Prison Breakout

TW: Brief descriptions of torture.

Estelle gritted her teeth so tightly that her jaw begged for relief. Her comrades surrounded her, backing away from the herd as Estelle lunged for the prison behind them. She had received notification of a large group of light spirits trapped under Nyx.

The news had infuriated her, smoke nearly leaving her mouth with evident seething. It only worsened when the scouts couldn't get closer to the base, but the noises of despair were so loud it could be heard a long distance away. Without thinking further, her body spun to the comrades already arming up, her mouth spitting out orders amidst the smoke, her hand reaching for her katana with a quick movement.

Planning and waiting wasn't an option; they wouldn't last much longer if it continued at this rate. Estelle knew stealth wouldn't work anymore. Nyx must have gotten word of his lost prisoners a while back because ever since their last clash; their security had improved.

She had found out the hard way when she had gone to rescue more trapped spirits only to be surrounded. The battle was tough, and Estelle had to escape without completing the rescue. The failed attempt bothered her for days until she could make her return with her comrades and had managed to take them with her that time.

Placing her squads in separate locations, Estelle used a tried and true method for retrieval and hoped it would work, as there was no time to think it through. So, when she reached the area, it was evident that the spirits had been waiting for them. Cursing, she wondered if they had caught the scouts as they were leaving.

'Ah, it doesn't matter. I'll still kill them all,' Estelle gritted out in her mind, her scowl only deepening further as the outcries continued to spill in the background. Forcing herself to ignore the injured and helpless spirits behind the locked cage, Estelle's eyes darted to the darklings, who belted out their war shoutings as they lunged.

Letting out a yell of her own, Estelle led her group to attack head-on as a separate group of her comrades came in from behind. Clashing together like boulders, the sound of battle began to ring out as swords, axes and other weapons made contact with flesh. The shrieks of spirits followed, their grunts and growls melding into a symphony that Estelle was all too familiar with.

A squad remained further back, attacking from afar as the other two groups worked in close combat. The whizz of arrows zipped past Estelle's ears, the sound of the impact nearly making her smile within the fight. Cutting off the head of a snarling werewolf and stabbing it in its heart, Estelle quickly spat on the ground as specks of blood flew into her mouth. Snarling at the copper's tang, Estelle began to run for the cages she loathed to find within her sight.

They were so small the spirits were practically crushed together, unable to move as it was filled above their compacity. A Thunderharpy screeched behind them, letting brief flashes of lightning hit the metal rods of the spirit's prisons. The sparks struck the captured spirits, making them wail, their hands reaching past the metal bars in desperation. Hissing as the yells of pain got louder the closer she got, Estelle scanned the metal barrier before her eyes widened in realisation.

A couple of comrades were far behind her, clearly attempting to catch up to her whilst she released the spirits. Turning around, Estelle eyed them, her sights focused on the Elf as she barked, "They're being held by magic; someone, get here and release the seal!"

Heading straight for the Thunderharpy as the Elf took her place, Estelle allowed the air to surround her katana as she struck the creature with all of her might. A spark of lightning managed to hit her before the beast quickly crashed into a tree, a haunting call making her ears ring as it began to wither away.

"Report!" her voice called, her body already moving to fight again before she could take a breath.

"Nearly there, general!"

"Good! -"

"General! Help!" A deep voice screeched, immediately catching her attention before she could finish. Swearing, Estelle rushed, her feet splattering on the wet mud as she tried to reach the spirit in time.

The darklings were getting closer to them, which meant they were running out of time, but for now, she just needed to ensure her comrade was safe.

"Gamma Squad, ready your bows!" Estelle belted, glad she had caught the attention of the darkling, who was about to place a killing blow. Sliding across the muddy ground and under the beast's belly, she raised her katana. The creature squelched in pain as the katana sliced right through its stomach, the guts landing on Estelle once she reached the other side.

Estelle continued to scream, ignoring the turn of her own belly, "Draw!"

Quickly eying the placements of the dark spirits, Estelle waited a few more moments before yelling, "Loose!"

The arrows zipped through the sky, shooting directly into darklings who were getting too close to the prisoners. Estelle didn't have a moment to take the relief of knowing they had bought a little more time as the Elf called out to her. "The barriers have been released; the prisoners are free!"

Calling out the orders for a new set of arrows, Estelle charged towards the prisoners, who were shaking in terror, and were utterly unprepared for any type of fighting. Her heart clenched at the looks on their weary faces, but it wasn't the time to speak and let them begin healing; it was time to get them to safety.

Turning to one of the squads who surrounded the cages, Estelle spoke, her voice moving so quick that her words were melding together. "I will lay an attack to create space for you to run. I want you to follow Lieutenant Libra! His word is my order, understood?! Don't turn back for anyone; now go!"

Turning around and rushing back to the fighting, where her squad continued to fend off the rest of the dark spirits, Estelle relayed the same order, ignoring their responses as they turned around and ran.

Raising her body into the air, her lips frowned as she decided on her next course of action. Ignoring the burning hatred over the move, her hands moved up as she used blood bending to halt most of the darkling's movement. She couldn't use this move for long, not for this many of them, but it would give her comrades enough time to make their escape.

Scowling when they all unfroze without her permission, Estelle wondered if it was worth doing more training in that aspect, but the thought didn't linger as spirits who could fly speeded towards her. Holding her katana, Estelle leaned forward in a defensive position, ready to take them down so she could make her way back.

'The more of them I kill, the less of a pain it will be later,' She could only think, knowing she was going to be there for a while.


It was only when Estelle made it inside the dorms that she realised her state. The class stared back at her, bewildered by the image of Estelle covered in her own blood. The picture took a few seconds to sink in, but they all shot to their feet when it did.

The female barely blinked before the blonde was by her side. His arm was wrapped around her tightly as he hollered at the top of his lungs. She ignored him as he helped her into the living room, carefully dropping her onto the couch before rushing to the kitchen to get some water.

Closing her eyes, Estelle listened to the sound of static in her ears as she breathed in deeply, her first moment of peace today. The class nervously skittered around her, unsure what to do around the exhausted female who seemed to dismiss them.

They weren't sure how to act around Estelle since the blowout considering they had returned to the living room only to find her missing and Katsuki staring at a bag of sweets like he had murdered his own family. He didn't give up any information on what happened when the yelling stopped, but it was clear to them that the conversation hadn't ended as they would have liked.

Deciding to let her blow off some steam that they assumed she gathered from speaking to Katsuki; the class, minus Katsuki, was genuinely prepared to continue the conversation the next day. But then, she came in and pretended nothing had happened.

Now, that confused them,

They followed along, but they couldn't deny that they could still feel the heaviness of her statements. It didn't feel right to disregard it and pretend it never happened, especially when there had been no significant improvement in getting Estelle to stay. But, the female hated getting pushed and prodded; they knew that much. So, they'll leave the topic for now.

But they all knew it wasn't over.

Estelle, too busy enjoying the quiet, was soon woken up from her daze to find Katsuki staring down at her, his hand frantically tapping her face. Peering up at him curiously, she noted the flames of anger were overwhelmed by concern, which clearly won the battle as he clamoured, "Estelle!"

Widening her eyes at the alarm in his voice, Estelle forced her mouth to move, "S'okay. I'm okay; I'm just tired as hell."

Grunting in acknowledgement, the blonde furrowed his brows as he pulled her back up to a sitting position since she was slumped on the couch. Her tired eyes stared up at him, and it was only when he pointed to the bucket of water next to him on the ground that her brain clicked into place.

Sighing, the female leaned down to place her hand in the lukewarm water, her shoulders relaxing as a sheen of green shone on her face. She kept her eyes on the glow of her healing, hoping it would help avoid Katsuki, nervously shifting around her, angry grumbles on his lips as he scrutinised her.

"What happened?" Tokoyami expressed uneasily, his eyes peering at her wounds with evident worry.

"Nothing; I was helping prisoners escape. Was a big fight was all," Estelle answered choppily, shrugging with a small smile in hopes it would ease their restless stances.

"Oh, are they okay?" Izuku asked, his eyes wide like a bunny's.

"Alive and well, considering what they've gone through, they're recovering at camp," She soughed, scanning the wounds, which were beginning to close up nicely.

"Considering what they've gone through?" Shoto prodded, a tilt to his head.

Estelle tautened her jaw, her healing hand swiftly moving from the water to grip her knee tightly. Digging her fingers into her skin, she scowled at the reminder, her face scrunching up like she had eaten something sour. Feeling a hand over her own, Estelle could tell by the moistness that it was Katsuki, evidently warning her to stop it.

Not listening, Estelle looked away, the pain giving her some much-needed relief in a moment like this. The reprieve didn't last long as she heard his growl next to her, and he forcefully shoved her hand away from her knee, clasping it into his own tightly.

Flicking her eyes up to his briefly, she could quickly tell he disapproved of her actions but wasn't prepared to tell her off in front of everyone. Estelle could appreciate how the blonde did stuff like that to consider her feelings. Still, she backed off, accepting his hand as she opened her mouth to answer.

Her voice was more cold and mechanical than she had intended it to be as she explained, "Torture. Nyx is good at that. I got them out before it got worse, thankfully."

The class could see the sheer hurt emanating from her eyes, their own mirroring hers as they shared her distress for a short period. Her hunched shoulder's made it clear that it wasn't a topic she wanted to discuss further, and they understood why.

Katsuki broke the silence, his head snapping to hers as he grasped her hand tighter. Somehow, she had managed to wiggle her hand enough so she could dig her fingernails into her palms, but the male clearly wasn't having it. "Stop that!" He gruffed out, his voice not as strong as usual, yet still stern as he lectured her lightly.

Displeased at the fact he had opened up her palm to hold instead, Estelle shook her head as she forced a small smile across her fatigued face. "It's been a tough day; I'll be fine. I'm going to get some rest before I head out."

"What?! Where are you going?!" Katsuki snapped, not prepared to allow her to leave again until she was in a stable place.

"I need to head back to camp," She answered simply.

"Shouldn't you make sure you're completely healed first?" Momo questioned, concerned.

Biting back his annoyance, Katsuki could tell by the stubborn look on her face that she wasn't going to play ball with them today. He had no idea if it was related to what happened a couple of days ago, but he wasn't prepared to let that interfere with her own health. Everything else be damned.

"Tch, no arguing with her. I'll meet you upstairs," Katsuki rasped, already heading into the kitchen before she could squabble.

Katsuki couldn't give a shit if she didn't want him to come. He had his priorities in check and wasn't prepared to skew them because of their awkwardness. Health came first, which was something he lectured the poor girl about on occasion, but again, she just refused to listen.

The situation has bugged him since he lunged for her, and she ran away. He wasn't surprised by that fact, but it still troubled him. When she returned the next day, he had to physically stop himself from blowing up when he realised that she was acting as if nothing had occurred.

When something totally did.

He was glad she wasn't avoiding him like the plague; Katsuki wasn't mentally prepared to deal with her doing that to him again. He didn't know what was worse, that Estelle was pretending nothing had happened even though it floated in the air between them or that Estelle seemed content for it to be that way.

It made him want to scream, especially since the kiss won't leave his thoughts for even a second.

Brushing his teeth?

The kiss.

Sitting in class?

The kiss.

Blowing up his classmates?

The kiss.

It was like a leech had entered his mind and refused to let go like the fucking parasite it was. It was the way their teeth had clashed for a brief moment before they fell into each other. Estelle had melted in his arms, returning the affection with the same vigour that made his breath hitch. It was like he had a million flies inside of him, buzzing with euphoria at how good she had tasted.

Replaying the gasp that left her mouth when he pulled her closer was like heaven had entered his mind. He couldn't stop thinking about how damn cute it was and the sheer possibilities of other noises he could pull out of her. He hungered to hear more; he wanted to experience it all over again, a million times over. It felt like he could burst at the seams from how right it felt, making him dive right in like a starving man having his last meal.

It was divine.

God dammit, he was thinking about it again.

Growling inwardly to snap himself out of it, Katsuki reminded himself that Estelle needed sustenance, forcing his attention to the meal he was aggressively putting together. He knew the stubborn woman would try getting out of spending time with him, and though the thought made him furious, he still wasn't prepared to allow her to broaden the gap growing between them.

Though he hadn't anticipated admitting things so soon, Katsuki wasn't the type of guy to run away with his tail tucked between his legs. It changed things, but Katsuki was well-equipped to adapt to it; he just needed to figure out what to do next without terrifying the woman.

Who was he fooling? She'll be terrified no matter what he does. Katsuki can work with that; he's been kidnapped, for crying out loud, so he can handle a skittish otherworldly being who seemed to have deep underlying trauma and poor self-worth. He'll have to grab the bull by its horns and take it a day at a time. He can manage that.

'Gahhh! Stop thinking about it!' He inwardly screeched, pulling at his hair for a second before he plated the food.

It didn't take long for him to enter her room, though he couldn't deny he was amused by the fact she was pouting like a child as she sat on her bed. Looking away from the window and at him, Katsuki could see the beautiful flush cross her face when their eyes met. Biting back his smirk, Katsuki didn't want it to be obvious how he knew her thoughts since the image couldn't leave his mind either.

Pretending he didn't see, the blonde stalked forward and sat across from her, an evident frown on his face as he pulled out some utensils. Estelle looked worn out, and he knew she would be pushing herself to great lengths now that bigger fights were happening between Nyx's side and hers.

"Eat up; you need the energy," He grumbled, lifting the lid of the rice bowl.

"Hmpt, yeah. I know."

"Don't be a brat with me! Or do I need to force-feed you like a child?!"

Estelle's pout seemed to deepen with the yell. Folding her arms stubbornly, she wondered how Katsuki was capable of even being in her presence after what had happened. Regardless, he was here, and she wasn't feeling like giving the pleasure of giving in easily.

So turning forward, she opened her mouth expectantly as if waiting for a spoonful of her meal.

Katsuki found himself snorting at her action, a low grin simmering on his face that he tried to fight as he leaned down to scoop up some rice. He hadn't expected it, but he wasn't complaining. It always gave him a deep-rooted satisfaction when the girl, who could take on anything, relied on him to take care of her, even if it was small.

Hovering a hand underneath the spoon to catch any falling pieces, Katsuki continued to grin as Estelle innocently ate the food. His heart squeezed when her dark eyes flickered up to him, her mouth opening, a childlike expression on her face as she waited for the next bite. "So fucking adorable."

Estelle only replied with a blush.

The red tinge on her cheeks remained as Katsuki continued to feed her, her mind trying to ignore how he was looking at her. She couldn't label it, but it was like she hung the moon, so enraptured by her that it made her fidget in place. She fought with herself, internally begging him to stop, yet not wanting to remove herself from his gaze. The answers to her questions seemed so close yet far from her grasp.

So, as soon as the last spoon left her lips, Estelle shot up from the bed, turning her head away so he wouldn't notice her scrunched-up eyes. Heading past the door, she could feel the vibrations of his footsteps on the ground as he swiftly followed her, the empty plate still in his hands.

Knowing it would be rude to leave him in the dust, Estelle muttered, "Thank you, It was rice to see you," internally hoping her lame pun would relax him, but instead, he nervously jittered towards her.

"Tch, wait," He instantly reacted, his voice stern enough to stop her in place.

Turning around to face the blonde a few steps away, Estelle was silent as she gave him her full attention. A nervous bee seemed to fly through her stomach as she watched him intently, unsure of his following words due to the severe look crossing his face.

"I know you have a lot on your plate, so I don't need to rush you too much," he started, his eyes on the empty ceramic in his hands. Estelle, tensing from his words, remained silent, her breath hitching as he looked up and into her eyes. "But we'll have to talk about it eventually."

Ah, the kiss.

Stepping forward so he was closer to the female, Estelle could see the light flush of pink dusting the blonde's face, sparking her own. Scanning him, Estelle was shocked the plate hadn't cracked from the amount of pressure it was under. Yet, the thought quickly faded as he grew more flustered under the silence. She wouldn't be surprised if he started screaming.

Gosh, how did he even manage to look even more adorable than he already was? Estelle couldn't handle it.

"So, until then. Don't run away from me, got it? I'll seriously beat your ass if I have to come looking for you."

Staggered, Estelle's mouth dropped open from disbelief. Her head moved back like it was dodging a punch; to be fair, it was a metaphorical one. For some reason, Estelle had expected the duo to pretend nothing had even happened, but it was clear the blonde wasn't on the same page. He was on a completely different book.

Even though Estelle had imagined they would pretend the kiss never existed, she appreciated the male for not pushing her. He seemed to understand that she wasn't ready to talk about it just yet (even though she may never be), and though it was going to happen, he was warning her so that she could prepare herself for the inevitable conversation.

Katsuki didn't need a response from her as the look in her eyes answered every question he wanted to ask. Nodding to himself, he decided to give her a few more days to think everything through before he threw another spanner in the works. Still, it was undeniable; the hidden words of gratitude were plain as day on her face.

Feeling something warm settle in her stomach, Estelle smiled softly as her mind remarked on Katsuki Bakugo. 'He's truly something else,' She thought, her feet moving her body to stop before him. His patience was undeserved, especially for someone so impatient. Yet, he did it for her, and she had to wonder if she had done something good in her past life to receive such a presence.

Lifting her hand onto his face, Estelle's voice was gentle, unintentionally filled with so much affection that Katsuki could have buckled under it. "Thank you. I'll see you later, Ruby."

Freeing his hand from the plate, Katsuki was quick to place it over her own for a moment as he kept her hand in place. The side of his lip tilted up, his eyes mirroring hers as he nodded. "Soon, sweet cheeks."

Noticing his correction, Estelle picked up on the subtle warning that he wouldn't sit around and wait for as long as she hoped. She could deal with that; his temporary patience was enough. He had done more than he had to by giving her a heads-up.

Turning around and walking away, Estelle could feel his stare sizzling into her back. She didn't mind it, though, a small smile still lingering on her lips as she entered the stairway.


Estelle groaned as her hands lowered back into the grass. The dirt was beginning to build under her fingernails, and they were starting to feel cramped as she forced the trees to scatter once more to make room for the makeshift hut. Sighing in relief that the last residence was finished, Estelle turned to the little scribbler, who was basically a miniature human with talons and muttered, "Is this okay?"

"Oh aye, me dearie. This will do, thank you."

"Get settled in; I'll hold the meeting in the next fifteen minutes."

"I do not know what minutes are, but I shall wait."

Estelle sometimes forgot how time worked differently in the spirit realm. Shrugging her shoulders in the knowledge she wouldn't be able to explain it, Estelle surveyed the land as she took in the serene image of her comrades.

It had gotten much more prominent now that spirits were pouring in. The small slab of land had opened up, becoming a large field. Huts surrounded it, spirits sharing rooms to shield themselves from the weather and gather rest. Open shelters had been created where elves, smiths and others gathered to make materials that would benefit them all during the war.

Her eyes flew to the right, where an empty patch stood, large enough to train a hundred spirits on and discuss aspects of the war. It was an area Estelle used the most, gathering spirits, especially new arrivals to explain the details of their situation and what was to come.

Estelle had made it a point to speak to The Commission early on about the space. She had feared that having such a large amount of land increased the likelihood of humans finding them and shitting their pants. It wasn't needed, so after discussing it further, The Commission had agreed to close the space off to anybody else but those Estelle invited.

It gave her the feeling of her world, standing there like this. The nostalgia hit her every time she was here, and it only continued to grow the more they built around it. It felt like she was pushed back in time, her mind jumping to her old body for a moment before she shook herself out of it.

Stepping towards the training/meeting ground, Estelle could see that spirits were beginning to gather, but it was still practically empty. Standing patiently, it didn't take long for her gaze to meet molten gold. Feeling her shackles immediately rise, Estelle folded her arms impatiently as she waited for Wolf to speak. They hadn't conversed much since their little tiff last week, but it was short and snappy whenever they were forced to talk about squads or missions.

"Why did you not return with the others?"

Taken aback by the question, Estelle released her arms as the image of Katsuki flooded her brain. Those ruby eyes, which had watched her avidly as he motioned for her to take another bite of rice. Flushing, Estelle closed her vision as she tried to push the image away but was only gifted with the sight of his flustered face as he spoke to her when she was leaving.

Cursing in her mind, Estelle turned her head away to avoid being caught, but it was evident by the hiss that left the mouth of the spirit that she knew she had failed. Suddenly feeling abashed, Estelle, uncomfortable, stood in front of him as he salivated at his lips. His body inched closer, leaning over her menacingly as he spat, "You look like someone collared you."

Estelle wasn't sure if she had heard him right. She couldn't have. Wolf wouldn't say something like that. "What?"

"I. Said. You. Look. Like. Someone. Collared. You."

Her mouth dropped open, her eyes widening as she snapped her head to him. The words replayed in her head repeatedly until it sunk in, and once they finally did, she snarled like a wild animal. Snapping her head to meet his with stark rage, Estelle pulled her shoulders back defiantly as she spat, "You believe I would allow a spirit to own me in such a way?"

The yellow eyes which battled hers gleamed with spite, his voice dropping to apparent disgust as he answered. "Who knows? I can barely recognise you sometimes. Such weak attitudes you are beginning to have."

Growling, Estelle couldn't admit to herself how much the words zipped right into her heart. She wasn't that different, was she? The fact that Wolf voiced it wasn't lost on her, but for him to believe such a thing? It left her gobsmacked.

Keeping his gaze, Estelle inched closer to ensure he could hear every word that would leave her lips. "I have told you this before, and I'll repeat it. No man or spirit will ever have me. I am destined to be alone."

Wolf seemed to stagger slightly at her hidden words before he gritted his teeth in frustration. Estelle wasn't fazed by it in the slightest, vexation building in her gut at his attitude as of late.

It wasn't a heartfelt moment; the spirit had simply come to her one moon and asked her to be collared and mated. Estelle refused, not before socking him in the damn face for even asking such a thing. They had never spoken of it again.

"You are weakening. You may have to be collared and mated just to be kept in check. The spirits will lose their faith if this continues."

"You are not speaking for them, Wolf. You are speaking for yourself," Estelle sniped back, not liking his tone. Quite frankly, he was the most expressive she had ever seen him, and as much as that would have been a good thing for the average person, Wolf was not like them. It was evident by his guttural growl that she had hit the bullseye.

"I am only looking out for you. I do not wish for you to lose yourself. Let me help," Wolf stated, staring at her with a flurry of emotions that Estelle found she despised.

Estelle tightened her lips at what he was implying, her heart turning cold as she stopped herself from booting him in the jaw again. Frankly, though, she was getting fed up with his actions recently. He had rarely left her alone, and his intense personality, which only continued to worsen, was too much to bear. Never mind the fury building up inside her from it all, Estelle felt the need to turn feral.

Letting her self-control slip, Estelle quickly drew her hand to Wolf's throat as she yanked him into her field of vision. "How dare you? Do you think I need you, Wolf? Do you think I need your guidance and possessiveness to control every action I make? Do you think I want that? If I did, I would have accepted your offer many moons ago when I wasn't weak, as you say. I'll say this once more. I do not want your collar. Understood!?"

Silence.

Hissing at his stubbornness, Estelle's grip only constricted, and a hint of satisfaction grew in her stomach when she heard him choke. Pressing even harder, his hand flew to hers, desperately trying to pull himself away so he could breathe again. But Estelle didn't relent, her hardened stare making him wither until he finally slumped in defeat. "Understood, my reaper."

Letting him go, Wolf toppled to the ground as he gasped for air. Taking a step back, Estelle observed him blankly, a weight falling on her shoulders as disappointment filled her thoughts. "Get out of my sight."

Estelle slumped as she observed him walk away from her, a forlorn feeling creeping up as she realised their closeness suddenly seemed to disappear the longer they were stuck in this world.

Turning to the expectant faces of those behind her, Estelle ignored that they had overheard her conversations. She noticed the various looks of surprise but wasn't shaken by them. Mating was simple between spirits; they just asked the prospect and simply accepted or declined. After that, the mate would be owned and collared like a slave. She never liked how imbalanced it was, but she couldn't deny the fact that the way they mated for life was a precious thing.

Others looked at her proudly, happy that she continued to be firm with her will. Gazing down at them all, Estelle suddenly felt like she had returned to the previous war again. But that wasn't the point right now.

"First of all, I would like to apologise. I promised you all peace, yet you have been dragged to another world entirely and prodded to fight. I will never force you, and you may remain within the safety of camp until I find a path back home. But, for now, there are many battles to come."

"It wasn't your fault Nyx decided to take the spot Aite left behind!" A dwarf vocalised, his head shaking in disagreement.

"Still, I need your help but remember; you have no obligation to fight. I will ensure you are all safe and try my best to ensure our squads make it back."

"You've saved us once, lass. You'll do it again, so you'll always have my sword."

Estelle's heart clenched, a deep ache of gratitude and relief brimming within her as those around her answered her call to arms. They were prepared to delve back into the battle, and she couldn't have felt prouder for those she called her comrades.

"We'll need more weapons!"

"Charmed bombs!"

"Slingshots!"

Laughing lightly at the creative spirits already scheming in the group, Estelle realised they reminded her of the support course in some odd way. Always making something that she would least expect.

"I thank you all from the bottom of my soul," Estelle finally muttered, her body pulling herself into a deep bow of gratefulness. The spirits viewed the action with slight distaste, and Estelle internally cringed at the knowledge that it was probably too mushy for them.

"You do not bow to us; remember that," An Elf reminded.

Shaking her head, she muttered, "I am not above you; remember that."

"Tch, can you believe this girl?" Another called out.

Ignoring their smiles, Estelle stated, "Those who want to fight, stay here. We will begin the allocation of squads."

Estelle shouldn't have been surprised that everybody stayed behind, but she was.


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