In the courtyard outside the student dorms, Peter Parker, Peter, was sitting on the floor against the wall with his metal suitcase. Peter wasn't wearing his Spider-Man armor . He only had his standard Spider-Man suit on, but underneath a jacket. The cool midday breeze caressed his face as he stared distractedly toward the horizon, feeling somewhat bored while he waited for Louise. She had already finished doing the laundry. Some time had passed since his victory over Guiche, and although he had enjoyed the experience, the routine of waiting was making him impatient.

Finally, the door to the classroom building opened and Louise appeared, a determined expression on her face. "Peter! Good news!" she exclaimed excitedly.

"What's wrong?" Peter asked, standing up from his seat curiously.

"You'll be able to accompany me to my classes. The principal and the teacher gave their permission," Louise explained, smiling with satisfaction.

Peter frowned. "Why did they allow that to a stranger like me?" he asked, intrigued by the decision.

Louise shrugged, as if she didn't really care. "I don't know, they just told me it was a unique opportunity. I guess they find you interesting," she replied with a twinkle in her eye.

As the two headed toward class, a figure watched from a distance. Kirche, the young fire mage, couldn't help but glance at Peter. She remembered how she'd been fascinated by Peter's strength during his duel with Guiche three days ago. There was something about him that appealed to her, and now she was eager to see how he would perform in an academic setting.

Once inside the classroom, Peter, although he knew nothing about magic, paid more attention to the class than the other students. He was eager to learn, not only about magic, but also about how this world worked. Louise, beside him, noticed his interest and smiled, feeling that perhaps together they could discover something more than just their magical abilities.

As the teacher entered the classroom, the atmosphere filled with murmurs and giggles. The teacher, with an authoritative look, addressed the students and began to explain the day's topic: the combination of different charms using the elements of earth, fire, water, and wind.

"Today, we'll learn how combinations of these elements can create powerful spells with varied effects," the professor announced. "A sorcerer's skill depends on how many combinations they can perform. Can anyone give me an example of a spell that combines two elements?"

Before anyone could respond, Montmorency's hand shot up confidently. "I can! For example, if you combine water and fire, you can create steam, which can be used to hide or move quickly," he replied with a smile.

Peter, listening intently, pondered Montmorency's response. In his mind, he began to relate this to his own world. He wondered what group someone like Doctor Strange , who manipulated magic in complex and astonishing ways, would fall into.

The teacher nodded, impressed. "Exactly. But remember, each student can only perform one combination at a time," she explained. Just then, Kirche interrupted in her usual mocking tone. "And what about Louise? She can't do any spells, not even a simple one!" she laughed , looking around, while some of her classmates joined in.

Peter felt a slight knot in his stomach at the mockery. He knew how difficult it was to deal with peer pressure, especially when he felt powerless. He looked at Louise, who looked frustrated, her face flushed with humiliation.

As the teacher tried to regain control of the class, Peter began to think about how he could help Louise. However, he realized that, like Spiderman, he didn't have the ability to wield magic. But an idea dawned on him. Perhaps he could use his ingenuity and creativity to help her in another way.

"Perhaps there are ways you could combine your charms differently," he thought, trying to find a solution that didn't rely on pure magic. Inside him, determination grew. If there was anything he could do to help her get back on her feet, he would do it.

As he walked across the school bridge, Peter Parker felt a little lost in thought. The fresh morning air caressed his face, giving him a sense of calm. However, his mind was preoccupied with how to approach Louise and help her overcome her difficulties with magic. "Perhaps I can cheer her up somehow," he mused, sensing a special connection between them.

"Louise," Peter began, trying to break the ice as he watched her approach. Her hair was gently blowing in the breeze, and her expression was a mix of determination and frustration. "I've been thinking about what you said in class about magic and how you're doing with it. Maybe I can help you."

Louise, with a look of disdain, looked at him sideways. "Don't tell me you're trying to remember the nickname they gave me! Don't call me Louise the Zero!" she shouted, her voice resonating with a mixture of anger and embarrassment.

"I'm just trying to help you, even though I don't use magic," Peter replied, trying to remain calm. "Science and magic have some similarities, don't you think? For example, in class we talked about the four elements: fire, earth, water, and wind. There are ways we could compare them."

Louise looked at him skeptically, but her curiosity still piqued her interest. "How is science supposed to help me with my spells?"

"Well, think about how elements interact. In science, each has its function and behavior. For example, water can turn into steam from fire, or earth can be shaped by wind," Peter explained, his voice full of enthusiasm. "There's a logic behind everything. Perhaps you could apply that to your magic."

Louise looked at him with a mixture of frustration and gratitude. "I'll think about it," she replied, crossing her arms, her expression softening slightly.

Seizing the moment, Peter changed the subject. "What are you really keeping yourself from with magic? Why can't you handle it properly?"

Louise sighed , looking out at the horizon. "I don't know... I've failed so many times. My spells never come out the way I hope. I'm always in other people's shadows, and that hurts," she admitted, her voice a little softer, revealing a vulnerability she rarely showed.

Peter listened intently, feeling a deeper connection. "We all face challenges. When I started out as Spiderman, I failed many times too. But what matters is getting up and keeping trying. My uncle always said, 'Falling is part of the path to success.'"

Louise blushed slightly, feeling her defenses weaken. "Okay, maybe... maybe I'll accept your help," she said in a scolding tone. "But don't get too excited, commoner."

Scene Change: Louise's Room

Later, in Louise's room, the atmosphere was tense and charged. "Peter! Wash my clothes!" Louise ordered, pointing at a pile of dirty clothes, including her underwear, with an attitude that made it clear there was no room for discussion.

Peter, shocked, protested in disbelief. "What?! I thought we had a deal between us after I told you my story. And the argument we had in the dining room. I'm not your servant!"

Louise frowned, clearly not intending to budge. "I don't care what you think. If you want to help me, start by doing this. And stop complaining, you disobedient bastard!" Her tone was firm, but there was an undercurrent of insecurity she could barely hide.

The argument escalated, with Peter feeling his patience wearing thin. "I'm not a servant, Louise. I did this because I wanted to help you, not to be treated like one."

"If you don't like it, you can leave," Louise retorted, frustration evident in her voice, but a flicker of doubt in her eyes.

"I will!" Peter shouted, but deep down he knew he still wanted to help her. With a resigned sigh, he headed to the courtyard fountain to wash clothes.

As he rubbed the clothes vigorously, his anger boiled over. "Why does it have to be like this?" he muttered to himself, remembering their argument. "I just wanted to help her... Is it so hard to understand that we all face our own struggles?"

As the water fell, Peter felt caught between his desire to help and Louise's constant resistance. "Maybe not everything is as simple as it seems. But I'm not going to give up," he thought, determined to find a way to reach her.

Once Peter finished washing clothes, the sun was beginning to set over the horizon, dyeing the sky shades of orange and purple. As he stepped out of the fountain, he dusted off his hands, feeling the fatigue in his arms from scrubbing the clothes. As he dried his hands with a rag, he ran into Siesta.

"Hi, Peter!" Siesta greeted with a radiant smile, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "How's it going?"

"Hey, Siesta! I just finished washing Louise's clothes. It wasn't as fun as it looks," Peter replied, laughing slightly. "But at least my hands are clean now."

Siesta laughed, and her laughter was contagious. "I see! Well, if you're up for it, would you like to join me in the kitchen? The cooks prepared a lot of delicious food, and luckily there's some leftover. I think there's some beef stew."

"That sounds great," Peter said, feeling his stomach growl with hunger. "Lead the way!"

Upon arriving at the kitchen, they were greeted by a warm and welcoming atmosphere, where the aroma of freshly prepared dishes filled the air. The cooks, seeing Peter, quickly approached to congratulate him. "He's the hero who defeated Guiche!" one of them exclaimed, smiling broadly. "You're famous among us commoners! Our sword!"

Peter, irritated, a little uncomfortable. "I'm not a hero, I just did what I had to do. I don't think I should be called that," he replied humbly, trying to restore the importance of the praise surrounding him.

" But don't you realize what you've accomplished?" said one of the cooks, a burly man in a stained apron. "You humbled an arrogant nobleman who thought he could do whatever he wanted. You are a true champion, and that is something we should celebrate."

Peter was promoted, but continued to explain. "I did it because I believe everyone deserves respect, regardless of their status. Nobles often forget what it means to be human. Not all of us have the privilege of eating what they consider 'quality food.'"

Chef Marto, a middle-aged man with an infectious laugh, approached Peter and patted him on the back. "You're right, young man. Humility is a virtue in short supply among nobles. Sometimes, I wonder if they'll ever know what it's like to enjoy a good meal like us commoners."

Marto gasped, his eyes shining with joy. "But let me tell you something: here in the kitchen, we create magic with our ingredients. The magic of cooking. And that magic can make food miraculous!"

Peter laughed, charmed by the chef's energy. "That's a great kind of magic, Marto. I'm sure many of us appreciate your cooking skills."

"I'd love to give you a kiss to thank you, but I need to see your face first," Marto joked, with a mischievous wink.

Peter, surprised and laughing at the same time, stepped back slightly. "Wait a second, Marto! I don't think that's necessary," he said, trying to prevent the chef from getting too close and lifting his mask.

"Come on, just a little kiss! I don't bite," the chef joked, laughing as he tried to remove her mask.

Peter, laughing and a little afraid, quickly stepped away. "Wait! I only had my mask pulled up halfway down my nose because I was eating. It's not what you think," he protested, feeling the situation was getting a little ridiculous.

Seeing Peter's modesty made Marto stop and smile. "You're a special boy, Parker. That modesty makes you even more admirable."

Then, Peter turned to Siesta, who was watching the scene with a smile. He flashed her a smile, feeling like he'd forged a deeper connection amidst the laughter and camaraderie. Siesta smiled back, her cheeks slightly flushed.

Later that night, as the moon lit up the starry sky, Peter and Siesta found themselves outside, enjoying a quiet moment. The two moons shone brightly, creating a magical, ethereal atmosphere.

"You've become quite popular among the commoners," Siesta commented, looking at Peter curiously. "Everyone's talking about you. The way you stood up to Guiche has inspired many."

Peter, a little embarrassed by the attention, smiled shyly. "I just did what I thought was right. I didn't expect people to talk about me like that."

"But they did. And that means a lot to them. Someone like you, a commoner who dares to challenge a noble, is an example," Siesta said, bowing her head in respect. "You should be proud."

"Perhaps, but what I really want is to understand everyone, nobles and commoners. We all have our struggles," Peter replied, feeling more connected to her.

"Whenever you want, you can come back to the kitchen. I'm always happy to have a longer conversation with you. I'd like to get to know you better," Siesta suggested, her voice soft and sincere.

Peter was surprised, and a smile spread across his face, although only part of it was visible. "That sounds great, Siesta. I'd love to come back."

They stared at each other in silence for a few moments, feeling the warmth of the connection they were forming. Their faces flushed slightly, and the air between them became lighter and full of possibilities.

"Well, I think it's time I got back to my duties," Siesta finally said, breaking the enchantment of the moment. "But I hope to see you soon, Peter."

"Yes, I will. See you later, Siesta!" Peter replied, feeling a mixture of joy and nervousness as they said their goodbyes.

As they walked off in their separate ways, they both smiled, knowing they had shared something special that night, something that could blossom into a deeper friendship.

After his charming conversation with Siesta, Peter found himself walking through the dormitory hallways. The dim light came from the oil lamps that illuminated the way, and the air was filled with a faint scent of wax. As he moved forward, he felt a little more at ease in this new world, although there was still a hint of distrust in his heart.

Suddenly, a movement caught his attention. In a corner, Kirche's familiar appeared: a bright red lizard with a small flame flickering at the tip of its tail. Its eyes shone with curiosity as it stared at Peter.

"And who are you?" Peter murmured, staring at the curious reptile. The lizard, noticing his presence, lunged at him, trying to push him away with its small body. But Peter, with his superhuman strength, stood his ground, not moving an inch.

"Is that all you've got?" Peter asked, laughing softly as the lizard kept trying to push him away, frustrated and confused. Eventually, the creature gave up, shaking its head in a way that seemed to say, "Follow me."

Intrigued, Peter decided to follow the peculiar familiar. The lizard led him through the corridors until he reached a door. With a quick movement, it closed the door behind them, and Peter found himself in a dark room, lit only by the light of many candles dancing on the walls.

"What's going on here?" Peter asked, looking around with growing unease. Suddenly, his eyes fell on a figure in the center of the room. It was Kirche, the beautiful red-haired girl, dressed in sheerly over-the-top lingerie that left little to the imagination. Peter felt his face heat up as his mind tried to process the scene.

"Welcome, dear Father !" Kirche said in a flirtatious voice, smiling seductively. "I've been waiting for your visit. Although, I must admit I made a slight mistake with your name..."

"It's Peter Benjamin Parker. But... you can call me Peter..." he corrected her, feeling increasingly uncomfortable.

Kirche, without losing her composure, adopted a provocative pose. "Peter Benjamin Parker," she repeated, emphasizing each syllable as Peter involuntarily stepped back, trying to remove himself from the situation. "My full name is Kirche Augusta Frederica von Anhalt Zerbst , though you can call me Kirche the Fiery. My name is not only fire-related, but also romantic .

Peter was overwhelmed by the revelation. "That... that doesn't matter to me," he replied, stumbling slightly on his words, feeling the situation growing more awkward.

Kirche leaned a little closer, her eyes burning with desire. "I want you to understand something, Peter. I've fallen in love with you," she said, her voice seductive. Then, she repeated the same phrase, this time raising her voice slightly, emphasizing the intensity of her feelings. "I've fallen in love with you."

"This is... sudden," Peter muttered, feeling increasingly overwhelmed. He remembered how Black Cat had flirted with him in the past, and how difficult it had been to reject her. "I can't let this happen again," he thought.

"Love can be like that, unexpected, like an attack. The way you defeated Guiche was so impressive that it made me see something more in you. In fact, I became Kirche the Passionate," Kirche explained, a soft laugh echoing in the room.

Peter felt a slight pang of disgust recalling that situation. "I don't want to be in the middle of this. I'm not looking for a relationship," he tried to say, but Kirche didn't seem inclined to listen.

Without warning, she leaned in close, trying to kiss him, but Peter quickly pulled away, dodging her attempt. "No, wait! This is crazy," he exclaimed, feeling overwhelmed by the situation.

"Why are you walking away, Peter? I just want to get closer to you," Kirche said, with a look that combined surprise and defiance.

"Because I'm not interested, Kirche. I can't reciprocate your feelings," Peter replied, trying to be firm, even though his heart was pounding.

Kirche, instead of giving up, smiled mischievously. "Oh, Peter, don't worry. Sometimes love needs a little time to mature. But don't stray too far, you might regret it."

Peter felt a mixture of confusion and frustration as he slowly walked away. "No, I really need to go," he muttered, feeling the pressure in the air growing too heavy.

Peter, feeling like he couldn't escape the situation, realized Kirche had cornered him. The atmosphere in the room was thick, and the air felt hot with tension. Kirche moved closer, trying to lift his mask, but Peter quickly tried to stop her. "No, wait, Kirche. This isn't what it looks like," she tried to explain, pulling her head away to prevent him from kissing her.

Just then, a student floating by the window interrupted the scene. It was Stix , a boy with a determined attitude. "Kirche! I've come to claim you! You're late for our date!" he exclaimed, leaning out the window with a look of disgust.

Kirche, wasting no time, raised her wand and launched a blast of fire at Stix , though it didn't hurt him. The fire sent him flying backward, away from the window. "Just give us about 6 hours, please!" Kirche shouted, turning her attention back to Peter.

With Stix out of the picture, Peter felt the pressure ease, though he still tried to keep Kirche from getting too close. "I don't need a kiss, really," he insisted, while Kirche, determined, tried to lift Peter's mask a little further.

When she finally managed to lift the mask enough to see Peter's lips, Kirche was surprised. "Oh," she murmured, her eyes sparkling with renewed interest. "You have such soft lips... and such white skin. What a surprise, there's a real hunk under that mask."

Peter, feeling even more uncomfortable, looked away. "This is crazy," he thought, but Kirche didn't stop. Once again, she tried to kiss him, but Peter, agile and cunning, averted his face, dodging the contact.

At that moment, another student floated past the window, exclaiming disdainfully. "What's going on here, Kirche? You're late for our date!" Noticing Kirche with the young commoner who had summoned Louise, he was stunned.

"Get out of here!" Kirche retorted, again using her magic to launch a fireball that sent the boy scurrying away. "I don't need any more interruptions!"

Finally, Kirche found herself alone with Peter, but he still resisted her advances. "I don't want to kiss you, Kirche," he repeated, feeling the pressure of the situation.

However, three more soon appeared. Manican , Ajax, and Grimly flew to the window, asking why Kirche hadn't kept her appointments. Kirche, with a worried expression, realized she'd forgotten about them. "Can you wait just six hours?" she implored, but the boys flatly refused.

Her patience running out, Kirche decided to call out to her familiar, Flame , the red lizard. "Flame, come here!" she exclaimed, and the small familiar launched itself at the three young men, spitting fire in their direction and forcing them to retreat.

Now, Kirche was finally alone with Peter, but he was already approaching the door, gently trying to open it. "I have to go," he said, sensing that the situation couldn't continue like this.

Suddenly, Kirche grabbed him and pushed him to the floor, climbing on top of him and pressing her breasts against his chest. Peter felt a wave of discomfort that almost made him want to vomit, but he fought back his nausea.

"I love you, Peter," Kirche whispered, her voice soft but intense. Peter, unable to bear the direct contact, shifted his gaze to the opposite side. "This isn't right," he thought, trying to find words to push her away.

"Please, Kirche, this isn't..." he began, but she interrupted him. "Forget about it. Tell me, would you rather be with Louise, the zero, or with me, who can offer you so much more?"

Before she could attempt another kiss, however, the door burst open. Louise burst into the room, her gaze filled with fury. "What are you doing with my familiar, Kirche?" she demanded, her voice resonating with authority.

Kirche, surprised, but maintaining her arrogant calm, replied: "I'm busy, leave us alone."

Peter quickly gets up and runs to Louise to stand behind her. Louise was standing in front of the church , very angry with her.

" Kirche . Whose relative do you think you're harassing?"

"I can't help it. Love and fire are the destiny of a zerbest . Our instinct drives us to embrace love."

Kirche 's lie , but is silenced by Louise, who was unhappy with this humiliating and unpleasant situation for Louise. They were about to leave, but were stopped by Kirche , who wanted to claim Louise.

"Wait! He may be your familiar, but he's still human! It's tyrannical to interfere with their romance! Right, Peter? Peter..."

Peter, hearing Kirche's defensiveness, couldn't help but express his displeasure. Before leaving, Kirche grabs his hand, making him turn to look at Kirche . Seeing her, she makes a sad face, another manipulation . Putting on beautiful eyes.

"Are you leaving already?" Kirche says to Peter with a flirtatious voice towards Peter.

Peter, seeing her, feels something being manipulated, but then shakes his head a little so that he doesn't get manipulated. But suddenly Louise pulls his hand as a warning.

"This is the trick you always use. Let's go!"

They both turned and left Kirche's room, feeling relieved to leave the tense situation behind. As they walked toward Louise's bedroom, Peter couldn't help but smile, grateful for her timely arrival.

"Thanks for arriving at just the right time," Peter said, smiling shyly. But he noticed that Louise wasn't happy and wasn't looking at him. Peter was a little scared to see that attitude.

" ummm Louise ... it's not what it seems..."

"be quiet..."

As Louise and Peter walked back to their room, Peter noticed that Louise wasn't looking at him. Her face was tense, and a cloud of anger seemed to surround her. As soon as they entered, the atmosphere became electric, and Louise, without warning, snapped. "What are you, Peter ? A stray dog in heat!" Her voice echoed around the room, filled with fury and jealousy.

Peter froze, shocked by the comparison. Louise approached her desk and pulled out a riding crop, a small whip that made Peter's heart race. "What are you planning on using that for?" she asked, her voice shaking a little. Meanwhile, Louise used the whip to whip it across the floor, creating a small bump and scrape. Peter, seeing this, stepped back a little to look at Louise , who was incredibly angry.

"I was wrong to treat you like a human being. To grieve for you... and to be compassionate when hearing your origin story," Louise, her angry, burning gaze, began to take small steps towards Peter, making the atmosphere somewhat terrifying. Peter backed away slightly, fear on his face under his mask. "Of all people, you had to wag your tail at Kirche, didn't you? You're a dog!" She yelled, her frustration boiling over. She raised her hand along with the riding crop, preparing to lash Peter out.

Peter, sensing the situation was getting dangerous, used his spider-sense to dodge the lashes Louise was trying to give Peter. "Wait, Louise! It's not what you think!" he tried to convince her, but she was determined to punish his behavior. Even waving her hand along with the whip, she couldn't manage to land a hit on Peter.

"Stop moving!" Louise ordered, trying to hit him again. With no other option, Peter rushed to grab her hand where she held the whip. "Listen to me!" he said, his voice firm but calm.

Kirche 's flirting game either ! He tricked me by locking me in his room! Seriously... I wouldn't be able to betray you."

Louise glared at him, her fury beginning to fade. "Why didn't you tell me Kirche was behind you? Why didn't you use your sixth sense to prevent that deception?" she rebuked him, though her tone softened.

"Because I didn't know she was going to act like that. Besides, my spider-sense only detects when I'm in danger, but my sixth sense for her didn't detect it since she wasn't trying to hurt me,"

"Haha, what a shame... but it's so easy to fall into that bitch's trap!"

Peter, sensing the tension between them beginning to dissipate. "What's going on between you and Kirche? Why is there so much conflict? Can't you resolve it? I can help you stop bothering them, but because I find you two particularly annoying."

Louise sighed, dropping the whip onto the table. "It's complicated. My relatives and Kirche's have a long-standing rivalry. Her relatives have always looked down on mine, and that's created a resentment that's rubbed off on us, but it shows. With her! Since she treats men like dogs, her entire family is like that, which is why we don't like each other!"

Peter ascended, understanding the depth of the problem. "So it's not just a personal issue, but something bigger," he reflected. "I understand why it bothers you so much."

They both calmed down, and Louise, with a thoughtful look, asked: "But look, you didn't use your webs to tie her up so you could escape... Do your web shooters have a web limit?"

Peter irritably, feeling more comfortable. "Yes, web fluid is organic. I can produce a limited amount before I need to recharge. But don't worry, I have other abilities."

Louise looked at him with interest. "Like what?"

"Well, I already told you, and you saw it in the duel with Guiche, but let me remind you, I have superhuman strength, a spider-sense that warns me of danger, speed, and, of course, intelligence..." Peter explained, recalling his duel with Guiche. "I don't need to be a swordsman to defend myself."

Louise seemed to reconsider her opinion of him. "Maybe he's not so defenseless after all , but still, you... you need a sword, you have to be a swordsman," she murmured, her gaze filled with hope. "I remember that in four days there's going to be a family demonstration called 'Nothing Day.'"

"Nothing Day, what's that?" Peter asked, frowning.

"Shut up! This isn't the time to talk about that," Louise replied, trying to change the subject. "It's time to go to sleep. We'll go to town early tomorrow to buy you a sword."

They both prepared to rest. Louise settled into her bed, staring at the hay bed in disgust at the floor. She felt the discomfort of the hay I'd given her. However, she couldn't bear the thought of sleeping on the floor, so she used her web to create a durable hammock on the ceiling.

As he settled into his makeshift bed, Peter felt the tension of the day begin to fade. "At least we're at peace now," he thought, closing his eyes and letting the tiredness wash over him.

Louise, lying in bed, stared up at the ceiling, feeling a mixture of frustration and relief. "This boy is more complicated than he looks," she mused, but deep down, there was something about him that intrigued her.

They both fell into a restful sleep, leaving the tensions of the day behind, at least for that night. The moon shone through the window, illuminating the room with a soft glow,

It was a quiet morning at the academy, and the fresh morning air carried with it the scent of damp grass and flowers just beginning to bloom. Peter sat on the ground outside the courtyard, observing his surroundings with a mixture of excitement and curiosity. The sun's rays illuminated his face, and a gentle breeze stirred the grass. "Today we're going to town," he thought, feeling that this new world offered adventures he had never imagined.

Finally, Louise appeared at the entrance to the courtyard, riding a beautiful horse with a chestnut coat that gleamed in the sunlight. She looked determined and full of energy, her hair blowing in the wind like a standard. "Peter! Come on, hop on!" she shouted, gesturing to the space behind her in a tone that left no room for doubt.

Peter walked quickly toward her, feeling excitement bubbling inside him. With a nimble leap, he climbed in behind Louise, their bodies almost touching. "Are you ready for this?" he asked, feeling the warmth of her body close to his.

"Yes, but make sure you hold on tight, okay?" Louise warned him, looking over his shoulder with a mixture of concern and authority. Her eyes reflected a seriousness that Peter couldn't ignore.

"Trust me, you don't have to," Peter replied with a carefree smile, trying to ease her concern. "I've faced worse." However, deep inside, a slight tingle of nervousness began to grow; riding a horse was a new and slightly intimidating experience.

Louise hesitated for a moment, turning her head toward him. Her expression showed a mixture of distrust and hope. "I hope you know what you're doing," she thought, but decided not to question his decision. After all, there was something about the way Peter approached things that intrigued her and filled her with confidence.

As they rode away toward the village, the horse galloped with surprising speed, its hooves pounding on the ground. The cool breeze caressed their faces, and Peter couldn't help but laugh. "This is great," he thought, reveling in the freedom he felt, as if all the worries of the world had vanished. Nature stretched out all around them, with green trees and gentle hills that seemed to hug the horizon.

Scene Change: Kirche's Room

Elsewhere in the academy, Kirche stood in front of a large mirror, diligently applying her makeup. The sunlight illuminated her room, highlighting every detail of her figure. "I have to find a way to win Peter over," she murmured to herself, her voice brimming with determination. "If I can make him fall in love with me, he'll be able to get rid of Louise and keep him." The idea of having Peter all to herself filled her with a dangerous thrill, but also a fierce competition.

Suddenly, a noise outside the room caught her attention. Curious, she peeked out the window and, seeing Louise and Peter riding the horse, her heart leapt. "Where are they going?" she wondered, feeling this could be a perfect opportunity to flirt with Peter and perhaps, with a little luck, gain his interest.

Wasting no time, Kirche ran to her friend Tabitha's room. When she arrived, she found Tabitha sitting on her bed, immersed in a horrible book that seemed like she'd read a thousand times.

Tabitha 's room , but the door wasn't open yet , so Kirche knocked loudly. There she grabbed her cane to pronounce a type of spell to use. since she knew what would come next, a lot of Kirche's talk. When she entered, Kirche began to speak, but her voice could not be heard. The spell that Tabitha made was to silence. And she used it on Kirche so as not to hear her screams. but then she said the same words to stop conjuring Kirche. To then hear the words that Tabitha was afraid to hear.

Tabitha looked up from her book, her confusion evident. " Tabitha , we're going out. Get ready!" she protested, ordering her friend to join her, but Tabitha only replied, "It's a busy day."

"I understand how important today is to you, but... you know what? I'm in love! But he went off somewhere with that vile Valliere ! I have to find out where they went! You understand me, right?" Kirche explained, her enthusiasm resonating in the room like an echo of her intentions.

Tabitha closes her book with a soft click that resonates in the air. She denies what Kirche said. Actually, if I understand what she said, she simply wouldn't risk helping Kirche just because of her obsession with Peter now.

"That's right, without a logical explanation you won't move..." he sighs and takes a deep breath to give an explanation shouting "I want to chase those two, but without your familiar I can't catch them! Please help me."

Tabitha, alone, nods her head, saying, "I'll help him without saying a word." It's then that she realizes she'll have to go, due to her friend's reluctance. "Do you understand? Thank you!" Kirche exclaimed, feeling excited. Tabitha opens the window to whistle, calling for her dragon, which flies toward the window. Kirche and Tabitha climb in. They then head toward the boys.

"No matter how many times I see it, your Sylphy is adorable."

"where to..."

"Uhm... you're in a hurry, so..." Kirche stopped talking when she saw that Tabitha didn't want to talk. Tabitha approached her dragon's face to give her some instructions.

"Horse. Two people. Don't eat them." There the dragon begins his task of finding the two boys.

Scene Change: On the Way to Town

Meanwhile, Louise and Peter continued their way toward the village, enjoying the scenery before them. "Did you know I've never ridden a horse before?" Peter commented, feeling more relaxed as they went.

"Really? And how do you manage to get around New York or whatever that city is called... without a horse?" Louise cried out in confusion, as Louise and Peter chatted. The hills around them seemed to dance with the horse's movement, and the sounds of nature created a perfect symphony to accompany their journey.

"Well, I've had to learn to be agile and quick," Peter replied, looking around with a genuine smile. "But nothing compares to this. The freedom, the fresh air... It feels like a dream."

Louise, somewhat doubtful, only thought Peter's words, leaving her somewhat confused. "Maybe this trip to the village will be more boring than I thought," she mused, as the horse continued galloping toward their destination. The landscape grew more and more beautiful, with wildflowers adorning the road and birdsong echoing in the air.

As the sun began to rise in the sky, Peter and Louise shared a few arguments and shouts, but some laughter, creating memories they would either cherish or hate. Both felt this was just the beginning of a great adventure.

Once they reached the village, Peter and Louise tied the horse in a safe place and began walking through the streets. Peter looked around, thrilled by the medieval atmosphere that surrounded him. People were coming and going, some greeting each other, others carrying goods.

"What's the name of this town, Louise?" Peter asked, a smile on his face. "I'm fascinated to see how everything moves at such a different pace than New York." He said this as he saw the many people around him bumping into them. Peter took it with laughter and excitement at seeing every detail of this town, a very medieval-style house, but something else surprised him. Since he has studied medieval history, most of the books he has read show that in this era, towns, castles, mansions, everything stank badly, or in this era, hygiene didn't exist or was ignored. But that makes him wonder why everything was so clean. And he noticed a smell, a smell that wasn't unpleasant. It smelled of eucalyptus everywhere. That left Peter even more amazed.

Louise replied, though her tone sounded a little annoyed. "It's called Tristain . The capital of Tristain is a town near the academy," she explained, not hiding her discomfort at being surrounded by non-magical commoners.

"Wow it's the most beautiful and clean town I've ever seen! In my world 500 years ago... the towns were dirty and full of diseases, and everything was gray... but this is even cooler... magic! This world is full of magic! It's like I'm in the Harry Potter scene, where Harry accompanies Hagrid to his school supplies to Diagon Alley . Hehehe ... haa ... good movie..."

Peter continued to watch everything with great interest, but Louise just wanted to get to the weapons store as quickly as possible. "Hurry up, Peter. We don't have time," she said, quickening her pace.

But Peter doesn't do it . He disobeys him by jumping toward one of the town's houses . Louise sees this and has had enough.

" Peter , get down from there ! We don't have time! " he shouted to Peter who was climbing the walls to get to the top.

" No way. I have to see this! Shooting a net to swing to another house.

Upon reaching the top, Peter manages to get a perfect view of the entire city. It's all beautiful. From there, you can see a queen's castle, and that fills Peter with curiosity. He wants to visit the castle.

"Wow... this is beautiful"

Peter contemplates the city for a few minutes, then gets off so as not to irritate Louise. He jumps down and lands next to Louise, who looks at him somewhat annoyed at wasting his time for her.

"Well, my excitement is over now, let's go, Louise."

Peter and Louise were walking for a long time, passing through the ever-increasing traffic that clogged the road. Suddenly, as they walked, a thief emerged from the crowd and snatched Louise's purse.

"Hey, that's mine !" Louise shouted towards the thief who kept running away from them as much as possible.

The people around him froze, watching in fear and amazement.

But Peter reacted quickly. "Hey, you!" he shouted, and began running after the thief. He increased his speed and also easily dodged people, flipping, spinning , and dodging carts and wooden crates like a ninja. However, despite all those brilliant spins and dodges, the crowd of people in the road made it difficult for him to catch up.

Then Peter had an idea. He leaped up, and with a single, standing jump, leaping from a height a normal human couldn't reach. To the amazement of those present, he began running across the rooftops, gaining speed and distance. "Thanks to my spider-sense, I can move around here more easily," he thought, as he chased the thief.

The townspeople watched in amazement at the superhuman agility and speed of the strange young man dressed in a red and blue suit. He ran, hopping to each house. "How can he move like that? He doesn't look human!" they murmured, impressed. They tried to get a glimpse of the strange man. He was so fast that they couldn't see him. He easily lost sight of them.

Finally, Peter caught up with the thief and, with a swift movement, knocked him down with a blow from above, leaping toward him. Although he was a little stronger than necessary, the thief was left unconscious and with a little bleeding on his forehead.

Peter proceeded to tie the man up with his web, hanging him from a wall. He then picked up Louise's purse and returned Louise to return her money.

"Here you go, Louise," he said, handing her the purse. "I'm sorry for the outburst, but I couldn't let that thief get away."

When he reached Louise, she greeted him with a flurry of shouts. "What was that all about?! You didn't have to exaggerate so much!" she exclaimed indignantly.

Peter shrugged, not understanding why Louise was reacting this way. "I was just helping you, Louise. I'm your servant, remember?" he replied, a little confused by her reaction.

Louise calmed down after managing to recover the stolen money that Peter had managed to retrieve. "I... Thank you," she mumbled, unsure how to react. Her tone of voice sounded a little softer than usual after the scolding.

But then the crowd started clapping and crowding around Peter. "You're amazing! Who are you?" they asked, fascinated by his abilities.

Peter, feeling a little uncomfortable, smiled and said in a calm and normal tone: " mmm I'm Peter Parker... I'm not going to say my typical line!" saying that last thing in his thoughts.

"Well... stop bragging, let's go..."

Finally, after an exchange of words, the two calmed down and decided to continue on their way to the weapons shop. Peter was excited to learn how to wield a sword, and Louise, despite her initial attitude, seemed more open to trusting her familiar's skills.

Peter and Louise were walking normally, but Peter was still curious and kept turning around looking at every detail, but not seeing where he was walking, causing Louise to get angry and making her nervous when she saw that Peter did not see where he was walking.

"Hey, stop doing that! You make me nervous!"

"Do what?" Peter says in a mocking tone as he starts walking backwards without looking back, but at the same time closing his eyes causing his hoof on his eyes to do the same. Louise gets more nervous seeing Peter without concern where to take the step or he could fall and slip. But Peter, even annoying Louise, still continues walking backwards. To annoy her more, he lets his whole body fall, but without taking his feet off the ground. But he regains his composure by standing up again. In order not to worry her, he reminds her again of his power.

"Hey Louise... don't you remember what I told you? I have a sixth sense that I call spider sense, that warns me of anything. That's why I don't worry about what's behind me ... I always detect it. But since I see you're already nervous, it's better not to worry you."

Peter goes back to walking normally to stop bothering Louise, who was already so annoyed with Peter. But he takes it as a joke and humor without stopping bothering her. But Peter starts looking around again, not out of curiosity, but out of analysis.

"Now what's wrong with you, Peter..."

"Nothing. But... well, now that we were talking about the sixth sense... right now it hasn't stopped warning me..."

"warning you that..."

"He's following us..." Peter's words leave her surprised and somewhat doubtful of her relative's statement. She isn't worried because she's super confident her (powerful, glorious) relative will take care of him.

"follow us? Then take charge..."

"I can't... I still can't know in detail who is following us. But I can confirm that they are following us. There are two of them."

Peter looks back, only to see the crowded alley. That wouldn't help him find the person following them, making it difficult to find them. Analyzing and observing every detail of each person around him, he does nothing.

Meanwhile, Kirche and Tabitha were following behind Peter and Louise, watching where they were going. Kirche kept glancing at Peter with admiration, affection, and love. But she knew he was related to Louise, and she was a thorn in his side, not letting him get close to young Peter.

"It's decided, he's the ideal guy. I'll do my best to get him to a zero for Louise..."

Tabitha didn't react and said nothing, just staring at the two of them, somewhat indignant at Kirche's words. But she was only there to fix it in case she made a mistake.

Back with the two, Louise and Peter. They arrived at the weapons shop, next to the potion shops.

"We arrived? Does it say... I don't know what it says... I can still read this language... but we arrived?"

"Yes Peter, we're here... this is it... let's go in"

Upon entering the weapons shop, Louise and Peter were greeted by the sound of clashing metal and the smell of freshly cut wood. The walls were adorned with swords of different shapes and sizes, each with its own story to tell. Louise, with a determined look, approached the counter, where the owner, a robust man with a sly smile, watched them with interest.

Inside they spent a few minutes talking with the man, the owner of the store.

"It's a very recent trend in the castle to equip subordinates with weapons."

"You brandished a bigger sword than this, didn't you? Well... I want one that's bigger and thicker!" Louise asks for a sword, but Peter was somewhat in denial at the exaggeration of that kind of swords. But he still doesn't say anything, he just watches how he will get to negotiate with the

"Based on my experience, that size is probably the most appropriate for him."

"I said I wanted a bigger and thicker one!

"Louise..." Peter tries to speak, but Louise silences him so he can negotiate.

"I want a big, thick sword!" Louise exclaimed, her voice echoing in the small space. "I need something that will really impress everyone and be worthy of a noble sorcerer like me."

"Hey... relax, Louise..."

Peter, a little surprised by the intensity of her demand, tried to calm her down. "Louise, there's no need to exaggerate. A sword that's efficient should be enough," he said, trying to reason with her. "You don't need something so ostentatious."

"Young lady, there's no need for all that shouting. I'm coming..." he said with a smile that didn't reach his eyes. He headed to the back of the shop, muttering to himself, "What a novice and ignorant nobleman... he'll be easy prey." His intention was clear: to sell them a fragile sword that lived up to the description of "large and thick," but that wouldn't stand up to even the slightest combat.

As the owner walked away, Peter and Louise began to chat. "I'm not sure I need a sword that big," Peter commented, feeling that his friend was being a bit stingy and boastful. "What really matters is the skill with which you use it, not the size of the weapon."

Louise frowned, crossing her arms. "But I want my familiar to be strong and powerful! We need the best sword there is," she insisted, her voice filled with determination. Peter, although he doubted her reasoning, decided not to protest further. He knew better than to get into an argument with her.

At that moment, the owner returned, apologizing for the delay. "Here, look at this beauty," he said, showing a sword that shone with a deep gold. A red gem glittered on the hilt, capturing both of their attention.

Peter felt a surge of excitement at the sight of the sword. However, his expression changed from joy to seriousness in an instant. Even though he was wearing his mask, his voice betrayed his unease. "This... looks impressive," he said, but his tone didn't show the same excitement as before.

He began to analyze the sword, slowly raising and lowering it to assess its weight. Then, he tapped it with his finger, noticing how sweat began to accumulate on the shop owner's forehead. "Why is he so nervous?" Peter thought, sensing something wasn't right. The owner tried to take the sword away from him, eager to close the sale before Peter could hesitate any longer.

"Come on, young man, don't worry. Just look at the price," the owner said with a forced smile, but Peter wouldn't let him take the sword. "Let me analyze it a little more," he replied, firm in his decision.

With a careful gesture, he placed his finger on the tip of the sword and his other hand on the pommel. He began to apply pressure, bending it little by little to test its flexibility and strength. "This doesn't feel right," he thought, sensing that the sword lacked the toughness a quality weapon should have.

Determined to learn more, Peter activated his mask to scan the sword. He remained silent for a minute, analyzing the data that appeared before him. Finally, he turned to the seller, but instead of confronting him and telling him he was a scammer, he chose to say nothing. "Maybe I should choose another one," he thought, feeling it was best not to take any chances.

Louise and the owner were shocked by her decision. "Why aren't you going to buy it? It's perfect!" Louise shouted, her frustration beginning to build. "You can't pass up this opportunity!"

"It's just... I'm not sure it's the best option," Peter replied, starting to walk around the shop to look at other swords. Meanwhile, Louise confronted the owner upon learning the sword's price: 300 pounds of gold!

"That's stealing! It's a toy sword!" Louise shouted, trying to bargain, but the owner flatly refused, smiling as if everything was under control.

Meanwhile, Peter continued to observe the swords. Using his mask, he scanned each one, but realized they were all fragile and of poor quality. "This is unacceptable," he thought, feeling increasingly disgusted.

Finally, a glimmer caught his eye. In the corner of the shop, there was a sword that looked a little worn, rusted in places, but upon scanning it, he realized it was the only one that wasn't fake and had acceptable durability. "This might be a good option," he thought, deciding that would be the sword he would buy.

He walked up to the owner and Louise, holding the sword, and asked the price. The owner frowned, surprised by Peter's choice, but quickly saw an opportunity. "That one... well, I can get it for 100 pounds of gold," he said with a cocky smile, thinking he'd found a way to get rid of a sword he considered junk.

Louise was surprised to hear the price, but without a second thought, she decided to buy it. "Okay, I'll buy it!" she exclaimed, feeling that, despite everything, it was still better than having nothing at all.

With the sword secured in a sack for safekeeping, Peter and Louise left the store. Although the purchase hadn't been ideal, they both knew they had made a decision that would lead them to new adventures. "I hope this works out," Peter thought, as they walked together through the town streets.

"That girl came here to make him doubt her feelings by buying him a gift! What a fool! Louise the Zero!"

After a long day in the village, Peter and Louise returned to the academy. The afternoon was fading, and a gentle breeze caressed the air as they walked down the hallway toward the dorms. Upon reaching Louise's room, Peter sat on the floor, surrounded by horse hay, and took out the rusty sword he had acquired.

As he examined every detail, he felt a strange energy coming from the metal, as if the sword had a life of its own. "This is weird," he thought, frowning. "According to the scans, there's something else here."

Louise, watching him with a mixture of disbelief and curiosity, approached. "Why did you buy that sword if it's already worn and dirty? I don't understand your choice," she asked, crossing her arms and frowning.

Peter looked at Louise and, with a serious expression, began to explain. "Look, Louise. Even though it's rusty, this stuff has potential. Rust is a chemical process that occurs when iron reacts with oxygen and moisture in the air, forming iron oxide, which is what you see here. It can be removed. But don't worry. I can fix it."

Louise looked at him in confusion. "Rust...? Iron oxide...? What does all that mean...?" she asked, not quite understanding.

"Let me explain. To remove rust, I can use a mixture of acetic acid, which is the main component of vinegar, and baking soda, which is a compound found in most kitchens. The reaction between these two creates carbon dioxide and water, helping to break down the rust," Peter continued, excited to share his knowledge.

"And what are those things! Vinegar? And baking soda? Is that what you're going to use to clean the sword?" Louise asked, still with a look of doubt. And confused by his strange words .

"Exactly," Peter replied enthusiastically. "First, I can soak the sword in a vinegar solution for a few hours. The acetic acid will dissolve the iron oxide. Then, I can scrub the sword with a soft-bristled brush to remove the residue. After that, to neutralize the acid and prevent further corrosion, I can apply a paste of baking soda and water. This will also help protect the metal."

"And that's it? Doing... um, that?" Louise asked, still trying to follow.

"Not quite. After cleaning the rust, it's important to dry the sword completely to prevent it from rusting again. Then, I can apply a little mineral oil to protect the metal surface and give it a nice finish," Peter explained, feeling increasingly confident in his plan.

Louise frowned, trying to understand what Peter was saying. "But why not just buy a new sword? Wouldn't that be easier?"

Peter was irritated, sensing a deeper lesson in his choice. "Louise, sometimes what seems like a wish can have great value if given the opportunity. Besides, learning how to restore something and understanding how it works can be more valuable than simply buying something new."

"Also, some of the things you said I don't know and maybe don't exist in this world..."

Well, I have to create them from scratch... how difficult could that be ?

Louise looked at him with an air of disbelief, but deep down, she began to admire Peter's passion for science and restoration. "All right, all right. If you think you can do it, then I'll try," she said, a little softer. "But if it doesn't work, you'll have to buy a new sword, and I don't want to hear your scientific explanations ."

Peter laughed, feeling he'd managed to draw Louise's attention to the world of science, even if only for a brief moment. "Deal, scientists," he replied, as he began planning how to carry out his restoration project.

The atmosphere in Louise's room became tense and silent until a rueful knock on the door broke the calm. Louise stood up with a sigh, knowing the tranquility wouldn't last long. When she opened the door, her face twisted into a grimace of disgust at the sight of Kirche, who entered unbidden.

"What do you want, Kirche?" Louise asked, crossing her arms in disdain. Kirche, with a mocking smile, soon revealed her true intentions .

"I came to see what you were doing, and look what I got," Kirche said, holding up the golden sword she had bought. Peter, who was sitting on the ground, was surprised to see the sword again, not out of excitement, but disappointment.

Tabitha, who had accompanied Kirche, remained silent, engrossed in her book. She only looked up for a moment to observe Peter, who was still on the floor in his red and blue suit, a spider symbol glowing on his chest. Then she returned her attention to her reading, ignoring the tension in the room.

"Why did you buy that sword, Kirche?" Peter asked, feeling frustrated. However, before he could express his displeasure, Louise interrupted him.

"By coincidence, I found a sword that would look good on Peter and brought it to him as a gift. That's all." Kirche speaks with a mocking tone. She has just told him what she was doing to achieve some trust in Peter and to be able to conquer him.

" Haaa . So you two. You were the ones I didn't follow all the time... of course this would make sense..."

"You can't just come in like that, Kirche! You just came to ruin everything, like always," Louise shouted, approaching her rival.

"Oh, please, Louise. I just came to see how you're doing with your toy sword. How pathetic that you couldn't afford to buy a sword as cheap as this one," Kirche mocked, though one detail that isn't true was that the sword was expensive. Kirche managed to get it by flirting and manipulating the owner.

Peter began to get an idea of how she managed to get the sword. Something common of hers. "I'm not even surprised..." Something pathetic on Kirche 's part .

relishing the opportunity to belittle Louise. "That rusty sword is worthless. The real quality is in this beauty," he said, proudly displaying the golden sword.

Peter, sensing the situation was escalating, looked at Kirche with distaste. "That sword isn't what it looks like," he thought, but decided not to say anything.

Germanic sword . Both the sword and this woman are the best there is," Kirche continued, a note of pride ringing in her voice. "It's impossible for a Tristan girl like you to compare to us."

" Ouch ..." Peter responded to Kirche's insult towards Louise

Louise, furious, didn't remain silent. "Weren't you the one who realized that none of the men in Germania were paying attention to you... so you had no choice but to transfer to a neighboring country?" she reminded him with a defiant smile.

" Germania ? Where have I heard that before... Sounds familiar..."

The tension rose, and both girls raised their wands, ready for a duel. But before they could cast a spell, a sudden gust of wind blew their wands from their hands. They fell in front of Peter, who had been spectating the tension between Louise and Kirche. Tabitha, who had been silently watching, had used her cane to disarm them.

"We're in the dorms," Tabitha said, her voice soft but firm, making it clear that she wouldn't tolerate any fighting in her presence.

Kirche and Louise approached Peter, who was looking at the scene in embarrassment. Kirche, with a triumphant smile, said, "In that case, we'll let Peter decide."

"Me!" Peter replied somewhat pressured when he saw the girls looking at him.

"Yes... you. We're fighting over which sword you choose." Louise replied

Peter, feeling the pressure from both girls staring at him, was somewhat shocked, but he sighed deeply. He thought to himself, "This is so stupid," as he looked at the golden sword Kirche had bought. He knew she had no idea what she'd done. Wasting her money on this piece of junk.

He stood up slowly, and as he stood, he looked Kirche in the eye. Louise, seeing this, felt a chill of betrayal. "What are you doing, Peter?" she thought, feeling unsure.

"Kirche... you're stupid," Peter said, his voice clear and determined. Surprise flashed across Kirche's face, while Louise held her breath, waiting for what was coming.

"That sword you bought isn't what you think it is. It's a scam," Peter continued, explaining calmly. "The swords in that shop were of poor quality. The one I chose, though rusty, has real potential. Yours, on the other hand, is just a piece of jewelry. And I know this because I analyzed the sword when I held it in my hand and saw every detail that didn't match."

Kirche gasped, feeling humiliation wash over her. "What? It can't be," she murmured, the reality of her actions beginning to sink in.

" Oh yes. If possible..." Peter responded mockingly to Kirche's words.

Louise, for her part, couldn't help but smile proudly. "I told you, Kirche! You always think you're better than everyone else, but this time you were wrong," she said, reveling in the victory.

The two girls began trading insults, each trying to outdo the other in a war of words. "You're a fool, Kirche. You'll never learn," Louise said, while Kirche responded with similar disdain.

"And you're just an arrogant noble who knows nothing of true quality," Kirche retorted, anger building in her voice.

"It's a good opportunity, so I'll say it. You know what? I hate you." Kirche had just declared her feelings of hatred to Louise, but she didn't stay silent and responded to her declaration.

"Wow. Isn't that cute? Same to you..." The two girls looked at each other, then brought their faces closer together and then made a declaration of war. Both girls said it at the same time.

"It's a duel!"

As the two continued their exchange of insults, Peter felt trapped between them, wishing the situation would calm down. "This is ridiculous," he thought, sensing that the tension in the room had reached a critical point.

In the midst of the heated exchange of insults between Louise and Kirche, a shout echoed around the room. "Shut up, you stupid women!" Peter, feeling overwhelmed by the tension, could contain himself no longer.

Louise and Kirche turned to him, their expressions one of surprise and disgust. "Stupid... women?" they both thought, sensing Peter had crossed a line. However, before he could respond, Tabitha, who had been silently watching, intervened.

"It wasn't him," Tabitha said, pointing to the rusty sword lying on the ground. "It was the sword."

The three of them looked at the sword, and what they saw left them speechless. The sword, with its worn and rusted blade, seemed to have a moving mouth just above the guard, as if it were speaking.

"What the hell...?" Peter muttered, surprised. Kirche and Louise exchanged incredulous glances, unable to process what they were seeing.

"They woke me up from my sleep..."

The shouts and tension in the room had awakened the sword, which had been in a deep sleep for years, perhaps centuries. Startled by the girls' voices, the sword felt an instant irritation that only intensified when it saw the three figures surrounding it. With an almost involuntary movement, its "mouth" began to open and close, as if it were trying to speak.

Peter, stunned, found himself staring at the rusty sword that now exhibited a life of its own. He remembered that, during his scans, he had detected a strange energy emanating from within it, a kind of anomaly that now seemed to make sense. "It can't be... does it really have a life?" he wondered, feeling his mind trying to process the impossible.

"I'm still impressed! Despite your stupid voice... you have many skills. No wonder you woke up." The sword's resonant, mocking voice filled the room, echoing off the walls.

"skills? You mean... me?"

"It's a sword with an intellect, an intelligent sword," Kirche said, somewhat surprised to see the sword talking.

Louise, her eyes wide and her mouth slightly ajar, could hardly believe what she was witnessing. "What the hell did I buy?" she muttered, feeling increasingly incredulous at her choice. The sword, despite its rusty and worn appearance, seemed to be full of character.

Kirche, who couldn't resist the opportunity to mock, smiled disdainfully. "You always buy strange things, Louise," she said, laughing at the situation and enjoying her rival's discomfort.

"I had no idea. I'm going to return this thing immediately."

Meanwhile, Peter was completely absorbed in his conversation with the sword. "What year is this? How long have I been asleep? Where am I? Come on, answer me!" the sword shouted, causing Peter to laugh a little . But even as he tried to process the surreal situation, he didn't know how to respond. "I'm not sure. You seem to have been asleep for a while. I'll stick with this one," he said sincerely, feeling a strange appreciation for the sword he had chosen.

"Let me introduce myself. I'm Peter Benjamin Parker," he introduced himself, and the sword responded immediately. "And I'm Derflinger ! Greetings, brother," he added in a mocking tone, as if he were enjoying the attention.

Louise, still in disbelief, looked between the sword and Peter. "I can't believe you chose this weird, chatty sword. But maybe it was actually a good choice," she admitted, feeling a glimmer of respect for Peter 's decision even though she was still filled with doubt.

"Do you really believe that? Well, that's the absolute truth!" Peter asked, feeling a little more confident as he saw Louise beginning to accept his choice.

"Yes, yes," Louise replied, though doubt still lingered in her voice. "I just hope you don't cause me any more trouble with this... Derflinger ."

"Don't worry! There's always something exciting to do," the sword responded enthusiastically, its metallic "lips" moving energetically.

Kirche, seeing that the situation wasn't working in her favor, finally gave up. "This isn't over, Louise . I'll do whatever it takes to get your familiar away from you," she said before leaving with Tabitha, who had remained silent the entire time, observing each interaction with a serene gaze, as the two girls headed to their respective rooms. The sound of the door closing echoed in the room, leaving Peter and Louise alone with the talking sword.

Louise, feeling tired, let out a sigh that seemed to carry the weight of the entire day. "What a long, strange day have we had?" she said, leaning against the wall with a gesture of resignation.

The room was tensely silent, broken only by the soft whisper of the wind through the window. The evening light filtered gently through, illuminating the dust floating in the air and creating an almost magical atmosphere. Peter looked at Derflinger , sensing that there was something special about the sword, something beyond its rusty appearance.

"So this is what we have now," he thought, feeling like the adventure was just beginning. The sword, which had seemed to be just a lifeless object, was now filled with words and promises. There was an uncertain future, but also a spark of excitement beginning to ignite inside him.

"So, what do we do now?" Peter asked, turning his attention back to the sword and trying to understand the implications of his new acquisition.

Derflinger began , his "mouth" sounding with a hint of enthusiasm, "well, the truth is I don't know... if they woke me up just to do nothing... good night." The sword fell asleep again.

Louise, still a little incredulous, looked at Peter and his sword with some bad taste. "I don't know if I'm ready for more adventures today, but this is definitely different," she admitted, as she slowly fell asleep in her bed without changing.

The day ended a bit awkwardly, but they both had a good time. Peter and Louise. Peter enjoyed it the most, having just learned that his sword could talk. He was even more excited to learn more about it.

Within a minute, everyone was asleep, relaxed. Peter looked at his spider hammock. Below, on the right side, Louise was fast asleep, tired from the strangest and most boring day of her life. And the sword was standing up and resting on the wall next to Louise's desk. But Peter looked down at the basket full of dirty clothes. Peter sighed, somewhat irritated.

"Shit... I still have work to finish..." Peter grabs the basket and then heads towards the door to leave the room and go wash Louise's clothes.

Back to the present.

Peter was writing this entire story in his virtual notebook on his arm, which was projected while the entire story he'd lived these past five days played out. Peter finished recounting the third day. Saving the audio and turning off his projector. Peter stood up. Peter was training to use the sword. Peter had to turn the holographic projector back on to read the user manual for a sword he managed to recover from his files before losing it and never using the internet again. Peter read each step of how to use a sword.

"There's only one more day until that special day. I have to practice all day... God! What a headache! Why does it have to be tomorrow! I don't have time to rest! Not to mention the problem I had yesterday saving Siesta from that disgusting old man!"

"But at least you did the right thing, Peter." The sword said, somewhat relaxed about the day. But Peter was somewhat worried and guilty about creating another problem that would once again affect Louise. But he more or less managed to fix that problem. But Peter would put those problems aside for the most important thing: not letting Louise down on the day.

The problem I had yesterday. After Peter and Louise's strange day in the morning, they thought they would have a normal day, but not in a way. Peter found out that Siesta had been transferred to a mansion owned by a somewhat unpleasant count. He was abusive to some of the maids he hired, and Peter knew this. So he went to rescue him.

In the next chapter we will see that problem that Peter had to solve and recover Siesta so that nothing would happen to him.

End. To be continued.

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Well, guys, as promised, I've got another chapter. It was a bit short for me.

But if you feel it's rushed, I can edit it. Also, as I said and will say again, this story was written four years ago in 2021. I already have the chapters completed, but I'm publishing them little by little.

And one more mention. A comment that I loved and laughed at, but I want to clarify, and it's this one:

Comment from unit_94, greetings from me.

Unit: Actually, it was because the creator is a Spiderman fan and he made you hang out with the pink-haired tsundere .

I loved it, and it gave me something to think about. Even if I'm a Spiderman fan or that obsessed, I want to pair up with the pink-haired girl.

That's where I want to say, but, even if they are spoilers for the fanfic .

Spiderman and Louise won't fall in love. To me , it's forced and cliché, as if they're adapting the same thing into the story. Do they end up as a couple? No!

Let's just say they'll have brotherly feelings, because of their interaction and the fights they have.

Also, in this fanfic , Peter is already older, meaning he's 18. And Louise is 16. That would be sick of me! That's why I don't want them to be a couple!

If you wanted romance, then no way! Write your own fanfic where Peter ends up with Louise. I'm a so -so, not a fantasist.

I don't have a favorite waifu or one that I fantasize about. There's no lemon here .

I'm a special pony...

I like to read yaoi (I'm a man)

But if you want, you can hold a vote. Since I have... "free" time to edit all my fanfics , I'll finally find a partner and make Peter happy.

1. option. (nap)

2. Option (Princess Henrietta ) although... I feel like it wouldn't be perfect for him . Also, spoiler ... Peter manages to save the prince... well... he tried... but I still don't prefer them to be a couple.

3. Option ( Tiffania ) If you choose her for her feelings, that's fine... as long as she's not something else... then no. Remember, I don't like lemon here ... (Since I'm new, I just found out what lemon means .)

I know you're probably wondering: so why did you say it's an age restriction?!

I didn't know how to fix or remove that. I need help...

Another thing I'm going to change about Spider-Man is that... he does have the courage or balls to hurt, but not yet kill. He'll be more brutal and violent ( spoilers again) when Deadpool is in this fanfic . Peter will use him to kill, not himself.

Okay, see you next time. Bye. And sorry for the spoilers. But it was necessary to clarify. Okay, see you...

(I edited out some mistakes so you're welcome.)

Another thing is that this story is already written on Wattpad. I'm the original owner. I brought the story here translated into English. Since my story on Wattpad is in Spanish, I'm a Spanish speaker. I did my best to translate it. If anyone is interested in the original, go read it. It's fine to read it in Spanish since the new version of Chrome can now translate the page. You can go check it out. It's the same name as my username: FanFictionFantasy80s.

Well, see you next time.