means of turning an ordinary Knight slightly closer to the image of God, a half Saint. Goliath was created around the idea of working out what exactly would be needed to match the ideal legends of the armor of God. It was said that though certain writers described the armor of God in the Bible as gothic platemail used in the 1st Crusade, but when such a armor was actually constructed, the result ended up being a giant plate armor 2 meters tall. The powerful constructs were created from ancient swords excavated and reclaimed from the 1st and 2nd Holy Crusades, steel melted and reforged through magic within the workshops of Sword Sanctuary. Only the most exceptional Knights could channel enough latent magical energies to move the colossal armor and stabilize it's raw powers. Though taxing, it granted them with powers that rivaled 1/10th of a Saint. On top of that, they had the magical energy reserves being sent to them directly from the Curtana Second... while it wasn't tested even William Orwell may find them difficult to deal with on English soil.

Dozen elite Knights each armed with the Goliath and they were split into two teams. One to guard Princess Villian and the other to escort Princess Carissa. Alex however wasn't among these hulking giants of steel. Sporting a black suit similar to the Knight Leader's he was there to supervise their defenses. Tasked with the mission to command the elite force to escort both Royal Members and carry out justice if he found one of the organizations to be scheming.

Regardless what kind of Magicians attempted to harm the Princesses on board, it seemed unlikely one would have the man power to go through the Knights on top of dealing with Silvia. Speaking of whom, as Alex headed towards the scene of commotion he found the problematic maid arguing with two magicians when she should have been in the room with lady Carissa.

As he watched the argument a dispatch from one of the Knights came through his earphone.

"Princess Carissa has tied up one of her maids and disappeared through what seems like the ventilation shaft. We have reason to believe judging from her dress we found in the bathroom, lady Carissa may currently be wandering through the shafts naked. What are your orders?"

"You damn church bastards! This is the 3rd time I've been ordered by the Princess to tell you bastards to keep it down! THIS! This is why I just KNEW this assignment was going to be a pain in the ass. Who was the blundering fool that decided to put two opposing Church factions into one train."

"Why do I have a nagging feeling she is going to shout at me alot during this trip." Alexander had thought while standing in the distance as he listened to the angry ramblings of the Royal maid and all the while expressing an awkward smile. And while a women of roughly his age with silky blonde hair had stood before that fierce maid and along with another at a much younger age sporting the same hair colour.

“I'm really sorry for the commotion!... eh... Wait... It doesn't fit with the uniform at all, so why do you have such odd goggles?”

Alexander was just going to stay put out of the way to hear the answer to that question, but a dispatch from a fellow knight through the earphone had distracted his focus

"Princess Carissa has tied up one of her maids and disappeared through what seems like the ventilation shaft. We have reason to believe judging from her dress we found in the bathroom, lady Carissa may currently be wandering through the shafts naked. What are your orders?"

And even more awkward smile was expressed by Alexander as he heard those words. He was warned of her behavior by the Knight Leader many times, but he honestly didn't expect like that to happen while with Roman Catholic forces. "Thank God Martha isn't here." Alexander had thought as he spoke through the communication device to the rest of the knights under his command. While also making sure no one was listening in as he gave his response.  "Please pretend nothing has happened and continue maintaining your usual patrols and posts while keeping an eye on the ventilation shafts. And if you happened to be the unlucky one to find the princess in her birthday suit, then you have permission to escape for your lives to my position before Silvia finds out. Don't worry... I'll take responsibility."
After giving his orders, Alexander acted normally as he walked over towards the rather rowdy group which consisted of two blonde haired female magicians with different ages and a certain royal maid. His mood was natural and calm as he approached them by stepping into their sights.

"Ladies" Alexander said with a smile as he then done a dignified bow to show respect to all three of them and as a way to apologise for interrupting their conversation so suddenly. And when he stood up straight he continued.

"Silvia would you please return to Princess Carissa room with me. There is something we all need to discuss in regards to moving forward." Alexander said who carefully worded his sentence to hide his true intentions but also in a very direct and honest way that he had hoped Silvia would understand.

If they thought reasoning through carefully selected words would calm the wrath of the Royal Maid.... they thought wrong. If Silvia heard anything that came out of Tierney's mouth she seemed to have ignored it as she allowed her pent up wrath to automate her body into a living killing machine fit to serve the defense of the Royal Family from enemies across the world. There was a reason why Carissa specifically assigned Silvia as part of her company during the trip and the reasons were shown majestically before this chaotic scene.

Silvia was here. Not because she particularly wanted to be but because she was ordered to be. Yes she served the Crown unquestioningly, but that didn't mean she had to suppress her frustrations. In other words, she was a ticking time bomb walking around with nothing to vent her anger out on.

A choice tactical nuke, ideal for distractions.

Before anyone could respond to the Royal Maid's attacks, Silvia closed the distance between her and the 2 Necessarius candidates within a second. Power of a Saint? Or maybe she was just a born monster to begin with since her powers were greatly suppressed by the spiritual item Carissa assigned her to wear. A pair of bracelets designed and crafted with the sound of a cat's footfall, the beard of a woman, the roots of a mountain, the sinews of a bear, the breath of a fish and the spittle of a bird. It was a minor replica of the chains that bind the great wolf of Norse mythology, Fenrir. Pair of Gleipnirs redesigned as bracelets to seal away some of the destructive force possessed by the Royal Maid.

"Maid Lariat!" cried the flying Maid in the air as her reinforced arm smashed into Vita's neck re-enacting a scene familiar to a certain Tokiwadai student and the dorm mistress.

As Vita fell unconscious, the beast jumped at Tierney, grabbing her by the waist and bending backwards instantaenously.

"Maid Suplex!" and there she went suplexing Tieney's head into the ground.

Both girls lied sprawled on the ground with a instant KO and just as Alexander approached, Silvia turned around with her fist curled into a wrecking ball.

"Maid Punch!"

Her fist flied towards the lower jaw of Alexander as most of her weight followed through with the motion into a jump. It was a improvised attack, one Silvia thought could be implemented in the real world away from Street Fighter series. As the Saint's fist connected with Alexander's jaw he too followed the same fate as the unconscious girls below.

Restrained and her powers sealed by the terrifying magic working it's way around Silvia's arms she still managed to physically put down a seasoned knight and two Magicians with her raw strength alone, unaided by neither magic nor her powers as a Saint.

Ideal form of distraction thought Carissa as she continued her dangerous reconnaisance from the ventilation shafts above, moving from one room to another to investigate the naked truth, the grand purpose of these joint ventures.


OOC: Will be finishing this introductory thread and moving onto the Island thread. Until then Tierney, Vita and Alexander are out of commission. No they're not dead. Just put to sleep by a annoyed Saint/Maid God