Louise attended the prestigious high-class magic academy, a place where young sorcerers and witches honed their craft. Despite her noble background, Louise was infamous within the academy walls, not for her prowess but for her profound lack of it. Every spell she attempted seemed to end in failure, earning her the unfortunate nickname "Louise the Zero." Her classmates never missed an opportunity to mock and ridicule her, their laughter a constant reminder of her shortcomings.
Today, however, was different. Today was the day of the familiar summoning ceremony, an event of great significance. Each student would summon a creature to be their lifelong companion, a testament to their magical abilities. Louise's heart pounded with a mix of anticipation and dread. This was her chance to prove herself, to show everyone that she was more than just a failure.
The air buzzed with excitement as students gathered in the grand courtyard, their eyes glistening with the promise of what was to come. Louise stood among them, clutching her wand tightly, her determination steeling her nerves. She had vowed that today would be the day she would shed her humiliating moniker.
Adding to the weight of the occasion was the presence of the princess, who had recently joined the academy. It was said that her father, the king, believed it wise for her to learn the ways of magic. The princess's presence added an extra layer of pressure, but also a glimmer of hope. If Louise could succeed in front of her, perhaps the ridicule would finally cease.
Their teacher, a tall figure with a stern yet encouraging demeanor, addressed the gathered students.
"The day has finally come for you all to try the summoning ritual! This is the first test for you now that you've advanced to your second year here. Today, you will finally meet your familiars, who will be with you for life, marking your journey as noblemen and women."
The atmosphere buzzed with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. Among the students, Louise stood, her heart beating rapidly in her chest. She felt the weight of her classmates' eyes on her, many of them eager to see her fail once again.
Suddenly, a striking figure approached Louise. It was Kirche, a beautiful redheaded student whose presence always drew attention. She sauntered up to Louise with a confident smile.
"All set, Louise? I'm looking forward to seeing what kind of amazing familiar you'll summon," Kirche said, her tone dripping with mockery. She laughed, a melodic yet cutting sound that only added to Louise's anxiety.
Louise's cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and anger. "Leave me alone!" she snapped, her voice shaking slightly.
Kirche's laughter echoed in Louise's ears as she walked away, leaving Louise to grapple with her nerves. Determined not to let her classmates' taunts get to her, Louise took a deep breath and clenched her fists. This was her chance to prove herself, and she would not let anyone take that away from her.
The students began to summon their familiars one by one, the air thick with anticipation and the murmurs of excited spectators. Each successful summoning was met with gasps and applause, the courtyard filled with a cacophony of magical energy.
"Next up!" the teacher called out, his voice carrying over the crowd.
A blond-haired boy stepped forward with a confident swagger. "That would be me, sir! I am Guiche de Gramont! Observe as I now summon the finest and most brilliant familiar in the entire history of this institution. My fame will spread across the land!"
The teacher sighed, a trace of impatience in his eyes. "Enough of the speeches already. There's a lot of people waiting."
Guiche nodded, his bravado momentarily dimmed. "Of course, sir."
He raised his wand and began to chant the summoning spell, his voice filled with pride and determination. The ground trembled beneath their feet, and the students leaned in, eager to see what would emerge. With a sudden burst of earth, a large mole appeared from underground, its beady eyes blinking in the sunlight. Guiche stood there, his mouth agape, shock and disappointment etched on his face.
Before the laughter could spread, the teacher called out again, "Next!"
Kirche stepped forward, her red hair glinting like fire in the sunlight. She moved with a grace and confidence that turned heads.
With a flourish, she performed the summoning spell. Flames erupted, and a large fire salamander appeared, its scales glowing with an intense heat. The crowd gasped in awe, and even the teacher seemed impressed.
"Wow, you have summoned quite a familiar there!" he exclaimed.
Kirche smiled, her eyes sparkling with pride. "Thank you, sir! It fits my code name perfectly—'Kirche the Fever.'" The salamander hissed, and the air around it shimmered with heat, reflecting Kirche's fiery personality and power.
Almost every student had summoned their familiar, leaving only three: Louise, the princess, and a peasant girl. The peasant girl, thought of humble origins, had worked tirelessly as a maid for the nobles, saving enough money to attend the prestigious academy. Her days were long and arduous, filled with chores before she could even think of her studies. She was a servant first and a student second.
The teacher surveyed the remaining trio, his gaze resting on Louise. "I want you three girls to summon your familiars at the same time," he declared. "And Louise, since you're the only one here as a regular student, I want you to lead."
A murmur of discontent rippled through the crowd. Many students began to beg the teacher not to let Louise lead, their voices filled with apprehension. They feared that her notorious ineptitude would disrupt the princess's spell and bring disaster upon the ceremony.
Louise's heart pounded in her chest, but she refused to let their doubts sway her. Her voice rang out, clear and defiant. "No! I can do this!"
The teacher raised a hand to silence the protests. "Enough. Louise will lead."
The courtyard fell into a tense silence as Louise stepped forward, her wand trembling slightly in her grip. The princess and the peasant girl took their places beside her, each ready to perform the summoning ritual.
Louise closed her eyes, taking a deep breath to steady her nerves. This was her moment, the chance to prove that she was more than just "Louise the Zero." She began to chant the incantation, her voice steady and resolute. The princess and the peasant girl followed suit, their voices intertwining with hers.
The air crackled with magical energy, and a hush fell over the spectators as they watched, breathless with anticipation.
The princess and the maid followed Louise's lead, their faces a mix of determination and anxiety. The three girls stood side by side, their wands gripped tightly, hearts racing. Louise took a deep breath, her eyes narrowing with focus. She had to prove herself, not just for her own sake, but for the princess and the maid as well.
As one, they began to chant the spell, their voices harmonizing in the ancient incantation. The air around them shimmered with magical energy, and the ground beneath their feet trembled. Suddenly, three pillars of light burst forth, spiraling into the sky. Dust swirled around them, and the wind howled through the courtyard, carrying with it the whispers of power.
Then, with a deafening roar, a massive explosion erupted, sending a shockwave through the assembly. Students shielded their eyes and staggered back, groaning and complaining.
"She's done it again!" someone yelled. "Louise has messed everything up!"
As the smoke began to clear, a hush fell over the courtyard. Everyone strained to see through the lingering haze. Slowly, three figures emerged, and gasps of astonishment rippled through the crowd. The three girls had summoned not creatures, but boys.
The princess's familiar was a boy wearing a blue hoodie, his eyes wide with confusion. The maid's familiar was a boy in a gray hoodie, looking around as if trying to make sense of his new surroundings. Louise's familiar, however, stood out the most. He was clad in a costume of red, yellow, black, and green, a sword hanging at his side. His eyes were sharp and calculating, taking in every detail with a steady gaze.
The boy in blue was the first to speak, his words tumbling out in rapid Spanish. The boy in gray followed, speaking Japanese, his tone equally bewildered. The costumed boy remained silent, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword, his eyes never stopping their survey of the courtyard.
The murmurs grew louder as the students and teachers alike tried to comprehend what had just happened. Louise, the princess, and the maid stared at their summons, their own shock mirrored in the faces around them.
"What have we done?" the princess whispered, her voice trembling.
"I don't know," the maid replied, her grip tightening on her wand. "But they're here now, and we have to figure out why."
Louise stepped forward, her resolve hardening despite the chaos. She had summoned a familiar, a human no less, and she would find a way to make this work. The murmurs of disbelief and mockery still echoed in her ears, but she ignored them.
The boy in blue was the first to react, exclaiming in rapid Spanish, "¡¿Qué diablos?! ¡¿Cómo llegué aquí?!"
He looked around, panic in his eyes, unable to understand the chaos surrounding him. The costumed boy turned to him and spoke in calm, fluent Spanish.
"Tranquilo, todo estará bien," he said, his voice soothing. "Cálmate."
The boy in blue 's eyes widened in relief. "¡Hablas español! ¡Me entiendes! ¿Quién eres? ¿Por qué estoy—"
"Nos han invocado a otro mundo, aparentemente," the costumed boy interrupted, his tone matter-of-fact.
"¿Qué? ¿Cómo lo sabes?" the boy in blue asked, his confusion deepening.
"En mi línea de trabajo, he visto cosas así antes," the costumed boy replied, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.
He then turned to the boy in gray and spoke in Japanese, "Daijōbu, subete umakuiku."
The boy in gray blinked in surprise, then responded in English. "I speak English too."
The costumed boy raised an eyebrow, impressed. "Good to know. Makes things easier."
The students and teachers stared, slack-jawed, as the boys conversed in different languages. Louise, the princess, and the maid exchanged bewildered glances. This was beyond anything they had expected.
The costumed boy turned to the others, his eyes sharp and calculating. "So, can you understand me without me having to speak Japanese? Interesting."
The boy in gray nodded. "Yeah. And it seems like we've been sent to another world."
"Well, at least you were able to figure that out," the costumed boy replied.
The boy in gray scrutinized his attire. "What's with the getup? Are you supposed to be Robin, Batman's sidekick?"
"That's exactly who I am," the costumed boy replied, a hint of pride in his voice. "So just call me Robin. Also, I'm his partner, not his sidekick."
The boy in gray's eyes widened in recognition. "Wait, you're Robin?"
"Yeah," Robin confirmed.
A smile spread across the boy in gray's face as he held up his hand, revealing a green ring. "I'm a Green Lantern."
Robin's eyes narrowed with interest. "You're a Lantern?"
"Yep, I'm a Green Lantern," he said, nodding.
Robin tilted his head, curiosity piqued. "I've never seen you before. Where are you from?"
"I'm from Coast City," the Green Lantern answered.
Robin frowned slightly. "Then how come I've never seen you before?"
The Green Lantern looked puzzled. "What do you mean? How have you not seen me? Now that I think about it, why are you so small?"
"What?" Robin asked, taken aback.
"You're supposed to be bigger and older, but you look the same age as me," the Green Lantern observed, his brow furrowed.
Robin's expression shifted as realization dawned on him. "What do you mean? I'm the fourth Ro—"
He stopped mid-sentence, his eyes widening as he understood the implications. This wasn't just another world.
Robin observed the confusion on the boy in blue's face, realizing he didn't understand English. Taking a deep breath, he turned to him and began to speak in Spanish.
"Escucha, si tuviera que adivinar, diría que somos de diferentes mundos," Robin explained.
The boy in blue looked even more puzzled. "¿Diferentes mundos?"
"Sí," Robin continued. "Yo vengo de una Tierra diferente, él viene de una Tierra diferente, y tú vienes de una Tierra diferente. Somos de tres Tierras distintas, pero todos fuimos invocados aquí a este mundo. No estoy seguro de por qué—"
Before Robin could finish his explanation, a sudden wave of magical energy washed over the boys. Each of them felt a strange sensation, as if a spell was being cast upon them. Their eyes widened in surprise.
Robin blinked. "What the hell?"
The Green Lantern shook his head in amazement. "Whoa!"
The boy in blue looked around, astonished. "¡Wow! I can understand you guys."
"It seems like this has magic involved," the Green Lantern noted, his voice tinged with awe.
Robin sighed, looking towards the girls who had summoned them. "Seems like it. These girls must have summoned us."
Louise had had enough of the boys. To her, they seemed to have a pretentious attitude, completely disregarding the seriousness of the situation. Her temper flared, and she stepped forward, eyes blazing.
"Enough!" she shouted. "How dare you talk to each other while your masters are right in front of you?"
She raised her wand, intent on asserting her authority. But before she could cast a spell, Robin, without even turning around, flicked his wrist and sent a birdarang flying. It struck her wand, knocking it out of her hand.
"Quiet," Robin commanded, his tone steady and unyielding.
He turned back to the boy in blue, his expression softening slightly. "Listen, I'm Robin. He's a Green Lantern."
The Green Lantern stepped forward, offering a friendly smile. "Hi, I'm Tai Pham."
The boy in blue hesitated for a moment before responding. "I'm Jaime Reyes."
Robin nodded. "So, what can you do?"
Jaime's eyes lit up with a mischievous glint. "Stand back because I'm gonna blow your mind."
With that, he stepped back and began to transform. Armor formed over his body, black and blue, resembling a beetle. The onlookers gasped as the transformation completed, revealing a formidable and alien-looking warrior.
Tai followed suit, raising his ring and chanting, "In brightest day, in blackest night, no evil shall escape my sight. Let those who worship evil's might, beware my power—Green Lantern's light!"
A brilliant green glow enveloped him, and in an instant, Tai was clad in the iconic Green Lantern uniform, his presence radiating power and confidence.
Robin surveyed his new companions, a sense of camaraderie forming. "Well, looks like we make quite the team."
The courtyard fell silent as everyone took in the sight of these extraordinary transformations.
The three girls stood there in amazement, their expressions reflecting a mix of awe and bewilderment. Siesta, her eyes wide, admired the green color of her familiar's suit. For Princess Henrietta, seeing her familiar transform from an ordinary boy to a blue-armored warrior was awe-inspiring. But Louise, ever indignant, directed her frustration at Robin.
"Well, don't just stand there! Do something cool! Transform or something! You're making me look bad!" she yelled.
Robin, ignoring her outburst, continued speaking to the boys.
Both Tai and Robin exclaimed simultaneously, "You've got a scarab!"
Jaime looked surprised. "Wait, you know what this thing is?"
Robin nodded. "Yeah, and you don't? How long have you had it?"
"About four months. And now I have the power to turn into this thing," Jaime explained, motioning to his armored form.
Robin's eyes narrowed in recognition. "Blue Beetle."
Jaime's eyes widened. "Wait, in your world there's a guy like me?"
Tai and Robin both nodded. "Yes!"
"Wow, Blue Beetle sounds cool! But what about you, Tai?" Jaime asked, curiosity evident in his voice.
"I'm a Green Lantern," Tai replied.
"What?" Jaime said, incredulous.
Tai looked at him with mild surprise. "You don't have Green Lanterns in your world?"
Robin cut in, "Do you have a Batman?"
Jaime laughed nervously. "Isn't he just a myth?"
Robin shook his head in disbelief. "You've got to be kidding me. Your world is just beginning. Well, anyway, let's figure a way out of this."
Tai and Jaime nodded in agreement. "Right!"
With that, Tai and Jaime flew off, unaware that Robin couldn't fly. Robin, feeling a pang of annoyance, dashed past everyone and grapple-hooked over the wall to follow them. Tai noticed Robin lagging behind and used his powers to pick him up, carrying him through the air.
Back in the courtyard, the three girls stood in stunned silence. Henrietta's guards immediately began a manhunt to find the familiars. Henrietta wasn't upset; she was merely worried about why her familiar had run away. She feared she had upset him and was concerned for his safety. Louise, on the other hand, was livid, her familiar's act of knocking her wand out of her hand and then running off infuriating her.
"Who does he think he is, acting as if I wasn't standing there!" Louise fumed.
Siesta, confused and worried, hoped that this bizarre incident wouldn't impact her stay at the academy. She watched as the guards, followed by the three girls, hurriedly pursued the boys. The chase was on, and none of them could predict where this extraordinary adventure would lead.
The boys landed in a nearby town, the hustle and bustle of the market providing a temporary cover as they sought a place to regroup and plan their next move. They found a secluded alley, away from prying eyes, and began to piece together what had happened.
"It seems like we were summoned by accident," Robin concluded, leaning against a wall.
Tai nodded, his ring glowing faintly. "We need to figure out a way back to our worlds, but first, we need resources. We have no money, no place to hide, nothing but our powers and our wits."
Robin straightened up, a confident glint in his eye. "We'll manage. I've been through worse during my grandfather's training."
Just as they began to form a plan, their luck took a turn. Guards spotted them from a distance, and not far behind, the girls were following in the princess's horse-drawn carriage. The boys exchanged worried glances as they realized they were surrounded. Soldiers, royal guards, and even a few students from the school formed a tightening ring around them.
Robin unsheathed his sword, holding it with practiced ease. Tai readied his ring, its green glow intensifying. Jaime prepared to activate his armor, his body tense and alert. They braced for the imminent confrontation.
"Stand down!" Princess Henrietta's voice rang out, clear and commanding.
The guards hesitated, lowering their weapons slightly. Henrietta stepped down from the carriage, her eyes locked on Jaime. Her expression was a mix of relief and worry. She approached him slowly, and Jaime, sensing her genuine concern, deactivated his armor, returning to his normal form.
Tears welled up in Henrietta's eyes as she closed the distance between them. Without warning, she lunged forward and wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug. Jaime stood frozen for a moment, then gently returned the embrace, feeling the weight of the situation ease slightly.
"I'm so glad you're safe," Henrietta whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "Why would you run like that?"
Jaime blinked, caught off guard. "Huh?"
As he processed her words, a thought crossed his mind. *Wow, a girl worried about me? Maybe this wasn't so bad.*
Louise, her frustration still evident, muttered under her breath, "What's come over her?"
Jaime offered a reassuring smile. "I'm okay. I promise."
Henrietta's eyes glistened with unshed tears. "I'm sorry if I have offended you."
Jaime shook his head. "No, it was just a misunderstanding."
Robin stepped forward, addressing the group. "Listen, everyone. We are not familiars. There must be some mistake."
Henrietta looked puzzled. "You're not?"
"No," Robin continued, his tone firm. "We're boys from different worlds summoned here!"
Louise's eyes widened. "There are other worlds?"
"Yes!" Robin exclaimed, feeling like he was losing his mind. "How do you people know about magic but don't know about the multiverse?"
The teacher, who had been watching the scene unfold, stepped forward thoughtfully. "The boy has a point. This isn't the first time this has happened. But I thought it was just a rumor. My apologies, boys. The girls were performing a summoning ritual, but it seems they brought you three here instead."
The boys looked down at their hands, noticing for the first time the different magic symbols glowing faintly on their skin. The teacher explained, "Those symbols are keeping you here, and there is no known way to undo it. But if you come back with us, we will help you find a way."
Robin pondered his next words, realizing the truth of their situation. They knew nothing about this world, and whether they liked it or not, they would need help navigating it. He motioned for Jaime and Tai to huddle together.
"We have more than enough power to defeat them," Robin said in a low voice, "and they know this. But we don't need unnecessary conflict. They have the tools to help us. I think we should go back."
Jaime and Tai exchanged glances and nodded in agreement. "Right," Jaime said.
Tai added, "It's the best option we have."
With a sense of resolve, the boys turned back to the group. Robin spoke for all of them. "We'll go with you. Let's figure this out together."
Henrietta smiled, relief washing over her face. Louise, though still visibly irritated, gave a curt nod. Siesta watched quietly, her hopes that this strange event wouldn't disrupt her life starting to brighten.
Louise walked with her head held high, leading her familiar through the bustling streets. Behind her, Henrietta took the opportunity to get to know Jaime better, her curiosity about him growing with each passing moment. Siesta, her eyes sparkling with excitement, was lifted into the air by Tai's powers, experiencing the joy of flight for the first time.
As the day came to an end, the newfound companions went their separate ways. Siesta returned to her quaint cottage, her heart still racing from the thrill of flying. Tai accompanied her, ensuring she settled in safely. Henrietta made her way back to the castle with Jaime, their conversation filled with laughter and shared stories. Louise, with Robin in tow, returned to the academy dormitory.
Once inside her room, Louise's frustration reached its peak. She whirled around, intent on slapping Robin, but he effortlessly caught her hand.
"A simple hello or how are you goes a long way," Robin said calmly, his grip firm but gentle. "Look, I'm going to try to be cordial with you, but if you can't be with me, then it ends here and now. I can hop right out that window, and you'll never see me again. Understood?"
Louise wanted to protest, but she couldn't. She knew she wasn't in a position to argue. "Fine," she muttered, her voice sullen.
Robin released her hand. "You can start with your name."
"Louise. Louise Françoise Le Blanc de La Vallière," she replied, her pride slightly bruised.
Robin nodded and removed his mask, revealing his intense, emerald-green eyes. "My code name is Robin, but my real name is Damian Wayne."
Louise raised an eyebrow, skepticism evident in her gaze. "What kind of a name is that?"
"It's the name given to me by my mother," Damian replied, his tone cool.
"And who is she? What about your father?"
Damian's eyes darkened. "That's nothing you need to know about. What I want to know is why you summoned me."
Louise's bravado faltered. "I wasn't… I didn't… I didn't mean to, okay! It doesn't matter…"
Overcome with embarrassment, Louise crawled under her covers, her face flushed. This was the worst day for her. All she had wanted was the perfect familiar, but instead, she got a boy who challenged her at every turn.
Meanwhile, Damian sat on the floor, crossing his legs and closing his eyes. He began to meditate, his breath steadying as he found a calm center amidst the chaos of the day.
In the quiet of the dormitory, the two of them began to adjust to their new reality, each lost in their own thoughts about what the future might hold. For Louise, it was a day of shattered expectations and begrudging acceptance. For Damian, it was another step in an unpredictable journey, one that demanded patience and resilience.
The next day, Louise's frustration grew as she tried to order Damian around, only to find him completely unyielding. She had to dress herself and carry her own bags, a humiliating task for someone of her stature. When she arrived for breakfast, her irritation spiked upon seeing Damian sitting at the table, eating with everyone else. The sight caused a stir; to the students, it was as if a common dog had taken a seat at their table.
Fuming, Louise tried to slap him, but Damian simply dodged her, continuing to eat as if nothing were amiss. His eyes scanned the room, taking in every detail and noting the dynamics at play. Across the room, Siesta was diligently cleaning with Tai's help.
In another corner of the room, Guiche was caught in a compromising situation, two girls accusing him of infidelity. Damian and Tai exchanged amused glances, chuckling softly at the scene. Guiche's face turned red with anger, especially when he noticed Damian's amusement.
"How dare you laugh at me!" Guiche stormed over, his face contorted with rage. "I challenge you to a duel!"
Damian didn't even look up from his food. "Whatever, kid. Go back to sipping tea and playing with princesses."
Guiche's face grew even redder. "How dare you! This is an insult to my pride, an insult to my family name! If you have any self-respect, you'll meet me in the courtyard for a duel at once."
Damian finally looked up, his eyes cold and calculating. "Oh yeah? What if I don't?"
"Then I'll make sure Louise lives to regret her decision in summoning you," Guiche spat. "I've dealt with that zero and her incompetence for long enough, but I'll be damned if I'm going to be disrespected by a familiar!"
Damian stood, his demeanor shifting from nonchalance to deadly seriousness. "I see. So this is about your ego."
Guiche blinked. "Huh?"
"You're acting all high and mighty," Damian said, his voice low and menacing. "You think putting on this show will make you more popular. You think that makes you a man?"
"Why you little—"
"Tell me, Guiche," Damian interrupted, his voice chilling. "Have you ever taken a life before?"
Guiche recoiled slightly. "What?"
"Have you ever taken a life?" Damian repeated, his eyes boring into Guiche's.
"Of course not! Why would I do something so barbaric?"
"That's what I thought," Damian said, his tone flat. "I'll tell you what, you and I can fight right now. I want you to not hold back, and I won't even take out my sword."
Guiche's face twisted with anger. "How arrogant can you be?"
He raised his hands, summoning a multitude of rock golems. "Is five not enough?" Guiche sneered.
Damian sighed. "I'm trying to be fair."
Guiche's face darkened. "Your arrogance will cost you dearly."
With a wave of his hand, Guiche summoned thirty more earth golem knights, all surrounding Damian. The crowd watched in fear and anticipation, Louise's heart pounding as she feared for Damian's safety.
Damian stood in the center of the courtyard, his stance relaxed. "That's it?" he asked, his voice carrying a note of disappointment.
Guiche's eyes narrowed. "We'll see how you handle this."
The golems advanced, their heavy steps shaking the ground. Damian waited until they were almost upon him before moving. With a speed and grace that left the onlookers breathless, he weaved between the golems, dodging their clumsy attacks with ease. He didn't even draw his sword, using only his fists, feet and tools from his utility belt to dismantle the earthen constructs.
One by one, the golems crumbled under Damian's assault, his movements a blur. In a matter of moments, the courtyard was filled with piles of rubble, and Damian stood in the center, unscathed and unimpressed.
The crowd fell silent, the only sound the echo of crumbling stone. Louise watched with a mix of awe and relief, realizing that her familiar was no ordinary boy.
Damian turned to Guiche, his eyes cold. "Is that all you've got?"
Guiche, trembling with a mix of anger and fear, had no response. The realization of Damian's true power dawned on him, leaving him speechless.
Damian turned away, addressing the stunned onlookers. "Let this be a lesson. Power isn't just about flashy spells or grand gestures."
Fear overtook him, and he tried to back away, but before he could escape, a birdarang flew through the air, pinning him to the wall by his clothes.
Damian was upon him in an instant, holding a small, sharp blade to Guiche's throat. "I asked you if you've ever taken a life," Damian said, his voice a menacing whisper. "It was rhetorical because I know you haven't. Do you want to know what it's like to watch the life leave someone's eyes? To feel their warm blood splashing on your hands? You and I are not the same. I don't care about your status or your magic. If you come after Louise or me again, I'm going to show you why I'm called the grandson of the Immortal Demon. Do you understand?"
Guiche's eyes widened in terror. "Grandson of the Immortal Demon?"
"And the son of the Dark Knight," Damian added, his voice cold and unforgiving. "You would be wise to remember it."
With that, Damian released Guiche, who slumped against the wall, trembling. Damian turned and walked past Louise, who stood frozen, her mind reeling from what she had just witnessed.
Louise couldn't fathom what she had just seen. This boy, this familiar, had displayed a level of skill and ruthlessness that left her breathless. "Who is Damian Wayne?" she whispered to herself, the question echoing in her mind as she tried to make sense of her new reality.
Damian continued walking, his expression unreadable. The courtyard fell silent, the crowd still stunned by the display of power and dominance. Louise watched him, a mixture of fear and awe bubbling within her. She had summoned him, and now she was beginning to understand just how extraordinary he was.
As the day wore on, whispers of the duel spread through the academy. Damian's reputation grew, and with it, the students' curiosity about the mysterious boy from another world. Louise, too, felt the weight of that curiosity, and the realization that her life had irrevocably changed with Damian's arrival.