The library was huge, Bee mused while following the tactician. Though the scarfed girl couldn't read any of it. The books were written in a language she doesn't recognize. English probably isn't even a language here. She sighs, guessing she'll have to learn the language here eventually. Maybe she could even ask Robin to teach her. Speaking of Robin, the tactician has stopped and is looking at a book.
Looking up, Robin exciting says, "They have advanced tomes here!" At the scarfed girl's questioning gaze, the white haired girl coughs, explaining further, "Tomes are divided into 4 types, Fire, Wind, Thunder and Dark tomes. Each type has different advanced versions. Fire types have Fire, Elfire, Arcfire and lastly Bolgonone. Wind has Wind, Elwind, Arcwind and lastly Rexcaliber. You can probably guess the first three tomes of thunder with Thoron as the fourth and most advanced. I'll admit I know nothing of dark tomes. And staffs are a different matter entirely. They have lots of different variety as well. Healing, teleporting, they can even be used to create magic armor! It's fascinating." Robin rubs the back of her head nervously, "I really don't want to know about dark magic, if I'm being honest. Now each person can have different affinities with each type of tome. I have one with Thunder tomes. According to what you did in the arena you might have a fire affinity but later we can determine what you actually have."
Bee nods in understanding at the coat wearing girl's explanation, "That sounds... exciting. But what do you mean? What did I do in the arena?" She stares at Robin in clear confusion.
The tactician blinks at the scarfed girl, "You don't remember? Huh, that's interesting. Basically you lit your sword on fire and cleaved through Vaike's axe. Then slammed the hilt of your sword into his forehead. It was very impressive honestly. You tore through my plans as easily as his axe!" Robin giggled at her last sentence. Bee starts thinking. She can light her sword on fire? That sounds... very dangerous. Especially if used on a person. Shivering at this, Bee shakes those thoughts away. She'll need to learn how to use it immediately.
She sighs. Time to be brave. "Robin, I have no clue how I did that with my sword," the girl hesitantly says. Robin stares at Bee, in clear disbelief. The tactician sighs, looking down and closing the tome in her hands.
She looks back up at the nervous girl, "Well, it's a good idea to help you learn how to use the sword. Follow me, I think I remember where one of Flavia's training areas are." Robin starts walking away, with Bee following.
Standing in front of a training dummy with her sword drawn, Bee begins to regret her decision. Robin told her to remember the feeling she had before her memories cut out. It's a lot harder than words make it out to be. Course Robin with her photographic memory would find it easy. The scarfed girl sighs, trying again. Focusing on that moment. All she can remember is a very intense emotion. Could be anything, really. Panic, fear, acceptance, determi-
The sword goes alight. The girl holding it panics, dropping it. The flames vanish as soon as it leaves her hand. Bee puts a hand on her heart as Robin comes up to her, the scarfed girl being scared out of her wits. The tactician hugs her, cheering loudly. Standing utterly still, the scarfed girl awkwardly returns the hug.
Soon realizing the hug, Robin lets go and coughs. "S-sorry about that. I got excited. How did you do it though?!" Scratching her cheek, Bee picks up her sword, staring at it for a moment.
Sheathing it, Bee responds simply, "Determination." The two stand like that for awhile, Robin thinking. The tactician shakes her head, "It was that simple? Interesting. Anyway it's getting pretty late. We both should head to bed. The Shepherds are leaving bright and early tomorrow so have your things gathered and be at the front gate by then. I'll talk to you more tomorrow, Bee. Goodbye." Robin waves, walking out of the training area, presumably heading towards her room.
Bee sighs, staring at the sword at her side. Why was she chosen by this sword? Did it bring her to this world? She was just a normal college student before so why her? The scarfed girl starts to head to her room. She probably does need rest anyway. Her thoughts and questions continue to haunt her as she goes to sleep.
AN: This was a very hard chapter. Was a lot of fun to write though.