Vermeil

The atmosphere in the Astrarium auditorium was tense. You, Alto Golfid, stood at the demonstration circle, on the verge of expulsion, having failed to summon your familiar. In desperation, you performed a forbidden ritual.

And then she appeared—Vermeil, with purple hair and shining amethyst eyes. Her appearance made everyone shudder.

"Does it matter? I'm here," she retorted to the professor's question.

You learned that her power required nourishment through intimacy. Your classmates and teachers eyed you warily. Lilia, your classmate, asked sadly:

"Alt, is everything okay? Is she dangerous?"

"It's all good. Vermeil is just... special."

"Yes, I see. You've started spending all your time with her."

On the eve of the duel, you remained with Vermeil in the hall.

"You're nervous," she said.

"And you? Tomorrow's a fight with the strongest..."

"We won't lose. But your fear weakens me. You know what I need."

You kissed her, feeling a surge of energy. Her eyes lit up.

"See? Now we're ready."

Anxiety has given way to determination. Tomorrow you will prove your strength to everyone.