"My servant that existed somewhere in this vast universe, my divine, beautiful, wise, powerful servant, heed my call, I wish from very bottom of my heart and add to my guidance and appear!"

A loud boom occurred in the span of a second, followed by a curtain of smoke and a lot of annoyed groans.

"The Zero did it again!"

"Why don't you give up already!?"

"She's just a commoner after all..."

"The Valiére family are gonna be so disappointed."

A pinkette girl tried not to cry, not in front of all her class at least. "Rule of steel, remember it..." muttered to herself in an attempt to regain a tidbit of her pride. At least, that was before she heard the professor mutter "There's something in the smoke."

Louise raised her gaze, and indeed, there was a shadow in the smoke, a shadow reminiscent of a human, if that was even possible. Colbert squinted his eyes, and raised the voice, "Yes, without doubt, there's something there. Thabita, if you will..."

A gale of wind dissipated the smoke, leaving the students flabbergasted about what was behind it. It appeared that Louise had summoned a girl, said girl was on his knees and coughing, probably thanks to the explosion.

"Ms. Valliere, please complete the summoning."

"But she's a commoner! How I am supposed to have a filthy commoner as a Familiar!?" She didn't understand his professor. Couldn't she, like, repeat the summoning? Surely she could probably summon something better than... This.

"I am sorry Ms. Valliere, but you summoned her, now complete the ritual."

Louise, cursing under his breath, approached the girl with a sneer. "Consider yourself lucky. This is something a commoner would never recieve. Ever."

The girl said something in a extrange language, but Louise didn't paid mind to it. With a final push, she kissed her briefly, only to jump back at the shout of the girl. "You take me from my home, look at me like I'm trash, and now you have the sheer balls to kiss me!? What the fuck is wrong with you!? I have a girlfriend at home you know!"

Louise stood there, stunned at the apparent fact that a commoner shouted her.

"Just as expected, she can't even keep a commoner on a leash"

"So pathetic. Isn't she an actress or something paid to act as a Familiar?"

Now that the pinkette looked at her, she was fairly beautiful. Pitch black hair at middle back length, slightly glowing green eyes, or, more accurately, eye. Bandages on the neck, right side of her face and forearms. She had strange clothing, it was mostly made of black silk, or whatever was that made of.

Her musings about her Familiar apparel were interrupted by a groan of pain coming from her, whose was now clutching her right wrist, looking at the bright runes being carved in the same hand. The runes stopped glowing, and her Familiar looked at Louise with a glare that left her mother's in the mud.

"You dare," seethed "you fucking dare take me from my home, kiss me, and now you dare SHACKLE me!?"

The class did nothing but snicker and giggle again, laughing at the expense of Louise. "That was the last summoning, get back to your rooms, class dismissed." Everyone but Louise and her newfound Familiar levitated to their dorms. Familiar that, of course, was still glaring at her.

Regaining her composture, Louise spoke. "Come on Familiar, you have things to do."

"My name is Kràka, not Familiar, remember it if you want your head to remain attached to your shoulders, popsicle."

Louise wanted to retort, but didn't. She simply kept walking to her dorm. Once inside she did as usual, undressing herself without a care for her Familiar gaze. Kràka just looked at her, unbothered by the pinkette nudity. "Are you done giving me an striptease? Or what, you want me acting as a mistress too?" the venom in her tongue was almost dripping with hostility.

"What!? No! You have to wash my clothes and wake me up in the morning. If you can't protect me like a good Familiar would you can at least be good as a servant. Be happy, Familiar, not a lot of commoners can brag about being a personal assistant of a Noble."

"Happy, you say? I have to be happy just because you said it? You have no idea how much I want to rip your fucking throat. Be glad that this shackle prevents me of doing so." Kráka spit at the floor, giving her a last glare. "Fuck you. You are old enough to wake and prepare your clothes yourself."

Without another word, she stormed out of the room, slamming the door shut and almost getting it out of the hinges.