Pamoon was in the study of Lord Burke, reading the Bible as Father Pierre demanded him. Pamoon obliged, but did not find it to be worth the effort. In fact, the book scared him slightly, as the strange logic surrounding laws seemed to him needlessly violent. However, he learned quickly not to question this "God," having watched the Inquisition tie a man to four horses in four different directions, ripping his arms and legs off, for questioning God.

It had taken a while for Shelby (His bookkeeper) to convince Lord Burke, Father Pierre, and the Inquisition that Pamoon was not a demon. Pamoon looked back on this and smiled at his own naivety on the issue at hand, having asked, "What's an angel? Who is this 'God?'"

Pamoon looked up from the Bible and saw the hourglass to be empty. His reading time was finished at last. Setting the book down, he walked through the castle, looking for Sir Shelby. He was distracted, however, when he passed a window and glimpsed the construction of the stone wall. He watched for a while until the young daughter of Lord Burke, Fanchon found him.

"Pamoon! There you are!"

Pamoon turned and looked at her. By general estimate, she was a pretty girl of about his age. "Ah, hello Lady Fanchon."

Fanchon giggled. "You're always so formal, Pamoon. You don't have to call me that until I'm married."

"Sir Shelby calls you Lady Fanchon."

"And he's a knight under my father, so he has to."

"I see. Speaking of Shelby, have you seen him?"

Fanchon looked slightly put out. "He's down in the courtyard sparring with Sir Andre."

Pamoon nodded. "Thanks, Lady Fanchon. I'll see you later, then."

He made a bow and walked away as Fanchon replied, "Just Fanchon, Pamoon."

He descended the steps into the courtyard. Leaving the keep, he immediately saw Lord Burke and his son Lowell watching Sir Shelby and Sir Andre battle with wooden swords. Pamoon could not tell who was Shelby and who was Andre as their helmets obscured their identities, but soon one had knocked the other down and taken off their helmet. Shelby had won, and he wiped sweat from his brow as Lord Burke and Lowell clapped.

"You almost got me with the uppercut there, Andre." Shelby said, helping Andre up.

"But almost means nothing in battle." Andre replied, pulling his helmet off as well. "Ah, I see you watched too, Pamoon."

"Not for long, Sir Andre." Pamoon answered.

"So what brings you down here, Pamoon?" Asked Shelby.

"We need to train." Pamoon replied. "We could be attacked at any moment."

"Aren't you eager to do battle." Shelby said. "Look at these walls; Even half-built, they still block any intruder."

"They wouldn't keep Belgium E.O. out." Pamoon said. "He'd blast right through."

"Belgium E.O.?"

"He's an opponent in the sacred battle, and one I truly wish not to fight."

"Very well, then." Shelby said. "Train we shall. Do you care to watch, my lord?"

"Do I?" Lord Burke said loudly. "I would like to see what you can do, Pamoon. Go on, show me what you have."

Shelby opened the book. "Farusu!"

Stars appeared in the air again. Lord Burke and Lowell oohed and aahed, as Pamoon moved the stars around with his limbs. He aimed them at a stump.

"Farusu!"

The stars shot out blasts of green light, blasting the stump to pieces. Lord Burke, Lowell, and Sir Andre clapped in admiration. Atop the castle, the mamodo Magoria(1) and his partner Swaantje looked on in fear. Swaantje gulped. "Magoria, they're out of our league." She said.

"Y-yeah, let's get out of here!" Magoria replied.

Swaantje opened the magenta book and said "Poruk," Magoria transformed into a large bird, which Swaantje got on. They then flew away, hoping someone else would defeat that star mamodo.

(1)Magoria is an ancestor of Kanchome.